23. Warren
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
WARREN
“ I had fun at the river today,” Kyle whispers as we stargaze on top of the RV.
“Me too,” I agree. I really didn’t want the afternoon to end, but that’s been the norm this entire trip. Every single day has been something special.
Something memorable.
“Hey, Ren? Think we could continue that massage from earlier?” Kyle asks, sounding a little hesitant and a lot out of his comfort zone.
I definitely don’t have a problem with rubbing him down, so I attempt to smooth away any insecurities he may be holding onto. “ Absolutely. Wanna take it to the bedroom?”
Kyle nods, and we silently make our way inside.
“Take your shirt off and lie down,” I instruct, ready to release the tension in his back and cop a feel at the same time.
“I’d like to give you a massage instead. If you’re interested, of course.”
I whip my shirt off so fast that I nearly stumble. “Hell yeah, I’m interested, bro.” I crawl on top of the bed, lying on my stomach with my head turned to watch him.
What’s he going to do to me?
The anticipation gets my dick so fucking hard.
Kyle finally climbs onto the bed and crawls toward me. He looks ravenous with his usually bright eyes appearing darker than normal.
I’m so turned on right now, and he hasn’t even touched me.
I’m fucking ready.
Kyle starts just above the waistband of my shorts, pressing down on either side of my spine and dragging the heels of his palms all the way up my back.
Fuuuck, that feels good.
He continues kneading and massaging my back and forearms until I become Jell-O.
“Let’s take these off,” he murmurs through my haze of boneless relaxation.
I lift my hips, and Kyle slips my shorts and underwear off in one go.
He starts to massage my butt cheeks, squeezing the back of my thighs and rubbing down my legs.
My cock is so hard, it’s digging into the mattress uncomfortably.
I want more, but I don’t want to push Kyle too far, too fast.
“I wanna try something new,” Kyle whispers. “If you do?—”
“ Yes! ” I practically shout, feeling like a slut for him. “ Anything, Kyle. You can try anything on me. ”
Up until this point, I’ve been the one to take the lead and initiate anything sexual, so I am more than intrigued.
“Get on your knees and arch your back for me.”
Holy shit.
This is really happening.
A wave of excitement washes over me.
I listen, sticking my ass in the air for him, and exposing a part of myself I never have before.
He starts to caress me again, this time making his way to my crease and running a finger along it.
“ Fuck, ” I hiss, hanging my head and anxiously waiting for him to touch me again.
I’m desperate for him, and hungry for more.
“Don’t move,” he says firmly, and the command goes straight to my throbbing cock.
Listening, I keep my ass in the air and my head down.
The snick of a cap echoes through the quiet RV, and then a cold, wet finger slips into my crease once again, circling my tight hole.
I gasp before letting out a long, embarrassing groan at the new sensation.
“ Why do you have lube? ” I ask breathlessly, barely able to string together a sentence as he continues to rub slow circles around my hole without penetrating me.
I can’t see his face, but I’m sure he’s blushing. “It makes jerking off go a lot faster. I figured I’d have to be quick this whole trip. I never expected . . .”
He pauses for a second, as if he’s unsure how to complete the sentence. “I never expected this .”
Whatever his reason for having lube is, I’m just grateful he does, because it feels incredible.
He applies a little more pressure, pushing into me.
I will deny the noise I make as his finger sinks deep into my ass until my dying day. But right now, at this moment, I don’t care because once the initial burn passes, it starts to feel good again. He pumps that single digit in and out of me slowly, and my stomach hollows out as tingles race through my body and blood rushes to my cock.
How can something feel so wrong yet so right at the same time?
Kyle adds another finger, stretching me wider and bringing the burn back for a second. I squeeze my eyes shut and breathe through it.
“You okay?” Kyle whispers, gently rubbing my back with the hand that isn’t currently shoved up my ass.
“Mhm,” I moan as the burn once again dissipates, turning into pleasure.
Then he curves his fingers, bumping a new spot deep inside of me.
My body jerks, and Kyle takes notice, continuing to peg that same spot.
“ Oh my God, Ky. What are you doing to me? I feel like I’m ’bout to jizz outta my ass.”
Kyle reaches around, gripping my cock and stroking me. I cry out, overwhelmed by the feel of his hand on me and his fingers in me.
It doesn’t take long, and I come harder than I’ve ever come in my entire life. I’m not sure if I black out for a moment or if I fall asleep, but the next thing I know, Kyle rolls me onto my back from where I seem to have collapsed face first.
“You’re really trying to make sure I like ass play aren’t you?” I mumble with my eyes still closed, like a pile of worthless, blissed-out goo.
I can hear the grin in his voice without even looking at him. “The bro pact was your idea.”