Cade
Bottoming was…weird.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” Walker asked, for what had to be the thirtieth time.
“Pretty sure,” I muttered as I lay there, trying to make sense of the feelings making their way through my body.
It wasn’t as if I hadn’t understood what it might feel like having something inside me; Walker had been diligent in prepping me.
So diligent, in fact, that I had taken mental notes for when I was the one doing the prep.
That had been a little weird, having fingers in a part of my body that had never known an intrusion like that.
If I’d thought that would be a good warmup for when he put his dick inside me, I was mistaken.
He was taking it slow, pushing into me a little at a time and measuring my response with every push.
It wasn’t like it hurt; hell, I probably would have dealt with it better if there was some pain involved, that at least I could understand.
It was the other sensations I was having a hard time processing.
I mean, looking back, I should have expected feeling like I needed to go to the bathroom, and I seriously needed to ask Walker how he dealt with that when we were done.
Once he was all in, he braced himself, draping over my back and kissing the back of my neck. “Would it help if I told you this feels amazing?”
“Yeah,” I admitted. Originally, I had been curious, and it felt right to return the favor, even if it was only once.
I couldn’t say whether I was going to want to come back to this in the future.
I was still on the fence about that. It made things a little better knowing he was enjoying himself.
“And quit askin’ if I’m okay, I’ll tell ya. ”
“No, you won’t,” he chuckled, and I felt him twitch inside me. I blinked as that bit of movement sparked something in my body. “I have to watch you carefully because you won’t tell me the truth now you know I’m enjoying it.”
Damn him. “No.”
“Instead of trying to be a good liar, which you’ll never be, why don’t you focus on being honest about how you’re doing?”
“I’m just…figurin’ things out, alright? Just do what ya need to do, okay?”
“What inspiring words!”
“Walker.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
When he began moving, the weird feelings got…weirder. I was happy that the stopped-up feeling was going away, but I wasn’t sure about the other feelings that I couldn’t even describe. I had to imagine that plenty of people would know what I meant their first time having something up their ass.
“Hmm,” Walker said, and reached out to take the pillow from under my head.
“Hey,” I grumbled. “That was comfortable.”
“And this,” he said as he moved his knees and got the pillow under me, “will be a lot better.”
“If ya say so,” I muttered and waited for him to thrust again.
When he did, my breath caught as whatever he’d done differently felt like it hit something that spread throughout my whole body, even tingling down to my fingertips.
He paused and did it again and again, and suddenly, I forgot all about the weird feelings as they were washed away by whatever the hell he was doing.
“Aw, shit,” I muttered, pressing my face into the mattress and groaning as he picked up the pace.
He clearly knew what he was doing, and I lay there as the pleasure didn’t just come in strong waves or bursts, but kept building.
The pressure inside me never diminished, but it wasn’t a bad feeling.
It felt like I was going a little crazy as I lay there, gripping the sheet and crying out every time his hips snapped forward, and it felt like whatever he was hitting was hit dead on.
“There you go,” he practically purred as he began hammering away at that spot inside me, my nerves singing with pleasure.
“Walker,” I groaned as the pressure built even faster now that all I could feel was him pounding away at my pleasure point. “I think…I don’t—”
I didn’t know what I was trying to say; the pressure was such that it felt like it was pushing away my ability to think clearly, let alone tell him what was going on.
The sensation was familiar, but completely different.
It was only as I felt the tightening in my gut that I realized he was actually—
“Oh fuck,” I groaned, pushing back and crying out when he ground his hips against my ass.
Beneath me, my cock jumped, and I hung there with a gasp as it spurted all over the pillow.
It was an orgasm unlike any other I’d had; it felt like it wasn’t focused in my groin but somehow my entire body as I felt myself shaking.
It was then Walker let out a low growl and snapped his hips one more time, knocking another hard spurt out of my dick, and a new warmth filled my ass as he… well, filled me.
He slipped out carefully as I slumped to the side, mindful of the wet pillowcase, and lay there, looking up at the ceiling in wonder.
Where just over a minute ago my body had been vibrating with pleasure, there was now a gentle humming in my nerves as I lay sprawled on my back.
I watched as he tossed the pillowcase to the ground, checking the pillow before tossing it back onto the bed and looking at me.
“That was a first,” he chuckled as he flopped down next to me.
“What?” I asked.
“Okay, not the first, that’s the second time I’ve fucked someone into coming hands free,” he chuckled. “Though it is the first time it’s happened, the first time I fucked someone.”
“I didn’t know ya could do that.”
“Mmm, people say any guy can do it, but I don’t think so. I think some guys are more likely than others.”
“I didn’t do it to ya.”
“No, it’s never happened to me before,” he chuckled, resting his chin on my chest and grinning. “Don’t worry, it’s not a sign of whether you’re good at it. A better sign is if my eyes roll back and I can’t talk.”
We had only fucked a few times, but the past couple of times, where I had been the one doing most of the work, I had definitely seen him reduced to that state. “You’re just tryin’ to make me feel better.”
He rolled his eyes. “I’m not lying. Trust me, with a dick as big as yours, it can be really easy to fuck up. You, however, seem to be aware of how big you are and don’t use it like it’s an average-sized dick.”
“Well, yeah, I know I’m big,” I said, confused. “How couldn’t I? I mean, it’s not like I go around comparin’ or anythin’, but ya do sorta figure it out.”
“You’d be surprised,” he said with a snort, laying his face against my chest and closing his eyes.
“Some guys out there who aren’t as big as you but are still pretty big, seem to think they can just go to town on someone.
Which sure, after you’re loosened up and into that sort of treatment, you can. ”
I wrinkled my nose. “Sounds like a good way for someone to get hurt.”
“And that’s exactly what happens,” he said with a sigh. “Some people just don’t think; you should know that.”
“Someone done that to you?” I asked, keeping my voice even.
“Oh, definitely,” he said with a chuckle.
“Also had guys who thought they could just…shove their dick in because they were horny, drunk, and not thinking. That’s just the way people are sometimes, Cade.
And I don’t have to have my eyes open to know you’re getting that pissed-off look on your face.
You’re not going to hunt down some stupid ass that doesn’t know how to pace themselves. Calm down.”
I grunted. “I wasn’t thinkin’ anythin’ like that.”
“Again, we go back to how terrible a liar you are,” he said, but with a smile, so I dropped it.
I stroked his hair gently, basking in his good mood.
Not that he was the type to walk around scowling all the time, but from the moment we had been reunited, I had seen how little he smiled and laughed like he used to.
Smiles came to him a little more easily nowadays, and he wasn’t as stingy with his laughs, but they were still uncommon enough that I could appreciate them when I saw them.
There was a weight on his shoulders constantly, but right now he seemed free of that as he curled up against my side and listened to my heartbeat and breathing.
While I knew sex was usually a reliable way to decompress and get into a better mood, it felt…
different between us. I knew the difference between sex that was purely gratifying for the sake of it, and sex that was gratifying because of the person you slept with.
I’d been in love a couple of times, and I’d cared for all my previous girlfriends, so I knew what it was like to lie with the person after good sex and bask in the afterglow, and the emotion of seeing the other person content and at peace.
That feeling with Walker right now was completely absent of the weirdness that still found its way into our sex life.
It turned out that while my brain was adjusting to fucking a man, my heart had no problem with the idea that it was falling for one.
What mattered wasn’t the genitals of the person; it cared about how happy Walker looked, the way he sighed contentedly as he wiggled a little closer, and how the troubles of his life seemed miles away from his thoughts.
“So,” he said, opening his eyes and grinning. “How would you rate your first experience bottoming?”
“Mmm, definitely gonna have to try again,” I said.
“I can’t be sure how I feel about the whole thing.
The last half was pretty damn good. I always kinda waved it off when I heard guys talkin’ about butt play with their girlfriends and wives.
I didn’t think it could make much difference.
You can be witness to me admittin’ I was wrong, it makes a world of difference, and I’m now on the side of butt play. ”
“The second half, huh?” he asked, lifting his head. “What was wrong with the first half?”
“Aww, it wasn’t you, it was just…weird on my end.”
The corner of his lips twitched. “Not painful, then?”
“Nope,” I said brightly. “Ya did your job real good; I picked up some pointers, actually.”