ELIANO #8
He doesn't argue, just watches with wide eyes as I slick my fingers, lean down, and press one against his entrance.
It slides in easily, his slick already prepping the way, the lube only building up on it, and I curl my finger to brush his prostate.
Salt keens, his cock twitching, a fresh bead of pre-cum leaking out.
I add a second finger, scissoring gently, massaging that spot until he's moaning soft, needy sounds, which makes my own arousal spike.
"You're so tight," I whisper, kissing his jaw. "Gonna feel amazing around me."
Finally, I withdraw my fingers and position myself between his legs, rolling on a condom with slightly shaky hands since it’s the first time I’ve ever done this.
The feeling of the rubber on my cock is peculiar, tight and a bit cool, since it’s an unusually thick, cheap one, but it’s for the best, so I quickly try to move past the sensation.
Salt’s eyes lock on mine intensely, his chest heaving with anticipation and a hint of nerves. I line up, the thick head of my cock nudging his hole, pressing just enough to let him feel my presence, to prep him mentally.
"Look at me," I murmur, holding his gaze as I start to push in, slowly, super slowly, the broad tip breaching him with a gradual force.
But it looks… crazy. My dick head is very massive, and his entrance looks so strained that all the small folds are actually flattened, resembling the pink, thin rubber about to snap.
He tenses, a sharp inhale escaping him as my girth begins to inch in. His cheeks flush a deep red, eyes widening, but there's no mistaking the way his cock twitches against his belly, hard and leaking more pre-cum. It's as if he's caught between pleasure and pain, teetering on the very thin line.
"Breathe, Salt," I soothe, freezing in place after just the first two inches.
I lean down, pressing lazy kisses along his neck, nipping lightly at his glands to distract him, my free hand stroking his thigh in soothing circles, wandering up toward his ribs and nipples, pulling on them.
His hands grip my arms, nails digging in, his breathing deep but shaky.
Finally, after a solid minute or two, he nods.
I can see the mix of strain and excitement in his face, the way his lips part, his eyes open wide.
"Okay?" I ask softly, still holding his eyes.
He nods again, whispering, "Yeah… keep going."
Still incredibly slow, I ease forward another inch, the heat of him clenching around me like a vice, so fucking tight, sends sparks up my spine in a strangely intense way.
Fuck, how is this possible? I get the impression I’m about to come on the spot.
So I pause there, breathing through it, as much to let him adjust as to steady myself, watching his chest rise and fall rapidly.
His face is redder now, a beautiful blush spreading even to his ears.
Despite the tension, his hips shift subtly, as if seeking more.
"Damn, do you have to be so thick?" he mutters, his voice turning into a rough whine, but there's no real complaint in it, just breathless awe mixed with that feigned grumble.
His eyes flicker down to where we're joined, then back up to mine, seemingly fighting his arousal. But I can feel his slick easing the way, his body betraying how much he wants this, even as he ‘protests’. It only makes me harder, knowing he's turned on by the intense stretch.
I stroke his side, whispering, "You're doing so good, baby. Just breathe through it."
Salt growls, "I swear, if you say that again…"
"Say what?" I mumble, leaving an open-mouthed kiss on his neck gland.
"Just stop with the breathing thing. You try breathing through it!"
"As a matter of fact, I am breathing through how tight and perfect you feel and how I’m about to unload way too early…"
My answer seems to make his heart beat even faster, so it is obviously well received, despite the disgruntled groan.
Then another gasp comes from him as I press in a third inch, still slow but a bit more insistent, feeling every ripple of his inner walls gripping me. He pants, his head tipping back slightly, but his gaze snaps back to mine when I cup his jaw.
"Eyes on me," I say in a low voice, and he complies.
I need this intense connection between us, building up the moment.
His cock throbs visibly, a translucent bead of precum trickling down along his shaft. We both gaze down to where I’m partially buried in him, halfway in—plus another inch—not pushing any further, knowing that six inches deep is plenty for his first time.
We stay like that for a long beat, my body hovering over his, our breaths syncing as he adjusts to my presence there.
"Feels… full," he breathes, cheeks still flaming, but the way his thighs tremble around me shows his excitement, his arousal painting his flushed skin. I nod, kissing his cheek and jaw, then his lips softly.
"Tell me when you're ready."
After a few more breaths, he murmurs, "Yeah. Go for it."
I start with the gentlest rocking, barely shifting my hips, a subtle sway between his thighs, keeping eye contact, which makes everything feel so much better. The motion is shallow, just easing in and out those few inches, building friction without overwhelming him.
It’s not that I’m an expert at this, but I let myself follow my intuition and the energy between us.
His moans start soft, building as I find a slow rhythm, our bodies swaying together like an ascending wave.
I lean in closer, one hand interlacing with his, the other supporting my weight as I watch every flicker of pleasure cross his face, the way his lips part on a sigh, his eyes half-lidded but never leaving mine.
The slick sounds of us moving fill the room, wet and lewd, mingling with his quiet whimpers and my low groans.
It's torturously slow, each gentle thrust drawing out the sensation, letting him feel every thick inch that's inside him.
His legs wrap loosely around my waist, pulling me nearer without demanding more depth, and I match his pace, rocking steadily, our gazes persistently locked throughout.
The problem is that I have to keep hitting the brakes the whole time.
And I guess it’s the same for him. I can see the way his dick is throbbing as I nudge it with my abdomen. The way his passage ripples slightly in small waves of pleasure, and how my own pleasure is teetering on the edge.
We’re both building it up. Salt’s reactions start to intensify, moans spilling freely as his legs wrap tighter around my waist. Feeling his calves pressing encouragingly against my hips makes me see red. The picture of him riding toward climax pulls me along with him like a flood wave.
"Oh gosh, Eliano, it’s… fuck," he gasps, his body responding more wildly now, his hips pushing up. It doesn’t take long, it just can’t.
After barely two dozen of my thrusts, his eyes widen and he comes hard, cock pulsing untouched, ropes of cum splattering his chest and my stomach.
The perfect sight of it, and the tight clench around me, tip me over way too easily as well.
Buried deep, I spill into the condom, a surprised grunt tearing from my throat.
Fuck. So good, so divine… But also way too quick; basically premature ejaculation as far as I’m concerned.
The realization of how he could see it makes heat flood my face. It’s embarrassing, but since I’m still hard inside him, I hope I can redeem myself. My need isn’t sated yet.
Salt blinks up at me, dazed, his left pupil blown out almost as much as the right one. A provocative, small smile playing at his lips.
"Don't you dare stop," he whispers.
So I don't. I pick up the pace, thrusting firmer, faster, but always controlled. I rein myself in, no roughness, just upping the pleasure.
We start the full ride now. Our bodies merge together wetly, his slick making every slide smooth and easier, though it still feels like a tight grip. Salt moans louder, matching my rhythm.
Ah! Thrust.
Ah! Thrust.
Ah! Thrust.
His hands roam my back as we kiss messily, tongues and teeth, breaths mingling with pants and sighs.
The tightness of him milks my cock relentlessly, our groans harmonizing. Then I just have to suck on his neck again, feeling his pulse race under my lips.
"So good, you feel incredible, Salt," I murmur, my fingers tighter interlacing with his.
Tension coils tight once more, and we crest together this time, Salt arches with a cry, his hole milking me hard, pulsing around me as he’s coming again, and I flood the condom once more in a powerful release.
Only then do we collapse, gasping, bodies slick with sweat, hearts pounding in sync.
That moment, the afterglow, the post-orgasmic strange haze cuddles us, lullabies us, making it all dreamy and slightly unreal, delaying the moment when our eyes meet again and we become Salt and Eliano once more.
Two guys in an uncertain situation on a strange island, giving their bodies to each other for the first time.
As our breaths even out, I nuzzle his ear and whisper, "Thank you… that was divine."
Salt hums lazily, his arms pulling me close.
"Don’t need to thank me, it was a fair exchange. V for V, right?"
I chuckle. "Yeah, it was." Then I add, "But I’m glad it was with you."
Silence unfolds, and, to be honest, I don’t expect a response.
We drift off like that, tangled and sated, the world fading away.
***
I do not sleep for long. Something pulls me out of that shallow doze, some inner stir that nudges me awake, and I abruptly open my eyes.
For a moment I lie there in a blank, thoughtless space. I hear Salt’s deep, even breathing, his body relaxed and loose beside me, damp strands of hair scattered over his cheek, his neck, his shoulder. I feel the temptation to brush them away gently, but I do not do it, maybe more for my own sake.