NOAH #5
This time, I used every trace of stubbornness I could call to the surface. I forced myself to remain open for him, relaxed and loose. He’d prepared me better than I had ever done with any toy I’d ever used. I could do this.
And though the feeling was all different than with a rubber dildo, his thickness felt absolutely perfect inside of me.
The first inch filled me, then the second, and the tension I had been feeling lifted as if we had brought down a dam.
I felt invincible after an instant. The sensation came fully and at once. This was it.
Sawyer was inside of me. Sawyer was so close to me that our bodies were mashing together.
I was no longer a virgin.
As I exhaled a shuddering breath of air, Sawyer leaned into me further, filling me with half his length before pulling a fraction back. He nodded approvingly. “That’s a good boy.” And, as those words did something to my heart, he thrust his hips forward and entered me deeper.
It took several more moves, each making me feel stronger and bigger and better at everything, before I felt his abdomen and balls grind against me.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned, fucking me deep, although he was still slow and steady about it. “Does that hurt?”
I took a second to decide. “No.” It was just as before. This wasn’t pain. This was a feeling I welcomed wholeheartedly even if some part of it resembled discomfort. That discomfort was soon fading, giving way to the absolute pleasure and sense of appropriateness.
He nodded at my answer, then leaned in until my feet slipped off his chest and my legs bent over his shoulders.
This way, when he continued leaning, his destination was easily reached.
His lips met mine and he kissed me as his hips jerked back and forth, kicking moans out of me and him together.
Our voices and our breaths merged together as we made out, his cock impaling me and rubbing hard against my prostate.
If I had thought I would come at the first touch of another guy, I had underestimated a lot of things.
The tension of my muscles, there to keep me relaxed by sheer force, also kept my dick from throbbing.
But the welling feeling of a nearing orgasm was present nonetheless.
It was rising with each swing of Sawyer’s hips.
I placed my hands on his hips and followed his motions.
Simply feeling his bare skin under my fingertips was enough to make me dizzy.
And as our passion grew more heated and as sweat covered our bodies, I lost control of my limbs.
I found myself crying out with joy and pleading for more, slapping his hard chest with my hands and enjoying every little move he made.
When Sawyer moved my legs off his shoulders so he could spread them apart and fuck me while kneeling straight and upright, I discovered I could be hornier still.
He towered, gorgeous and handsome, built so finely and shining with a thin layer of sweat.
He filled me under the angle that made my prostate his main destination, rubbing against it with each thrust.
And each time, a little more precum pooled in my belly button, the itching need for the climax growing.
I wanted him to do this all night, yet I was desperate for my orgasm.
“Please,” I grunted, barely in control of my tongue. “I need to…”
“You’re so close,” Sawyer whispered, thrusting himself into me and kicking breaths of air out of my lungs.
And when he swiped his hand over my cock, every little bit of me tensed.
I felt myself clenching around the base of his thickness.
His cock penetrated me harder, the sensation spreading faster and further to my curling toes and fingers.
His hand gripped me as I throbbed and air stopped flowing into me.
In the ecstasy of pleasure, I managed to cry out a moment before my cock sent spurts of my hot wetness all over my bare stomach and chest. My abs tensed without a moment to relax and I looked at Sawyer’s gorgeous face as he opened his mouth and released an airy moan.
“Fuck,” he whispered, lips barely moving, before his cock jerked ferociously inside of me.
Sawyer filled the condom, fucking me ruthlessly for a minute longer, as tingling soared through my entire body.
I was so spent and satisfied that I could have fallen asleep the moment he leaned in and covered my body with his.
I wrapped my arms around his bare torso, feeling his sticky, sweaty skin on mine, his heated body glowing just like mine was.
I inhaled, my heart pounding quickly against his chest.
“Th-thank you,” I whispered, running a hand through his hair on the back of his head.
I could feel him smile in the crook of my neck.
“Fuck, Noah,” he murmured. “You don’t have to thank me for this.
It was…” His voice trailed off for a moment, my guts wrenching in expectations.
“Beautiful,” he finished decisively as he relaxed, his cock sliding all the way out of me with ease, warmth of both friction and passion lingering behind.
A couple minutes later, Sawyer got up. I moved, but he waved for me to stay as I was.
He snuck into the bathroom, then returned after disposing of the condom.
He carried a towel with a bit of it soaked under hot water, then wiped the mess I had made on myself.
He was careful and gentle like it gave him pleasure to do this.
I abruptly had the strongest urge to pull him in and hold him until he realized I wasn’t letting go. I wanted to keep him here all night long. I wanted him to surrender himself to all the ways in which I could make him feel nearly as good as he had made me.
When I was clean, Sawyer scanned me and gave an approving nod, smiling to himself. “There you go.”
He went into the bathroom again and I closed my eyes. My heart kept tripping as I tried to make my brain understand that it was over. I had done it. I was no longer a virgin.
I suppose the real feeling would sink in later.
Right now, all I was thinking about was the bliss Sawyer had left in me.
And when he returned, he was still unashamedly naked, as if putting his underwear on was an unthinkable act.
He lay on the bed like he owned it, scooted against me, and sighed with the sort of tranquility I had never heard from him.
“How do you feel?” he asked, locking our gazes together.
“I…” I didn’t know how to pour the feelings into thought, then translate those thoughts into words.
I felt like the world was no longer the same.
I felt like I had just closed a chapter in my life.
It was like being a traveler who had just returned from exploring uncharted territory.
This was the place in which it had all begun, but I was no longer the same.
I was better and wiser and more adult with the experience.
“I feel amazing,” I said, too far gone in my dreaming to repeat any of the words that had crossed my mind. “You made me feel amazing.”
Sawyer bit his lip and nodded. “Me too.”
And my heart nearly exploded in my chest. The spark of mischief in his eyes was overshadowed by the pure, unfiltered longing that radiated out of him. He was honest. He was saying that because he wanted me to know and not because he was polite.
It took effort to resist the urge to pull him in and hold him so tightly that he couldn’t breathe. I didn’t want to come across as a pathetic, clingy guy who was desperate for attention right after losing his virginity.
But Sawyer wasn’t a clingy guy and he had lost his virginity a long time ago. So, when he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in so hard that our bodies nearly melted into one another, my heart wanted to break out of my chest and my stomach was filled with butterflies taking flight.
He kissed my cheek, then my lips, and I realized how little I had expected of this. I hadn’t gone so far as to imagine what it would look like to lie in bed after sex, but to be kissed was a surprise. Had I given it any thought, I would have discovered that my expectation was to be left alone.
I very much preferred what Sawyer was doing.