20. Calvin #2
I try to reassure him that it’s fine and I understand why he’s asking by kissing him softly until he stops rambling. “It’s why I don’t beat Adler and Shields or anyone else to a bloody pulp.”
“Because if you did, it would get back to your family,” he says in understanding.
“Yup. Just like walking out of practice. Those sorts of things somehow end up being told to my father or my grandfather. But this—it’s not notable enough, I guess.”
“I’m so sorry, Calvin. This is such bull—” I kiss him hard again, trying to shut him up because I don’t want to think about anything. I just want to be with him while I can be.
“I’ve never done anything with anyone, but I understand if you don’t want to do this without a condom.”
“I have . . .” he says slowly, his eyes meeting mine. “But it’s been a while, and I’ve been tested twice since the last time. All negative.”
I nod because I trust him. I don’t even really have to think about it. Jonah has been protective of me since day one, and I have no doubt he’d never hurt me. “So, we doing this then?”
“You just can’t wait for me to be inside you, can you?”
I shake my head because now that I know it’s happening, it’s all I want. He kisses me hard, trailing down over my chest and nipples, down over my stomach, giving every part of me attention.
When he takes half of my cock into his mouth, I nearly come up off the ground, thrusting a little too hard and immediately shrinking back. “Sorry,” I say, and I am, but holy shit, that felt good.
He just chuckles around my cock, sucking hard and then using his hand to stroke me while playing with me with his tongue, dragging it over every inch of my cock. I struggle to find the lube in my bag, but when I do, I all but toss it at him, pleading with him.
“Have you ever done this before?” I ask, watching him pop the lid open and pour some on his fingers.
“Fingered a guy?” he asks, and I nod, “Yes. A few times. Had my dick inside of someone? No.”
I can’t help but smirk at that, and he just chuckles. I guess I’m a little possessive.
“But I’m going to make this good for you,” he says with determination as he uses his slicked-up finger to circle my hole.
I’m not going to lie, I’m nervous as hell.
I’ve never had anything inside me before, not even my own fingers, and it feels a little weird.
But there’s a hot sort of tingling sensation too.
The nerves lighting up with each slick circle of his finger.
He doesn’t push inside. He just plays with me as he licks and sucks on my cock. It’s torture and bliss all at the same time. I want more, but yet . . . I’m also terrified of more. When he pushes his finger slowly inside me, it’s strange.
A little uncomfortable, but not too bad. He takes his time, adding more lube and then pushing two into me. It’s a tight fit, and I wiggle around a little to get comfortable, but Jonah is patient.
He works me open with enough lube that it just starts to feel really good. And then, he pegs my prostate. I cry out, my balls nearly unloading, my entire body rigid with the impending release. “Oh, holy fuck, don’t do that again. I mean do it, but . . . oh fuck.”
I can feel him smiling with his mouth on my dick, looking up at me with innocent fuck-me eyes.
“Holy shit,” I say because there’s nothing else I can say. He avoids that exact spot, but I’m still too close. “I’m ready. Come here. Fuck me. Please.” I’m a writhing, moaning mess.
He slowly removes his fingers and then pours more lube on his hand, stroking his hard cock and getting nice and slick before climbing up my body and wrapping his still lubed hand around my cock.
“Oh fuck,” I cry, my back arching into him, and I nearly let go. “It’s too much.”
“It won’t be. You sure you’re ready for this?” He doesn’t move his hand, but I feel his cock nudge my relaxed hole.
I swallow hard, trying to get my heart to stop racing, but I nod. “I want this.”
He slowly starts to push inside me, and yeah, it’s weird. Not really bad, but not great either. My erection tries to fade, but he doesn’t let it. Stroking me now as he works himself into my body.
When he’s fully seated inside me, I just feel full. Not bad or great still. But when he kisses me and strokes my cock, pulling almost all the way out and then pushing slowly into me again, the head of his dick strokes over my prostate, and my dick is suddenly at full, leaking attention again.
“Oh fuck. There. There. There,” I ramble.
He smiles against my lips, being a king at multitasking as he kisses me and strokes my cock in a firm, tight, perfect grip and pushes into me over and over, hitting that spot that makes me see sparks.
“I’m close,” I say, not sure why I’m suddenly so talkative.
“Fuck, you feel so good. So warm. So tight. You’re perfect,” he says, thrusting into me over and over. My whole body draws tight, and I let go.
Let go of all the bullshit. Of not letting myself have anything real.
Of not being able to admit that I’m gay and I want this.
I feel light and free in a way that I never have before as I come—hard.
My cock erupts between our bodies, spraying my cum all over my stomach and his and his hand. It’s almost too much.
Almost feels too good.
And then I feel his cock jerk deep inside me as he releases warm cum inside my body, and a whole new round of shivers goes through me as my cock dribbles out more cum.
We’re sticky and sweaty and messy, and I couldn’t ask for a better night.
Because tonight, it’s just us.
Both of us just free.