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“Good?”
“So good,” I confirmed breathlessly. “More.”
Together, we undid my trousers and peeled them off my legs, leaving me in my socks and my favourite sky-blue jock. The material was tented, damp with my precum, and even to my eyes, it looked hot as fuck. I would’ve been tempted to photograph it, but my footballer was far more tempting, hard beneath me, giving me those eyes that gave me both butterflies and a leaking cock.
“What do you think?” I ran a blue-tipped finger down my torso, stopping at the band of my jockstrap.
“Fuuuuck,” he moaned, his hands fisting my sheets as he screwed his eyes closed, the prominent bulge in his jeans making my mouth water. “What’s happening to me?”
I froze on top of him. Was he really into this, or was he uncomfortable? Biting down on my lip, I studied him uncertainly. “Ben? Are you okay? We can slow down, or stop if you want.”
His eyes snapped open, his gaze flying to mine. “No. We’re not fucking stopping, okay?”
Exhaling shakily, I nodded. “Okay. Want to get naked?”
“Yes.” The word was hissed out between gritted teeth, Bennett’s gaze tracking my hand movements as my fingers curled around the hem of his T-shirt. I was still unsure, but I figured that he’d give me cues if he wanted to stop. Even so, I was careful, taking my time, dragging his T-shirt the rest of the way up his body and over his head, and then flicking open the buttons on his jeans. When his tented navy boxer briefs came into full view, also damp with precum, I took a moment to sit back and admire the sight. So much of my FBO content involved showcasing my hard dick without actually showing it, so I was basically a connoisseur. And Bennett’s dick straining in his underwear was gourmet level mouthwatering.
“Mi ecciti,” I murmured, snapping back into English when Bennett made a noise that was somewhere between a moan and a gasp. “You turn me on so fucking much. I want you. I want your cock.”
“I think…yeah. I want that. Tell me how to make it good for you.”
“I will,” I promised, divesting him of his jeans without touching his underwear, which was a skill I hadn’t known I possessed until that moment. Touching his lovely cock would happen soon enough, but I needed to remember that this was his first time, and I didn’t want to do anything to scare him away.
Instead of removing our underwear, I decided to kiss him some more. Stretching out across his body, I lowered my mouth to his. His arms came around my back, and then down, his palms sliding over the curve of my ass. I moaned into his mouth, rolling my hips down, and then it was his turn to moan as our cocks pressed together.
“More.” He got his fingers underneath the band of my jock, and I went with it, helping him to strip us of the rest of our clothes in record time. All except for our socks, because one, my feet were cold, and two, was there anything hotter than two guys naked except for their socks? My FBO subscribers were obsessed, at least. Then again, I did manage to pull off the nude-except-for-socks look like a pro.
I forgot all about socks and how we looked when Bennett pushed me into a seated position on top of him, his hard cock brushing up against mine, and juststared. Stared at our dicks, his mouth open.
It was so fucking hot. I’d been with a few ‘straight’ boys before, but it had always been a rushed, covert thing, and I’dneverhad anyone else look at me the way he was, all completely fascinated and turned on and hot.
Fuck me, I was a lucky boy.
“Can I…” he began, his fingers creeping towards my dick.
“Yes. Touch me.” We both watched as a bead of precum slid down the head of my dick, my breath catching in my throat and my dick throbbing, even though he hadn’t touched me yet.
The tip of his index finger slowly slid up my shaft, swiping over my precum, and then…
He placed his finger to his lips. His tongue came out, and he tentatively licked the moisture from his finger.
“Oh,” I whispered.
I’d been with men who were well-versed in the art of gay sex. My own housemate was a porn star. And yet… No one had ever affected me the way Bennett did in that moment.
His cheeks flushed, his gaze flicking to mine before returning to my dick. “More?”
“Mmm.”
There was a slight shake in his hand as he wrapped his fingers around both of our erections, and his first few strokes were unsure, but when I moaned and thrust forwards, unable to help myself, he gave me a slow, dirty smile, his grip steadying, and then he just fucking went for it with the sexiest rush of confidence I’d ever seen.
“Fuck, Nic. So good.”
I was swooning like a Victorian maiden. “Don’t stop.”
“You like that?”
“Mmm, yeah.”
