And this might be the only chance we get.
I drop my hand to brush along the downy flannel on the side of his knee.
“Collin, I’ve never had actual sex with anyone.” His legs are still crossed. I continue moving along the inside of his thigh, enjoying the warmth of his skin through thefabric, the firmness of muscle. “And the closest I got was interrupted by an asshole fae prince.” I stop my fingertips just under where his balls plump out the seam of his PJ pants, just barely touching their softness. He stares down at my fingers, legs trembling, holding his breath. Silk shifts against my own growing cock. “I don’t think I’m ready to sleep quite yet. I know this is a little crazy, but—would you be cool with finishing what we started?”
He laughs.
“Feck, yes, Alvin!Gods, yes!”
6
I laugh too.I can’t help it. His enthusiastic response is absolutely adorable and exactly what I wanted to hear. But anticipation and nerves immediately set my heart pounding. This could literally be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and I so don’t want to screw it up.
Holding my breath, I slide my hand up the fuzzy flannel of his pants and slip two fingers through his fly to touch warm, plump skin. It’s soft and velvety as a rose petal. He arches his lower back as I squeeze, and his growing erection rises and stiffens in my grip.
Turning him on like that flushes away any sense of fatigue I had before, and the low-level arousal I was feeling swells in my chest and stomach and below.
Biting my lower lip, I let go of him, curl my fingers over the thick elastic waistband at his hips, and pull out and down. He lifts his butt up with a cute hop-like thrust, and I get the cozy fabric to just below his knees in one swift yank. Now free, his pale cock springs and bounces, stiff and arched. A dusting of feathery blond hairs climbsabout a quarter of the way up the shaft. I’m so instantly mesmerized by what I’m seeing, I have to remind myself I wanted more. That this is just the beginning.
I look up at Collin’s face and watch him swallow hard. His vibrant blue eyes bore into mine with expectation and longing. He’s clearly down for whatever I want to do.
Part of me wants to just bring my mouth over that buttery-smooth skin and take him in. But I’ve read enough stuff on the internet to know that blow jobs aren’t the easiest thing to get right. I might feel uncharacteristically ballsy right now, but I’m still me, and I have zero experience.
Baby steps, Alvin.
I pull his bottoms off completely, dragging them over one slender foot, followed by the other. It leaves his legs extended, so I straddle his knees. I reach down and stroke my fingertips up the sides of his shaft, ever so lightly. The subtle bumps and veins are fascinating. His cock is thinner than mine, but definitely longer and crowned with delicate folds of extra foreskin. Obviously, I’ve seen plenty of guys naked online, but to reach out and touch this secret part of him, to experience it in person, to do what was always forbidden to me… Time slows down, and everything sharpens. It feels sacred in a way that makes my breath shudder.
I’m completely lost in exploring—sliding the silken hood open, tracing up and around his erection—when Collin groans out a whimper. The pad of my thumb had just brushed against the sensitive vertical ridge of tissue on the underside of the head. It didn’t sound like an in-pain whimper, so I cautiously glance up at him and graze mythumb along that tender seam again—this time more gently, while two other fingers trail faintly up the spongy back. His eyes wince into happy crescents and, after a few more teasing caresses, he moans and a tiny pearl of fluid emerges from the tip.
Well, that’s fucking cool.
He’s supporting himself with hands drilled into the mattress behind his back. The tight muscles under his smooth tummy tremble, and his shoulders are crunched up, suspended in place, like he’s having to hold himself back. I decide to fully wrap my hand around him, but I’ve never done this before, and I’m afraid of doing it wrong somehow. I’ve heard that different guys like to jack off in different ways. For me, I need a pretty firm grip to really get going, so I split the difference, starting with a whisper-light touch at the base and ending with a squeeze at the top, sliding my thumb over the now-slick tip. His cock responds with a solid throb in my fist, rewarding me with a little more pre-cum each time. My heart lifts, happy at this tiny success.
Collin groans again, his upper body dropping back onto his elbows. “Jaysus… Your hand is pure soft!”
Really? Maybe that’s true. I have no idea. It’s not like I’ve ever had the chance to compare my skin with other guys, and his feels almost as satiny as the porn PJs stretching over my knees.
Whatever. I’m clearly making him feel good, so I keep at it—kneading stroke after stroke after stroke—and revel as his breath becomes more rough and urgent.
I peek up at him again, just to make sure it’s not too much. (I’ve heard uncircumcised guys can be extra sensitive!)But he’s propped up on those elbows, smiling down at me with stupid delight, and now the only thing I want to do is get him off. I glare at his dick with determination. It’s like I’ve found the best toy in the whole world. My own grin feels wicked.
The bare skin of his thighs is warm against the inside of my knees, but his cock is even hotter in my hand. It practically burns as I slide the skin up and squeeze my palm over the little swollen curves and ridges underneath. I need to feel even more of him, so I reach down and brush the sac of his balls with the fingers of my other hand. The skin is rose-petal-soft there, too. Maybe softer. Even his pubic hair feels like fine corn silk. And he smells fresh and clean, like he stepped out of a shower. There’s just a hint of spicy musk from the pre-cum spilling over the back of my fingers.
Arousal stokes my courage.God, what would it be like to actually taste him?
His balls stir, drawing in from my caressing fingertips. And he whimpers with each firm, kneading pull of my fist.Adorablelittle squeaks. I’m loving that I’m doing this to him. And I’m loving that it’s him I’m doing it to. This sweet, gentle, magical guy who, for whatever reason, only sees good in me. Who makes me feel like anything is possible.
“Alvin—?” he whispers, and I quicken my kneading and caressing. He’s sucking in his lower lip and, damn, if he’s about to come, I’m so here for it! “Em, eh, could youplease—” His breath hitches, and a larger pearl of pre-cum beads at the tip. “Mm!”Tight-jawed, his voice constricts, struggling to get the words out. “Could you please, like,take off your clothes?” I glance up, and his sky-blue eyes plead with helpless need. “I’m dying to look at you.”
I’m not going to lie. There’s a part of me that recoils at that thought. I mean, I don’t exactly love my body, and I didn’t bother turning off the light in my bedroom. But fair’s fair. And if there’s even a chance it will make this better for him, then I’m down.
(And anyway, my own cock is stone hard and twisting against the satin fabric pouch of my dude-lingerie. It’s both teasing and more than a little uncomfortable.)
I raise myself up on my knees and start to unfasten the mother-of-pearl buttons of the red PJ shirt, pulling the placket apart, when something hard bumps against my nipple. I immediately stop when I realize what I’m doing.Crap!The watch is in the top pocket, and the last thing I want is to make Collin disappear!
(Or… maybe he won’t, and I’m still lying back on the bed, and everything I’m doing is just VR? God, trying to figure out what’s happening in my world versus his is a mind-twister!)
Collin must pick up on my quandary because he says, with more than a little urgency, “It’s okay! You can take your shirt off. The watch will still be in your pocket, and it won’t be far from you. As long as you want me to stay, I will. Ipromise.”
