All right. Well, that’s a handy new rule! Let’s give it a shot!
I don’t put on a show. I just get the shirt off me as fast as I can. (Being careful the watch doesn’t fall out when I place it to the side.) My tummy legit balloons out beyond my waistband, which is totally what I was afraid of. Still, as I turn back to Collin, his wide, hungry eyes let me know he’s as into seeing me as I’m into seeing him. It’s completely nuts, but I can’t help digging that.
To get my pants off requires a bit more doing. I have to stand up and awkwardly climb out of them since I have thick calves and the cuffs try to annoyingly stick to my ankles. But once I’m free, I see my own dick has been leaking up a storm. When I turn, a fat drop splats down on the sheet next to Collin.
Immediately my cheeks burn with embarrassment.Crap!Could anything be less romantic?
Collin’s eyes land on the spot on the sheet and widen. He immediately sits up, his face red and intense, and now I’m totally afraid I’ve ruined the moment by being gross or whatever. But his eyes are locked on my cock and he immediately reaches for me. Just an inch away, he snaps his fingers back and hisses in a breath with barely restrained lust.
“I promised myself I’d let you do everything. I want this to be dead special for you, and I don’t want to go any faster than you’re ready for. But—Jaysus, can I please just touch you?”
I’m still fully upright, both of my chunky bare feet on the lumpy mattress. And I’m so relieved, so pleased by his reaction, at this point, he doesn’t need to ask—I’ll do anything.
“Collin, I want you to like this as much as me.That’swhat I want.” My own voice is surprisingly low and husky. He’s crouched just beneath me, his sweet face and eager eyes and trembling body all breathtakingly perfect. Seeing him like that boils away any remaining embarrassment,leaving my chest hot, my heart racing. I’m so freaking turned on, my arms shake.
Collin responds to my words with an eager nod. He scoots forward and immediately wraps his palm over the top half of my cock, pulling at the little remnant of foreskin I have. His grip is firm and exactly as I like it. He strokes up hard, and an exquisite twinge of pleasure draws in from deep inside me. I groan, and now it’s Collin’s smile that becomes wicked. He rises to his knees and works me even rougher, face inches from my cock, his expression burning with laser-like focus. A lovely fullness starts to fill my balls. I bite my lip with a whimper, and Collin leans in even closer, bringing his own pale-pink lips just above the head. His moist breath puffs on me, which sends my mind spinning about what could come next. I’m gripped with another squeeze of ecstasy, then one more, and my knees want to buckle. Legs trembling, I struggle to keep standing on the aging springs of my broken-down mattress. I clench my hands and tighten my abs and try to fight against my cresting orgasm. I don’t want this to end!
Just at the last second, just before the delicious ache is about to spill over, Collin springs his fingers apart and pulls away. The sudden withdrawal creates a cool brush of air against my skin that hits me like an electric shock. I jerk my head up, gritting my teeth with a strangled grunt.
“Ah!”
Blood hammers in my throat under my jaw—but somehow, miraculously, I keep from coming.
I look back down at Collin, kneeling beneath me. His hands pull small fists at his sides. His jaw is tight. Feverish eyes meet mine and it’s like a trigger snaps—he instantlysurges up and tugs me down onto the bed. It’s sudden and forceful but not scary because I want us closer. I want to feelallof him. We’re left face-to-face on our sides, and he drinks me in with zeal, like it’s taking him serious effort not to straight-up pounce on me.
And God, am I so ready to be pounced on! He’s still wearing that flannel top, though, so before he can grab me again, I reach for the placket of his shirt and shove the top button through its narrow hole with a quivering thumb. His eyes bore into my hands as I work my way down, the fuzzy fabric over his chest rapidly beating in time with his heart. The heat of him so close carries a stronger scent of spicy musk and it makes my own pulse quicken. Each button I release reveals more smooth skin with beautiful, downy hair. Not even halfway done, I reach in and brush the back of my knuckles against the little curls, luxuriating in their feathery texture. My chest is completely hairless and the novelty captivates me. I skim over a nipple and he shudders.
“Alvin,please…”
I flick my eyes up to see his expression has become desperate. Delightfully so. I’m teasing him and an impish part of me is totally into it—but I’m too impatient right now not to keep going. I push through the last few buttons, fingers drunk and clumsy with arousal, and pull the fabric wide. His bare and freckled tummy pops in and out with shallow breaths between the parted flannel flaps. All his ab muscles are crunched tight. Not sure what to do next, I drag the tips of my fingers down the velvet of his skin and then up his chest and throat. I can’t get enoughof how warm he feels. His neck and face are so flushed, he’s practically radioactive.
With an urgent grunt, Collin levers himself up and tears his shirt completely off, finally letting me see all of him. Everything’s creamy and smooth and covered in random dustings of that silky blond hair. And even without his cozy PJs, he grins at me like I’m Christmas morning. I can’t believe I actually get to be naked with someone like this. I can’t believe I finally get to have this!
His sky-blue eyes hold mine as he sinks back down to face me on the bed. With a determined look, he slides one arm then another around my body—over my ribcage, under my neck—and the delicious graze of his skin makes me shiver. He’s so boyish, the press of his bulging, firm bicep over my rib is my only reminder of how strong he can be. With one arm, he draws me in tight and close—our torsos colliding—then his lips are on me, and we’re kissing at last. (Right.Thatwas what I should have done next!) I open to him, electrified by how forcefully he wants this. His tongue brushes against mine, teasing me gently, while I mash my mouth against his so hard, so wild, I’m afraid I might bruise him. Our bare chests and bellies meld seamlessly together, and I’m completely consumed by his heat, his satiny-soft hairs, his firm muscles, and the overwhelming friction of his bare skin rubbing against mine.
A lot of what I’m feeling is straight-up carnal pleasure—but underneath it, inside me, is that same ringing of joy I felt when we kissed back at the druid’s. Thrilling rapture and sweet delight swell in my body to become one single,magnificent sensation. I’m steeped head-to-toe in intoxicating, thrilling, sexy love.
But it’s still not enough.
I’m desperate to press against him, so I jut my hips and try to thrust my cock against his. But even after wrapping my leg over his thigh, it’s hard to get our dicks to grind together. They keep glancing off in the wrong direction, no matter what I do!
It feels pretty good regardless, but it’s also a huge tease, and I grunt with frustration.
Collin pulls back. His face is full red, and there’s sweat on his temples.
“Alvin—do you want to come?”
My balls ache, swollen and heavy. All the muscles below my jaw are tight. It’s only been a matter of minutes, and of course I’d love for this to last for hours, but I don’t think I can take much more.
I give a shallow, helpless nod.
He grins. “Me, too.”
He slides his arm out from under me and rolls onto his back while I stay on my left side. His smile is no longer fierce or wicked. It’s warm and eager, eyes bright like we’re figuring this out together, which just makes me want to touch him more. He squeezes my right hand with affection before bringing it down to his cock. The folds of his extra skin makes the glide of my fist silky smooth. I quicken my pace just to enjoy that buttery slide against my palm. It’s captivating.
He immediately groans. “Ah, that’s brilliant…”
His eyes glimmer at me, full of bliss. Then he crunches his abs and raises his own palm to his mouth. He partskiss-swollen lips and spits a few times with quick little puffs into his hand, before bringing it down over my cock. Using saliva like this is something I’ve only read about in porn, but the sensation is heavenly. Each slippery pull of his hot, tight hand draws up exquisite fullness from low in my balls, and he mercilessly squeezes throb after throb of raw pleasure out of me, intoxicating waves that bloom and penetrate deep into my lap. My shoulder scrapes against the rough sheets as I arch my spine. My breath quivers uselessly against the back of my throat. He’s barely begun and I’m already starting to edge.
