“That’s nice,” he whispered. “Keep going.”
I followed his lead and pushed a little harder, my slick digit slipping in. The hot constriction around my thumb was something else and his little gasp excited me. “That’s good?”
“Yeah.”
Biting my lip, I moved my thumb in and out slowly and carefully, judging his reaction. From what I could tell, he was enjoying it. The little wet sounds the lube made was amusing and I increased my speed just so I could play with those sounds.
He laughed on a breath. “So you’re going to treat me like a guinea pig.”
I withdrew my thumb, squirted some lube onto my forefinger and gently pushed it inside of him, wishing I had morelight so I could see in detail the way his body flexed and moved around what I was doing.
“Can I do another?” I asked, the excitement in my voice obvious.
He grunted in response, and I carefully pushed my middle finger in. He sucked in a breath, and I moved them around, the tight, hot channel squeezing around me. I bit back the sudden surge of pleasure, my balls tightening at the idea of his ass strangling my cock.
“Enjoying yourself?” He muttered, his bedroom voice sexy.
“Mhm. Are you?”
“Feels nice.”
“What does it feel like?” I asked.
He looked over his shoulder at me. “Are you telling me you never played with your own ass?”
“Not like this,” I said, and pushed my fingers into him all the way to the knuckle. He clawed his hand into his pillow and buried his face in it. “Normally, I’d just feel around the outside in the shower.”
He said something into the pillow, but I had no idea what it was. I took my fingers back and fumbled for the package of condoms. Because my hands were slick, I had trouble getting the packet open, and when I did, the rubber went flying across the room and disappeared behind the dresser. Cursing, I tried again and instead of shooting it off in a random direction, I snapped it against my thigh.
“Here, let me help you with that, you newbie,” he said.
In a smooth move, he turned on his back, sat up, and ripped open the packet with his teeth while eying me. He slid the condom on my dick, carefully working it over the glans and down my shaft. I closed my eyes against the pleasure and bitinto the soft flesh of my bottom lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing I was already on the edge.
“Oh boy, you’re not going to last long, are you?” he said with a slanted grin.
“Shut up and turn over, bottom-boy,” I growled.
He laughed, but flipped over and pushed his ass out for me. “Your dick is bigger than your fingers so be careful, okay? I’ll let you know if I need a minute. It’s been a while, and my body needs to remember what it’s like.”
“How long?” I inquired.
“Seven years or so.”
“Wow, so you’re like a virgin. I’m popping your cherry.”
“Shut up and stick your dick in my ass, brat.”
“Okay,” I muttered, feeling like the virgin that I was.
I spread some more lube on my cock and over his ass, then pushed my dick into his crack in an attempt to spread the moisture everywhere. I enjoyed the way his peach-fuzz of a behind looked bracketing my cock. I massaged his cheeks, kneading and squeezing them together to see how the feeling differentiated.
I was working myself up into a frenzy before I ever got inside of him. I placed the head of my cock against the wet hole and pushed gently, concentrating on the warm sensation of his muscles parting for me.
He reached around and gripped my thigh. He didn’t say anything, so I assumed I wasn’t hurting him and pushed past the resistance. His breaths came in short gasps, his fingers digging into my skin, but he’d said he’d let me know if he needed a minute. I pushed a little more and something gave suddenly, the sweetest tight heat surrounding my cock. I barked a curse.
“Yep,” he said in a strained tone. “Don’t move.”
As I waited for his body to relax I busied my hands, kneading the globes of his ass, massaging my thumbs into hislower back. When he loosened his grip on my thigh and nodded, I dared to move just a little and manage to dive deeper. He buried his face in his pillow again.
