Despite the urgent need to come, I moved slowly and smoothly, concentrating on the sensations of being inside him. I didn’t last long.
“Fuck…” I rasped, throwing my head back as the orgasm sprang from nowhere and rocketed out of me.
“The curse of a young man. Always horny but unable to fuck for more than thirty seconds,” Sean teased.
I pushed into him with a little force, cutting off his words with a moan while I unloaded into the condom and tried not losing my mind. The tight heat felt so good encompassing my dick and the sight of his muscular butt being spread by my rod was just too much to handle.
He moved his hips and my limp cock slid out of him with a wet pop.
“Hold the condom at the base and push it off," he grunted.
I did as instructed and managed to dispose of the rubber without making a mess.
He turned on his back and started jacking himself off. The sight of his cock hard in his hand sent an aftershock through me. I wanted to take over but watching as he pleasured himself was nice too.
It took a few minutes, and he came with a feral growl, shooting ropes of cum all over his stomach. Damn but was he hot at this moment, all disheveled and sticky.
Something took a hold of me, and I licked at his hip where a bead of cum had settled. He made the most lovely, surprised sound. I wanted to do it again, but he pulled me up his body and to his hungry mouth. By the time he was done kissing me, I could barely breathe.
I settled next to him, all sorts of foreign fuzzy feelings racing around inside me. He offered me a half smile and I thought he might be disappointed with my performance.
“You didn’t like it.” I turned my back to him. “I was bad.”
“Oh, my God, come here,” he said and cuddled me close. “You weren’t bad, you were fine. No one is amazing the first time.”
“Everything you just said conflicts.”
He blew out a big breath. “Okay, honesty moment. But you have to look at me.”
I pouted for a long minute but turned to face him with a huff. He tipped my chin up and kissed me tenderly. He was quiet for a long moment, his eyes dark, the pupils expanding to swallow me.
“I promised myself the next time I let someone fuck me, it would mean something. You might not have noticed, but I was trying to hold back because it was starting to feel really nice and it reminded me of what it’s like to be a young gay man discovering sex all over again. I kind of cut myself off from that part of me, amirite? Like you with your music. Remember how special it felt to finally be able to play again? I don’t regret making important changes in my life, but it came at a price.”
“I understand,” I said, disappointed with myself. “Really. I just wished I could have lasted longer for you.”
He pushed his fingers into my hair, pulling me closer so he could kiss my forehead. “You’re young. And with a little practice, you’ll get better at it.”
I narrowed my eyes on him. “Is that your way of saying you want me to fuck you again?”
“You can’t help it, can you?”
“Don’t change the subject. Admit it. You like my cock in your ass. You want me to do it again,” I said.
“Don’t you ever shut up?” he asked with a sigh.
I wanted to say something playful but settled for being honest. “It’s like I’ve had a muzzle on for the first eighteen years of my life that I could only take off around my grandmother.”
He offered me his complete attention, looking interested in what I had to say.
It was already out so no sense in stopping now. But I found talking about what I’d gone through with someone helped. “I learned at a very young age that I couldn’t share my thoughts or what I was feeling with my parents, because they took it as a sign of rebellion. So I always did what I was told without question, but inside my head I was screaming at them and the world.Why can’t you just listen to me and try to understand what I’m feeling?The only one I could talk to was my Nana.”
“So you’re making up for lost time?” He asked with a playful smile.
“Something like that. When I was younger and less wise, I was very opinionated. That usually got me into trouble, so I learned to keep my thoughts to myself. I couldn’t try talking to my parents about my feelings because it was akin to admitting my sins, and sinners are to be punished. Nana allowed me an outlet. Like I said, I wouldn’t be the person I am today without her.”
He didn’t respond, just stroked my hair, the touches comforting.
“Living with my parents was difficult. I’m only realizing now the marks it left on me. So I like being able to say what’s on my mind.” I gulped in some air and shuttered. “But being muzzled wasn’t the worst of it.”
