I glance down at his smooth, fully erect cock and help him roll the condom on, guiding it toward my entrance. I feel the pressure as the head pushes in, and then, a wave of pleasure pulses through me like electricity.
Nate moves slowly, in and out, and every thrust sends a jolt through my entire body. I have to stop touching myself because if I keep going, this won’t last more than a few seconds.
“Go faster,” I beg.
He obeys. The pace picks up. My moans become louder, uncontrolled. I can’t even meet his gaze; my eyes roll back from the overwhelming sensation. I feel him deep inside me, the slap of his balls against my ass driving me wild. I stroke myself again, just the tip, feeling every pleasurable nerve with extreme intensity.
After a few minutes, I pant out, “I can’t hold it. I think I’m gonna blow.”
He locks eyes with me, full of lust, and suddenly thrusts deep with a force that rocks the bed. It’s like we explode together; mymoan echoes his, and I come hard across my chest, trembling from the release. At the same time, I feel the warmth of his climax fill the condom inside me. I can’t help but feel so turned on by Nate finishing inside me.
When it’s over, he pulls out slowly and collapses beside me, both of us catching our breath.
After a few minutes of just lying there, catching our breath, I roll over to face Nate. My chest is still rising and falling as I say, “I cannot believe I’ve been missing that my whole life.”
Nate raises an eyebrow and smiles. “Wait…have you not done that before?”
I start to blush, but strangely, I also feel completely at ease. “I’ve done a lot of sexual things,” I admit. “I’ve been with girls before, but it never felt real. And I’ve given and received blowjobs with guys, but never like that. Not like this. Not with this kind of intensity.”
Nate shifts onto his side, clearly listening, not judging.
I continue, “I’ve also never felt this comfortable before withanyone. Usually, right before something sexual, my brain goes into overdrive. Intrusive thoughts, spiraling doubts, all of it. And then, my dick just softens.”
His hand brushes gently over my chest, which makes me feel heard.
“I just can’t tell you how great this was,” I whisper. “And how badly I want it again,” I smirk. “Maybe next time I can flip you over and put it in you.”
Nate lets out a short laugh, “If we’re being honest…I’ve been fucked a few times,” he says. “It’s not something Ilove, but I’m open to trying it again. That said, I usually prefer to be the one doing the fucking.”
I grin and shrug. “Well, if we’re being honest, I prefer to be the one getting fucked. So…I think we’ve got ourselves a pretty good situation here.”
Nate laughs and pulls me in close. “Yeah,” he says softly. “You’re not wrong.”
Nate
I'm not exactly sure how it happened, but Carter and I ended up talking all night, and sometime during the night, we passed out in my bed. It's around seven in the morning when I open my eyes and see Carter, completely relaxed, lying next to me, totally naked, looking as comfy as ever. I can't help but smile and kiss him on the cheek.
This must wake him up because he starts to open his eyes, smiles, and says, "Good morning."
I look at him and say, "So, it's a nice Sunday. Any chance you wanna hang out today? I could show you around Newark. Maybe we grab lunch?"
I know Carter doesn't like going out in public with me, mainly because he's scared people might find him out, but I figure it's worth asking anyway. He looks at me with some hesitation but then smiles and says, "I'd love that."
I grin and say, "I have the perfect place. It's called Sabor Unido. It's this cute little corner restaurant that serves Portuguese food. It's amazing."
Carter smiles, clearly thinking about more deviant things, and says, "Any chance for a quickie?" Then he adds, "Maybe I could top you?"
I say yes, even though I'm really not that into it. I hop into the shower to clean myself off a bit so we can get to it.
After I shower, I jump back into bed and see Carter already fully erect, condom on, looking more than ready. I look at him and ask, "Can I go on top of you?" I don't tell him that that's the only position that doesn't really hurt me. He nods as he grabs the lube from the side table and starts to lubricate his fingers.
Slowly, he slides one and then two fingers into my hole. I scrunch up my face, trying to ignore the pain. After a minute of foreplay, I whisper, "It's okay. You can put it in."
He slowly slides the tip of his dick into me and begins to move in and out gently. I try to hide how uncomfortable it is, but I think Carter can tell from the way I'm wincing.
"Am I hurting you?" he asks. "I didn't think I wasthatbig," he jokes.
I exhale and say, "I don't know what it is. It just doesn't feel right to me."
