“Look at me,” Ryder said.
I opened my eyes, and he was there. Ryder. The man about to take my virginity. He wasn’t smiling, not exactly. His face was soft, kind, and patient.
“We don’t have to do this. I won’t be mad or upset, won’t look down on you, or be disappointed. We can get dressed and still be friends, still hang out. Or we can get each other off another way, or try again later if you want. But if we keep going, you have to want it.”
“I do want it.”
“Then look at me, take a deep breath, and relax.”
I stared into his eyes. I’d never looked at them so intently before. Dark blue that lightened into the pupil. Beautiful. But more than that. Safe.
It happened all at once. Being filled some place I didn’t know I could be. It didn’t hurt or burn, but it was a lot. My eyes went wide, and my mouth stretched open.
Ryder had entered me with what I had to assume was half of his cock. I was surprised. Ryder was shocked.
“Fuck, Finn,” he peeled his eyes away from mine to look at where we connected. “You just took most of me in one go.” He chuckled in pleased disbelief and met my eye again. “You have a really receptive ass.”
“What does that even mean?” I asked, short of breath.
He smiled. “Just that you’re going to enjoy bottoming. I kinda knew it. That’s why I asked.”
He moved deeper inside me as we spoke, and by the time we were done, Ryder had fully seated himself balls deep.
We didn’t break eye contact when he withdrew and reentered. Then again and again, going a little further each time until I moaned. Not some high-pitched thing, deep from my belly. It felt good, and I mean fuckinggood.
Ryder chuckled. My eyes had fluttered closed, but I opened them when he did. He said, “See? Told you.”
“Never doubted you.” I let my eyes drift closed again as his pace slowly but steadily picked up.
It was happening. I was getting fucked in the ass by another man. And Ilovedit. So many sensations. So many ideas. The sounds? Ryder’s heavy breathing, somasculine. And the smells? His cologne, deodorant, and like…him.Ryder. He smelled amazing all on his own. Fuck, man. Fuckme, man.
Letting Ryder fuck me was by far the hottest thing I’d ever done. Not to mention how amazing it felt. My cock floweda steady stream of precum all over my stomach, only ever increasing along with his pace. All because of what he was doing to me. The in and out of his cock was perfect. Amazing. Better than anything.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Finn.” Ryder was out of breath, and his face showed the signs of a battle I didn’t know he was waging. “I fit inside you like a fucking glove. It’s so hot and tight, but not too tight. It’s perfect, man. Holy shit.”
“Oh my god, Ry. Fuck me, man. Fucking….Fuckme.”
Ryder grunted and gave me what I asked for. Not a pounding, but a steady, thorough fucking.
My eyes closed, and my head dug into his couch cushions. I became a moaning, blithering mess. Were there words mixed in? Maybe? It didn’t matter. I could’ve confessed to anything, but neither of us would’ve cared. Nothing mattered. Only him and me, his cock, my ass. Him moving in and me giving out.
It wasn't just me either. What little space I had in my head for what Ryder was saying and doing was consumed by how into it he was.
There were affirmations like telling me I was perfect. But it was more than that. It was his eyes when mine were open to meet them. And the sound of his voice, always about to lose it, not just his cum but his entire self. The way he trembled, or how he kept running his palms up and down my body in a sweaty, frenzied awe.
Having sex with Ryder was impeccable, and beautiful in a way I’d never experienced before.
That was it. That was something I’d been missing for my entire life.Thiswas why people had sex. Why they liked it so much. It wasn’t about the internal prostate massage, or how fucking dirty and sexy it was to have a man fuck my ass. No, it was more than that.
I’d never fucked a girl without thinking I could’ve had a better time with my hand. What Ryder was doing to me, no, what we were doing to each other, was as close to jerking off as a gecko to Godzilla.
He fell on me, changing the angle of his cock, and capturing my mouth with his. Being surrounded by him, tasting him, and feeling him inside me was even better than before. I wished it could’ve lasted longer.
“I’m close,” he said after releasing my tongue from the hottest kiss of my life. “Can I come in you?”
“Yes. Please. Fucking come in me, man. I want it. Fucking bad.”
Ryder grinned, growled, and sat up. Once he did, he put my legs on his shoulders and gripped my thighs tight. Then came the pounding. Hard, deep, and meant to bring him over the edge. I couldn’t stop watching. It was obscene in the best way. His face, his body, his chest hair wet with sweat, and his mouth curled in a snarl.
