“Keep those eyes on me,” Santino told him, keeping his fingertip just inside Orsen’s hole while using his other hand to stroke Orsen’s cock.
Slowly, Orsen’s grip on his thighs relaxed, and he leaned back on the bed, closing his eyes as he exhaled.
As Santino pulled his finger out and then pushed back in, Orsen opened his eyes to find Santino watching him. He slowly moved his finger in and out of Orsen’s ass, pushing his finger farther and farther inside until suddenly Orsen realized Santino’s entire finger was in his hole and he was slowly fucking him with it. Fuck, it felt good. Orsen jerked and moaned loudly when the tip of Santino’s finger stroked across something inside him.
“That’s your prostate. Feels amazing, doesn’t it? I love having my prostate touched and stroked. Remember, I’ve touched you here before.”
All Orsen could do was nod as Santino continued to stroke it with the tip of his finger. His body shuddered, and he moaned again as Santino began to rub it harder. He gripped the sheets in his hands as his body twitched constantly. Santino’s other handcontinued to stroke his cock, and his balls tightened even further in response. Orsen groaned in pleasure from the dual sensations and whimpered when his balls began to tingle. His back arched off the bed as the feelings intensified, and his head pressed back into the pillow. Pleasure rolled through him, and he shouted out as he started to come, jerking with every pulse that shot from his cock. Ribbons of come shot across his abdomen and chest, some hitting his cheek.
When Orsen had finished coming, he lay back on the bed, gasping for breath. As Santino removed his finger, Orsen winced at the flare of pain in his ass. He kept his eyes closed as Santino licked across his abdomen and up his chest. He eventually opened them and watched Santino’s tongue lick him clean and moaned at the sight. It seemed so dirty watching him, but he fucking loved the sight of Santino doing it. Orsen shivered as the sweat cooled on his hot skin, and Santino smiled up at him from where he was still licking his chest.
When Orsen’s heart rate returned to normal, he raised his hands and grabbed Santino’s face, pulling him up to kiss him. He thrust his tongue into Santino’s mouth, moaning when he tasted his come on Santino’s tongue. So dirty, but he liked it. He moaned again, pushing his tongue further into Santino’s mouth, tangling with Santino’s. Tasting himself on Santino’s tongue had his limp dick twitching.
“I take it you like that?” Santino muttered as he pulled back from the kiss.
Orsen nodded and watched Santino reach across the bed and open the drawer, taking out a condom and a bottle of lube. He laid them on the pillow next to Orsen’s head and leaned back down to kiss him. Orsen’s hands went back into Santino’s hair, and he gripped the strands tight as their tongues touched and caressed each other. As they lay kissing, Orsen ran his handsover Santino’s skin, marveling at the smoothness of it, the feeling of Santino’s muscles as he moved above him.
Santino eventually pulled back and asked, “What position do you want me in?”
Orsen bit his lip as he stared up at him, and Santino nodded. “Are you sure? I figured you would, you know.” He stroked his hands across Santino’s shoulders as he thought of the position he wanted.
“As this is your first time, I think you should be in charge.”
“Really?” Orsen wasn’t so sure, but he did want it.
“Yes. How do you want me?”
“Hands and knees?” he asked, biting his bottom lip.
Santino nodded and leaned back down to kiss him again. Orsen closed his eyes as he returned the kiss, thrusting his tongue back into Santino’s mouth. He could feel Santino’s still hard cock rub over his hip, and he felt himself harden in response. He loved kissing Santino and feeling his body on top of him.
When Santino pulled at him, Orsen rolled them over. He stared down at Santino, then shifted back until his weight rested on his hands, and he slowly rubbed his hips and groin over Santino’s, watching their cocks move against each other, listening to Santino’s moans.
Grabbing the lube off the pillow, Orsen poured some onto his fingers before dropping it back on the bed. He rubbed the lube between his fingers, making sure they were covered, and then looked up at Santino, biting the corner of his lip. Santino gripped his thighs, holding them up and exposing himself to Orsen’s gaze. “Touch me, Orsen.” Orsen swallowed hard before he leaned forward and slowly circled his finger around Santino’s hole. He watched the muscle clench, then relax as he touched it, feeling the soft, wrinkled flesh.
When he was certain Santino had relaxed enough, he eased the tip of his finger in, then slowly pushed deeper before pulling it out. Orsen glanced up at Santino’s face and paused. Santino was biting his lip, a faint flush on his cheeks. Santino’s eyes were partially closed, and he was stroking his cock, and as Orsen watched, a drop of pre-come rolled down the side.
Orsen reached out with his other hand, slowly stroking a finger up Santino’s dick, covering the tip of it in pre-come. He raised his finger to his mouth and paused before sucking his finger into his mouth, making sure Santino watched him. It made him feel like he was on display, even though he was the one doing it. Santino’s eyes hooded, and when Orsen sucked on his finger, Santino moaned.
“I can’t wait to feel your mouth on me again,” Santino whispered, lifting his hips and taking Orsen’s finger deeper inside.
Orsen continued to push his finger in and out of Santino’s hole, and when he felt the muscle slowly relax, he glanced up at Santino, who nodded, then slowly pushed in a second. Santino’s neck arched and his head pushed back into the pillow as he cried out. Searching for his prostate, Orsen bent his fingers and twisted his hand until he felt a raised bump. He rubbed across it and watched as more precome oozed from Santino’s cock, his hips jerking every time he touched it.
With Santino panting and moaning, Orsen kept grazing his fingers over Santino’s prostate every time he pushed them in and out. When he pushed a third finger in, Santino cried out, his body trembling. “I’m good. Now, Orsen. I want you now.”
Orsen removed his fingers and opened the condom wrapper. He pulled it out, staring at it. “Pinch the tip, then roll it over your dick. Once you’ve done that, cover it with lube.” Nodding, Orsen did what Santino said and rolled it on his cock before rubbing the lube over it and stroking it a few times. He looked up whenhe heard Santino moan. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me,” Santino said.
When Orsen touched Santino’s hip, Santino nodded. Orsen helped him move to his hands and knees and ran his hands all over Santino’s body, trailing his fingers between Santino’s ass cheeks and over his hole, pushing against it. He held Santino’s ass cheeks open and rubbed the head of his cock over Santino’s asshole, pushing against it gently, then pulling away. Orsen did this several times, watching how Santino’s body reacted, the way the muscle loosened around the head of his dick.
“Stop teasing and fuck me, Orsen,” Santino moaned.
Orsen moved the head of his dick over Santino’s hole again before slowly pushing in. There was resistance at first, but once the head of his cock passed the muscle, he gripped Santino’s hips, staying still as he squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath. The tightness of Santino’s ass on him made his balls pull up, and he fought against coming too soon.
“Santino… so tight... so hot...” Orsen murmured as he gripped Santino’s hips, his fingers digging in.
“It’s okay. You can move now,” Santino told him.
Orsen opened his eyes as he pushed in and stopped when he bottomed out. Santino’s ass cheeks were hard and hot against his hips, and he bent over him, dropping his head on Santino’s back as he closed his eyes. This was the first time he’d had sex, and he was ready to explode. The tightness of Santino’s hole on his dick, the heat and the smoothness had him struggling to breathe.
