Page 85 of Josh’s Play

He sucked me down again, resting a slick finger at my entrance. I bucked up to meet his pumps, barely realizing that I was also pushing on that finger, eager for it.

He pulled off. “I’ve got you, Cam.”

I grunted in frustration, thrusting up, missing his mouth on me and bearing down on his finger in desperation.

“I’ve got you,” he insisted again before he started kissing my thigh. “I love your rough hair.” He lifted my knee until one of my feet was flat on the bed. Instinctively, I adjusted, giving Josh better access to my hole. “I love how it travels back here,” he said, kissing the underside. “And right here.” He was kissing the wall of my crack, close to my hole, and I bucked up again. My whole life had been about maintaining control, on the ice and off, keeping my body fit and healthy, and in order to avoid those pesky distractions, it had also always been about controlling my desires.

I’d never been more out of control. I trusted him fully and let myself go as he continued to alternate between kissing my thighs and ass and sucking my cock, his finger slowly working its way inside while I was practically too distracted to notice. When he began to slide it in and out, I could feel a slight burn. It wasn’t unwelcome.

Josh worked his way up my body, kissing and licking my abs and pecs and sucking on one of my nipples, that finger in my hole the entire time. The sensation on my nipple had me moaning, and Josh met my lips to capture and steal it.

“You are so fucking hot. I have never been more turned on. I can’t wait for you to fuck me, Cam,” he muttered as our lips brushed. “But first.” He smiled, and he placed pressure on the finger inside me, finding that spot that I had been too afraid to ever seek out for myself until I’d met Josh.

He pulled away to look at me, and my eyes closed as I arched back. I let out a moan that was more of a shout before keening out a grunt for each stroke and push on my prostate.

“So fucking sexy, Cam.” He kissed all over my neck and collarbones as he slowed his strokes and slowly removed his finger. It wasn’t until he was no longer filling me that I realized that any discomfort had faded away, replaced with desire and an explosive intensity. I couldn’t wait to have Josh’s cock fill me like his finger had, and I told him so.

“Soon, baby. We’ll get there. But don’t forget that my hole is ready and waiting to take this monster.”

Josh squeezed and released me before finding the lube and arching up from between my legs to apply more to himself.

He leaned back, giving me a show as two fingers entered and began moving around.

“Can you put a condom on, baby?” I was surprised by the urgency in his voice.

The last time I’d opened a condom pack was in ninth-grade health class, when I’d placed one on a banana.

I feigned confidence as I nodded, taking my eyes from the show in front of me to find the packet I’d placed on the nightstand, hoping Josh hadn’t clocked the slight tremble in my hand.

I turned to find his open palm in front of my face. “Hand it over, baby.”

Words still escaped me, so I simply placed the packet in his outstretched palm. Josh leaned over and picked up the closest piece of clothing from the floor, my T-shirt, wiping his hands on it. He presented it to me.

“HU Hockey.”

I didn’t realize how tense I was until I laughed at the comment. I took a deep breath to relax as Josh tossed the shirt behind him, where it landed near the foot of the bed.

Josh opened the packet and grabbed my cock, which had deflated somewhat. He smiled at me and gave it a few pumps. “I know you want my mouth back on this, baby. But this is going to be so good. Let me get this on you, and then you’re going to shove this big cock in me until I see white and scream your name so loud they’ll hear it at Cortland Hall.” He pumped and squeezed me as he talked nonsense, and then he slid the condom on with ease before extricating himself from between my legs. He crawled up to kiss me before turning and lying down, his back to me.

He arched his head to look at me. “Like this, okay?” he asked before moving his top leg so that it lay on the bed. I inhaled deeply and ran my fingers down his back and backside before placing an arm underneath his neck. I lifted up, and Josh leaned back again to kiss me before passing me the lube, which I applied to my stiffening member.

“Fuck me, baby. I’m so ready.” I nodded into his lips before pulling back. Josh positioned his top leg out again, and I grabbed my sheathed cock, pumping it a few times, then instinctively tapping it at his hole. Josh inhaled, then stretched his top leg out even more as if offering himself up to me.

While I began gently experimenting with pushing my tip through, Josh’s hand found my hip, seeking purchase to pull me closer to him. I guided my tip deep enough that I could remove my hand from my cock. I entwined our fingers and wrapped my arm around Josh’s chest as I slowly sunk my dick inside him for the first time. We inhaled at the same moment when my body lined up flush with his. He released my hand to find his way once again to my hip, gripping me tight as he pushed back against me. I dragged my hand until it was over his heart. I could feel it beating. Josh began to gently rock his hips, and my lips found his earlobe, sucking on it before whispering, “Mine.”

“God, yes,” Josh agreed. “All yours.” He rocked and swayed in ways that had me seeing stars before I’d done anything more than settle myself inside him. “I’m yours, baby, use me. Make us both come.” I nodded into the crook of his neck before I slowly pulled almost all of the way out and back in, once, twice, thrice. On the third swipe, Josh groaned. “Right there, Cam. Right there.”

I continued to pump in and out, trying to focus on pegging Josh with each pass. I’d wanted to keep up the slow pace, to take it all in, the feel of Josh’s heartbeat, the tightness wrapped around my cock, causing it to pulse with such pleasure that I could feel it to my very core. I imagined the pleasure pulsing through my fingertips and out to Josh’s heart, encircling us in a closed loop of connection that began where he opened himself up for me in such an intimate way. I closed my eyes and focused on that heartbeat and the tightening of his inner walls. I tried to take it all in, hoping to remember my first time.

But all too quickly, my instincts took over, and my pace increased with each pump. I remember Josh’s second hand finding my fingers over his heart, his first still pressed tight against my hip. I know he matched me thrust for thrust, shoving back as I pushed forward. I know there were words spoken, a “yes” from him each time I hit his prostate. A “mine” from me with every snap of my hips. I remember my core tightening, and my balls, and I can picture when Josh adjusted his legs so that they lay parallel, causing his channel to tighten even more, but I don’t remember much beyond that, because shortly after he adjusted, his cries of “yes,” became incomprehensible, whining moans. It was by far the most animalistic sound I had ever heard from another human being, and as a hockey player, I had witnessed my fair share of grunts and groans.

I remember when he shouted, “I’m coming,” that his hands were still positioned on my hip and his heart, and that mine were wrapped around his chest. I looked over to see cum spouting from his untouched dick before Josh grabbed it and tugged to finish himself off.

And I remember how much tighter his channel became as he yelled out in ecstasy, louder than any of the other times we’d been together. And I remember, and was sure I would remember until my dying day, the way my entire body exploded as I came, grunting into Josh’s ear as my thrusts became erratic, and I chased my own pleasure, using him like he’d asked me to.

We were quiet for a long time, my cock softening inside him while we both inhaled long, hungry breaths. The hand on my hip started to move around.

“Babe?” I asked.