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“You really are beautiful, Beau. Play with yourself for me. Show me how you like it.”
I’d never been asked this before and felt self-conscious about doing it. My previous sexual encounters had been Bernie and a quick hand or blow job, not this closeness I felt with him. I wasn’t shy, but neither was I an exhibitionist. For him, though, I’d do it. I’d show him how I liked it. His eyes widened, pupils blown as I wanked for him, caressing my own dick.
Slowly but surely, my orgasm began to build, and I had to stop. I couldn’t cum before the main event had even started. Kwan reached for the condom, rolling it down somewhat clumsily, making me think that maybe he wasn’t as experienced as I was, but he managed, finally lubing himself.
“Lift your legs, Beau.” I brought my knees up, hooking my arms beneath them, exposing myself to him. He squeezed the bottle, massaging the few drops around my hole, slowly pushing his finger inside.
“I’m ready, Kwan. You won’t hurt me.” I thought back to the last time we’d been here, and how I’d begged him to hurt me, finally realising why he was taking his time. He’d told me he could never do that, and now I understood.
“Stay right where you are.” He removed his finger and leaned forward, holding his dick in his hand, slowly sliding it home.
“Oh, God. That’s so fucking good.” And it was. I clenched as he pushed further in.
“Fuck, Beau, don’t, please. I’ll cum now if you do that.”
I relaxed, allowing him deeper until his balls rested against my arse. He was fully seated, and it was amazing, the care and attention he’d lavished on me making this probably the best experience I’d ever had.
He gently moved back and forth, finding his rhythm and pace, bending down to kiss me, slowly and sensually, rubbing my dick between us.
“Faster, babe. I can take it,” I said through gritted teeth. He sat back, doing as I asked, taking hold of my hips and shunting into me with force. His grunts became louder as he sped up, and I took my own dick in my hand, knowing it wouldn’t be much longer before I blew my load.
I moaned louder and louder as his speed increased, setting a punishing pace I knew he wouldn’t be able to keep up much longer.
Seconds later, he put his head back, a strangled moan leaving his lips as his cock pulsed, filling the condom with his warm spunk. I quickened my own movements, shouting out as my cum shot over my hand, onto my stomach and chest, my eyes closed, savouring the moment.
I finally opened them to see his brown eyes peering down at me, a satisfied smile on his face.
“I’d ask how it was, but I think I can tell,” he quipped, slowly slipping out of me and removing the condom, tying it off.
“Smart-arse,” I said, hardly able to form the words, stretching my muscles out, feeling a little sore.
“Nice arse. Stay here,” he said, giving me a quick swat on the backside.
I did as he asked as he left the room, returning with a warm cloth to wipe me down.
“We can shower in the morning, but for now, I just want to fall asleep with you in my arms. I’ve put the locks on the door, so we’re all good. Now come on, lie with me, Beau.”
I did as he asked, cuddling into his side before finally falling into a deep sleep.
A knock on the door woke me the following morning, and I rolled out of bed, trying to find my underwear before opening up.
I yawned as I unlocked the door, scratching the scruff on my chin. I opened it up to see two policemen standing in the doorway.
They removed their hats, tucking them under their arms. “Mr Pierce? Mr Beau Pierce?”
“Yeah, that’s me.” I was confused. Why were there two policemen at my door this early, and what did they want? I felt a presence behind me as Kwan slipped his arm around my shoulder.
“Can we come in? You might like to sit down for this.” The taller of the two gestured inside, and I held the door open, letting them in.
This couldn’t be good, and the only reason I knew for them to be here was if something had happened to Megan. We sat on the sofa, the uniformed man standing in front of us, his hat in hand.
“Are you Megan Pierce’s brother?”
“Yes, I am. What’s wrong? Where is she?” I was panicking now. As much as we’d argued, she was still my sister, and I cared for her, regardless of what had happened these past few weeks.
“There was an accident.”
“Oh, God. Is she alright? She’s not…” I couldn’t put my thoughts into words, unable to even contemplate Megan might be dead. I put my head in my hands, feeling an attack approaching.
