“I want to see you.”

He hooked one of my knees in his elbow. I felt the pressure of his cock against me, and then slowly, very slowly, he pushed in deep, watching my face the entire time. The intensity of his gaze always unnerved me. I closed my eyes and relaxed into that tight, full feeling of having him crammed into me. That gentle friction, moving in and out. He was going so slow, but I was peaking fast. Part of me wanted him to tease forever, but part of me felt like I had to come soon or I’d lose my mind. He pushed my leg up onto his shoulder and then used that hand to start stroking my cock while he thrust in and out. Jesus, when did he get so good at this?

“Jared,” he said softly, “I want to be where you are.” He was still thrusting, still stroking. “I want to know what you’re feeling right now. I want to know what it’s like to have you inside of me.” His words were definitely pushing me over the edge. I was trying to find something to hang onto, and my hands found the legs of the coffee table. His thrusting and the stroking were both speeding up. “Oh Jesus, Jared.” I opened my eyes then, looked into his, and saw surprise and confusion and a whole lot of raw desire there. “I think I really want you to fuck me.”

The thought of him on his hands and knees in front of me popped into my mind, and that was it. Everything exploded. I was coming, and so was he, and before the quaking had even stopped, his arms were around me, and he was kissing me. “Well,” he said quietly, his lips brushing mine, “maybe next time.”


“NEXT time” turned out to be the next night. I was dozing on the couch when he got home from work.

He smiled down at me. “Bed time,” he said before pulling me off of the couch and pushing me toward the bedroom. I was still half asleep. I got undressed, got into bed. But instead of getting in behind me and wrapping around me like he normally did, he got into bed on the other side and slid over so that his back was against my stomach.

I drowsily wrapped my arm around him, slid my hand down, and discovered that he was completely naked. I started to wake up a little more then.

“Hope you’re not too tired,” he said lightly, and then he took my hand and placed a little jar of scented massage oil into it.

Suddenly I was wide awake, and my cock was about to explode just at the thought of what his words meant.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to.”

“Shut up, Jared.” He rolled onto his stomach. “I’m sure. I’m still nervous as hell, but I’m sure.”

“Maybe you should be on top. Then you’ll have more control.”

He thought about it for a second but then shook his head.

“Okay.” I wiggled out of my boxers and then sat across his ass. He immediately tensed underneath me. “Just relax. I’m not going to do anything yet.”

I poured the oil into my hands and started to massage him. I started on his shoulders, which were so big and tense that I feared my hands would be tired before I got any further. But I kept rubbing. Squeezing his shoulders and then rubbing along his biceps, then up and down his back, until he finally started to unwind. Slowly, the tension began to leave him. Still I rubbed, feeling the smooth muscles loosen under my fingers. His body was so beautiful and perfect and strong, and I still couldn’t quite believe that he was really mine. I don’t know how long I massaged him. My hands were starting to burn, but he was so relaxed that I actually thought he might be sleeping.

I moved down, and knelt between his legs. He tensed a little when I touched his ass but only for a second, and then he made an obvious effort to relax again. I rubbed his legs a little, although I found the sensation of the hairs and the oil against my hands a little strange. Then I slowly moved back up. I poured more oil onto my hands, rubbed some on my cock so I wouldn’t have to stop later.

For a minute, I just looked at him, that amazing body glistening from the oil. He was just lying there, hard muscle and smooth, tan skin, legs spread wide, looking unbelievably sexy, waiting for me to fuck him. It made me a little giddy.

He turned his head a little and looked back at me, one eyebrow up.

“Jesus, Matt, I think I could come just looking at you.”

He laughed a little and turned back into the pillow, so his voice was a little muffled, but I could still hear the laughter in it when he said, “You better not.”

I leaned down over him so that most of my weight was against his back. My cock, which was definitely wide awake and wondering when the party was really going to get started, was wedged down along his crack, pointing toward his scrotum. He barely flinched at all when I put my fingers against his rim and started rubbing gently, just as I had done the night before.

He slid one hand underneath his hips to stroke himself and arched against my hand. I rubbed around his rim while he pumped and heard his breathing becoming frantic. I increased the pressure a little. He was straining hard against me. I pushed in just the tiniest bit and then pulled back out.

“Jared.” He sounded frantic. “Please don’t tease me.”

I slid two fingers into him, and I swear the timbre of his moans dropped an octave.

“Jesus, I still can’t believe how good that feels.”

I was going faster than I had the night before, moving my fingers in and out, biting a little at his shoulders. He was pushing his ass up into me, gasping and whimpering, and it was making me crazy. I was dying to finally fuck him, thinking that if I had to wait much longer, I wouldn’t even make it past penetration before I came. And like he was reading my mind, he suddenly said, “Now, Jared.”

I kept my fingers moving in and out while I moved myself into position. Then, as smoothly as I could manage in my extremely aroused state, I pulled out my fingers and slid my cock in without breaking rhythm. It worked well. I was all the way in before he realized and tensed back up. This time, I didn’t think it was an objection, just reflex. I froze, waiting for it to pass. “Are you in pain?”

A heartbeat, and then, “No. Not pain.”

“Good.” I used the hand that wasn’t propping me up to gently rub his shoulders some more. “I know it feels strange right now. I know it feels like there’s no room for me, but there is. Just try to relax like you were a minute ago.” He took a couple of deep breaths, and then I felt him relax around me. “Good.” Still, I didn’t move, although it was one of the hardest things I had ever done. “Tell me when you’re ready.” I knew exactly how, after a few seconds, that first feeling of fullness and discomfort and slight pain would start to feel like something much better.

I kissed the back of his neck and felt him squirming a little under me, trying to accommodate me. Then his breath caught. He let out a soft moan. Then his whole body seemed to relax a little more, and he pushed his ass up against me.

That was good enough for me. Very slowly, I started to move. Only two or three strokes and he was with me, panting underneath me, arching his back against me. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. I slid my hand underneath him. His hand was still there, although it wasn’t moving. I pushed it away and grabbed his cock, started to pump it in time with my thrusts. He lifted his hips up off the bed, which gave my hand more room to work and allowed me to penetrate a little deeper at the same time.

“Oh Jesus, Jared.” It was almost a sob. “Oh Jesus, I can’t….”

“Can’t what?”

He didn’t answer, just shook his head.

“What’s wrong?”

Nothing seemed to be wrong. He was definitely pushing against me, breathing hard, his erection thrusting in and out of my hand as I pushed in and out of him, and I knew he had to be close.

“It’s too much,” he managed to gasp out.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Fuck, no!”

Thank goodness for that. I wasn’t really sure I could have stopped if he had said yes. I was speeding up now, both my thrusts and my hand pumping on him. “Stop fighting it, Matt,” I said softly. “Just let go.” And amazingly, he did. He went rigid and made a low, guttural cry into the pillows. He tightened around me, his whole body clenched and shaking underneath me, and I came, too, hanging onto him as tight as I could and hoping I didn’t actually leave teeth marks in his shoulder.

For a minute, we stayed that way, me on top of him but no longer inside of him, both of us breathing hard and trembling from the strength of our orgasms. And then he suddenly pulled away from me, turned around, and grabbed me. He rolled me so that he was on top of me and crushed me hard against him. He was still shaking.

I ran my hands up and down his back, feeling the tremors finally die away. We stayed like that for a while, just holding each other and running our hands over each other and letting our breathing get back to normal. He kissed my neck a little, but he didn’t say anything, and the longer we went without talking, the more I worried about it.

“Matt, are you okay?” I finally asked.

He laughed shakily. “Are you serious?”

“Yes.” I pulled back, grabbed his head and pulled him away from my neck so I could look into his eyes. “I’m serious. I want to know if you’re okay with what just happened.”

He smiled down at me, and I didn’t see any shame or regret in his eyes. He looked tired and sated and completely at ease. “Jared, I am somewhere way beyond ‘okay’.” He kissed me and pulled my hair so he could kiss my neck. “That was amazing. Although….”

That made me worry all over again. “What?”

“The aftershock is kind of strange.”

I relaxed again in his arms and laughed a little. “I know.”