If I blow my load within the first two minutes, I’ll never hear the end of it.
As my fist pumps his cock, his breathing quickens. With a loud cry, he comes on the comforter, his cock bucking and pulsing in my hand. His entire body shudders as I milk him, gently coaxing each spasm.
His legs are shaking, and he collapses on the mattress, face down. I follow him down, my cock still deeply embedded, my body covering his. I wrap one arm around his shoulders, holding him close. “Is this okay? I’m not crushing you?”
“I’m fine,” he says. He clutches my wrist tightly and leans over to kiss the back of my hand. Then he bucks his ass against me. “Fuck me, Tyler.”
That’s all the green light I need to resume thrusting. I pull back to the tip and then sink inside him. His body is relaxed and open, accepting my thrusts.
“Harder,” he murmurs.
I start moving, harder, faster.
“God, yes, like that,” he cries. “More!”
My hips slam against his backside as I power into him, my cock sliding easily. His muffled moans and hoarse cries only encourage me. I let loose and tunnel into his ass, my loins slapping against his ass cheeks.
I can barely catch my breath as my lungs and heart work overtime. Ian bucks up into me, meeting me thrust for thrust. His hand has a death grip on my wrist, holding me to him. I lean down, angling my head to reach his mouth, and we kiss hotly, our mouths devouring each other’s.
“Oh, fuck yes!” he cries against my lips. “Shit! Yes!”
When I come, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. My cock explodes, jettisoning liquid heat into the condom. I’m on a whole new plane. I see stars, literally, and for a minute I’m afraid I might actually pass out on him. I slow my strokes, my body shuddering from an overload of sensation. I savor every second, every pulsing beat, as I milk my climax.
When I finally slide out of him, I collapse beside him on the mattress. I can barely catch my breath. “Ian, are you okay?”
He rolls to face me, his arms going around my waist. “I’m dead.” And then he tucks his head into the crook of my shoulder, nestling against me. I can feel his lips on my hot skin as he trails tiny kisses across my shoulder to my throat.
I lie quietly for a moment, giving my heart rate a chance to come down to more normal level. My lungs billow as I try to catch my breath. I wrap my free arm across his shoulders and hold him to me. “That was amazing.” I know it sounds trite, but it’s the truth. I had no idea it would be like that. Nothing I’ve ever felt in my life has come anywhere near it.
“No, shit,” Ian says, laughing softly against my skin. He’s just as winded as I am. “Jesus, where’ve you been all my life?”
At his quiet words, my heart twists painfully. My throat tightens and I feel tears pricking the backs of my eyes. I think of all the years I suffered through loneliness, sadness, and confusion. I think about all the guilt and the self-loathing.
I pull him closer and press my lips to his forehead. “I’m here now.”
With a groan, Ian rolls to his back and turns to look at me. “I’ve honestly never been fucked so well in my life.”
I laugh. “You’re just saying that.”
“No, I’m not. I mean it.” He sits up, making a face. “I jizzed all over the comforter. I’ll grab a clean one, and then we can cuddle. I need you to hold me after that.”
I shove him playfully, and he gets up to grab another blanket while I dispose of the condom. We quickly change the bedding. I know he was just kidding about needing me to hold him, but I suspect both of us are a bit shaken. Or, maybe it’s just me being overly emotional after popping my man-cherry. God, is that even a word?
Since we’re already up, we head to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Then we both climb under the covers.
“I hope that was okay,” I say.
He nudges me with his elbow, and then he slides his arm across my waist and presses close to me. “Did you not hear me say I’ve never been fucked so well?”
“I figured you were just being nice.”
“I was being totally serious.” He brushes his thumb across my nipple.