body so I could still stroke my own dick. My fingers withdrew from him -- something he responded to with a whimper -- but I was quick to make my intentions clear as my tongue replaced them.
That earned the loudest moan yet, and I wondered if he'd ever been rimmed before, or if he just really liked it. Either way, I used my hand to hold back one of his cheeks and shoved my face in there, my tongue tracing around his hole, dipping inside and back out before I tongue-fucked him with enthusiasm, matching the thrusts to my strokes.
I felt him shake all over, but his orgasm still caught me by surprise. His ass clenched around my tongue and the moan he let out was almost animalistic, his fingers clawing at the bedspread, his ass pushed back against me, drawing me in deeper.
There was a sheen of sweat on his back where his shirt was still rucked up, and I had to resist the urge to lick it off in a long stripe. Being out of my mind with lust made me a little crazy, and holy fuck was this guy hot.
I needed to be inside of him. I needed to feel him squeeze like that around my dick; needed him to come with me inside of him.
"I need to fuck you," I said in a growl, pushing myself up to reach for a condom and the bottle of lube. "Right now."
7
Elliot
I'd always assumed my first time with a guy would be a slow, fumbling mess as I tried to figure out what to do with my body. It'd been that way with Barb, when we'd both been horny teenagers who knew what we wanted -- sort of -- but not how to get it.
It wasn't like that at all with HelpingHands, though.
Once I got over my initial nerves, I'd fallen right into it. I acted off of instinct, off of feeling, off of some raw, primal need I couldn't explain. I'd never felt this in tune with someone before, like I wanted to do everything in my power just to be as close to them as physically possible.
And there was no way to be closer than to have him inside of me.
Sure, I was still a little nervous. A dildo didn't compare to a real dick, and HelpingHands had one that wasn't excessively long, but was girthy. Cut and with a head that was going to feel so good pushing into my hole. Better than his fingers and tongue combined, I knew.
Positioning myself crossways on the bed, I gripped the edge of it, the cool white sheets bunching in my hands. My thighs wanted to tremble from the anticipation of it all as I heard him tear the condom open, followed by the sound of lube squirting into his palm. I gasped at the sudden chill as he rubbed more of it over and into my hole, inserting a digit to get it in as far as he could. I focused on my breathing, knowing I needed to be relaxed for this or it wasn't going to be a good time.
He could have just gotten himself lubed up, positioned his dick, then shoved it in unceremoniously. That was what they did in porn, especially in random hookup videos. The top just thrust forward and didn't stop until he came. I hoped he wasn't like that, and from how vigorously he sucked my dick and tongued my ass, I guessed he wasn't completely selfish.
Thankfully, when I felt him position, the head of his cock nestling between my cheeks, it wasn't followed up by a slam forward.
"You were really fucking tight when I was working you earlier, so I'll go slow," he assured me, his voice like velvet caressing my senses. "Let me know if you're uncomfortable."
I nodded, unable to manage words. Idly, I wondered if I'd just gotten lucky in the Grindr lottery to find a guy who seemed to know what he was doing and wasn't just interested in using me as a cum dumpster.
He pressed forward slowly, making it past my hole and toward that first tight ring. It was ridiculous to think it, but it almost felt like his dick got bigger once it was in my ass, expanding to fill me. Like one of those little dinosaur-shaped sponges that enlarges from a capsule when you add water.
...Which was the weirdest thought I'd ever had during sex. I chalked it up to a resurgence of nerves,