Page 41 of My First Time Fling

He started to sink to his knees, but I shook my head. He tilted his to the side in question.

“Not in the mood? Or do you really think Iwillkill myself?”

“Neither,” I said, my heartbeat speeding up. “I just…well, I wouldn’t call myself an expert in this particular arena, but there’s something I’ve always wanted to try. And you’d be able to stay on your feet for it.”

“You want to suckmeoff?” Mark said, his brow furrowed. “Not that I don’t appreciate the offer but—”

“No.” I shook my head. “No, that’s not what I meant. What I meant was—” I paused, taking a deep breath, then said in a rush, “Would you fuck me?”

Mark’s eyes went wide. “Really?”

“Obviously only if you want to. I don’t want to push you or anything. But if we’re talking fantasies, well, that’s kind of always been one of mine.”

“Do you have condoms?” he asked. “And lube?”

“Medicine cabinet. Bottom shelf.” I bit my lip. “You’re really sure?”

He grinned. “Slightly terrified that I’m still going to lose my balance and kill myself, or you, but also, fuck yes, I’m sure. Why wouldn’t I be?”

Should I say it? I didn’t want to ruin the mood or make things awkward, but I didn’t feel right not bringing it up. Besides, Mark had called me his boyfriend. You were supposed to be able to talk about things with your boyfriend.

“I know you keep saying that you want this, but I just…” I swallowed before continuing. “When I asked if you wanted to spend the night last night, you said no. It felt awkward and I just, I figured it was because you wanted some more time, or you weren’t sure about this. About us.”

Mark shook his head. “Fuck. I knew I handled that badly. I couldn’t stop thinking about it last night.”

“Me neither, but—”

“I was just in a bad mood, Jesse. And I reallywastired. I didn’t want to be a burden on you. I wasn’t going to be any fun and I thought it was just better if I went home. But trust me. I want you. All of you.”

“Oh. Well I feel kind of stupid now, but I guess that’s good to know.” I inhaled sharply as Mark stroked my cock again.

“Don’t feel stupid.” He kissed me deeply. “Feel amazing. Because that’s what you are. And that’s how you make me feel.”

I shivered as he opened the shower door, and a blast of cool air entered. I could hear him rummaging around in the cabinet. Was this really happening? I wasn’t kidding when I’d said this was a fantasy of mine, ever since I sawTop Gunas a teenager and couldn’t stop thinking about getting pushed up against a wall and absolutely railed in a locker room by Val Kilmer.

I pushed the showerhead to the side—that was not the kind of pounding I wanted—and smiled as Mark slipped back into the shower, condom packet and bottle of lube in hand. I took them from him, setting the condom to the side and flicking the cap open on the lube.

“So how do we, um, do it?” he asked, smiling nervously.

“Well, Mark, when a man and another man like each other very much, they give each other a special kind of hug, where all parts of their bodies touch, even their bathing suit areas.”

“I know that,” he said, flicking my ear. “I meant like—I mean, don’t you kind of have to prep for it? I don’t think me just shoving it in there is part of the fantasy.”

“You’d be surprised. But yeah, let’s keep things vanilla for now.” I laughed. “Here, give me your hand.”

“Vanilla, huh?” Mark said, extending his hand to me, palm up. “We might need to revisit that topic later. I’m intrigued.”

“Oh believe me, we can revisit all sorts of things,” I said, squeezing lube onto his fingers. “Any time you want. But for now…” I turned around and looked over my shoulder. “For now, I just want you inside me.”

“Fuck,” Mark whispered as he stepped up behind me. His cock rested on my asscheeks as his fingers slid down to my hole. His hand was warm and wet, and he slid one finger inside me easily.

I moaned as he slid it out and back in again. “God yes, just like that. Keep going.”

I meant that he should add another finger, but instead, he kept fucking the first one in and out of me—which wasn’t bad at all. Fuck, it was great. But I needed more of him. I neededallof him.

“Another,” I said, looking back over my shoulder.

“Already?” he asked.

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