Page 29 of The Naked Cleaner

“I’ve never dared to use it. I don’t know what I was thinking, I just put it there and then I chickened out and then you arrived before I could hide it again.”

“We are so using that. I promise you, I will give you some amazing orgasms. Oh baby.”

Here we go. Straight on the road to fuck ups because the damn dildo thingy is far too delicious looking to ignore, and it will be great for loosening him up, and will feel. Ohh. Intense.

The damn thing hums gently when you get the vibrate going, and it’s thin enough to use for a first timer.

“You’ve never used this?” I ask, as I smear it in lube. I hope he has more lube because this shit is running out fast.

“No.” He whispers from somewhere underneath a pillow.

“Come back out here.” I laugh and dig him out, lifting his head up and stuffing a pillow under his neck. “I am going to make you scream with ecstasy with this little thing up your arse. I promise. Now lift your hips up for me?”

“You sound like a nurse.” He’s smiling a little. Good. He should be smiling.

“Are you ready for your rectal exam, Mr Andreassen?” I deadpan, putting a stern look on my face.

“Oh fuck, please don’t say we’re doing Doctors and Nurses now?” He’s laughing. Thank fuck he’s laughing.

“Mr Andreassen, I understand you are worried about not having had a prostate orgasm. I think that is something we can rectify with a few simple exercises.”

“Exercises?” He’s still smiling. Good. Good. Keep going, Louis. You’ve got this.

His leg lands on my shoulder and I massage his butt cheeks, moving gently in towards his crack. He’s nervous, I can tell, but I smile at him and churn out some more pathetic doctor speak, complimenting his fine specimen of a cock, and his excellent example of balls. I also express a liking for his fine arse, as my fingers gently circle his hole.

“Relax, baby. I am not going to hurt you. I am just going to use one finger, gently, gently.”

I do. I can do this, and fuck, I want to kiss him as I do this, and then he does this embarrassed little sound as I breach him, and then he hides his face under the pillow again.

In a way it’s good that he’s hiding, because now I can concentrate and watch. I love watching my finger disappearing inside him. He’s all hot and the lube is doing it’s job and I bend down and start kissing his skin, licking at his balls, and yup. Oh, just look at him. Chest all flushed and hands fisting the sheet and his head still under the pillow and it makes me smile, because he will be screaming in a minute.

Yup. Lots of muffled sounds comes out as I start licking his cock. Just circling the head, nipping with my lips at his foreskin, sucking gently and tasting him. Gorgeous. Just as I knew it would be. He tastes amazing, and I pull out my finger so I can add a second. I don’t think he’ll mind, already more relaxed around my digit. Two fingers gently prodding the opening and I take a deep breath, and then I swallow him all the way down to the root as I press my fingers inside of him.

Yup, a little overwhelming as I thought it would be, because the pillow goes flying and he is thrashing around on the bed and calling me a some very rude words. I still suck him, bobbing my head back up in little movements before taking him all the way down to the root again. His pubes tickling my nose and my throat gagging with the intrusion. He swears. Loudly. I smile with a mouth full of cock.

“Now let’s get this show on the road.” I croak out and giggle because he looks wild. Unhinged. Like no one has ever shown him what his body can do. The human body is amazing. I say that. I think. Before pouring more lube over my fingers and jamming them back into his hole with a satisfying slick wet sound.

He howls. Not in pain, because his cock is rock hard and he’s leaking again which I swiftly lap up before sucking down his cock like an ice lolly.

To say I am turned on is an understatement. I love sex. I love bodies. I love human beings, and most of all, I think I love Pontus. I want to turn him over so I can sink into him and drill him into the mattress. But I want to kiss him too, and then doing this missionary style, on top of him, like this, is better. I can’t decide. I can’t think. And there is his prostate. Wow.

He goes all glassy eyed. I mean when someone finds mine, I tense up like a coil and go all shivery. Pontus seems to travel into space, his mouth hanging slack and my mouth diving straight back onto his cock in sheer excitement. Then I think I need to fuck him. I really need to fuck him, and my fingers are scissoring and prodding and he’s all loose and relaxed and probably weirded out, but at this point I don’t really care.

I just rearrange his limbs like he is some kind of super-sexy rag doll, and stuff a damn pillow under his arse and throw his legs over my shoulders as he squirms and moans and says something that sounds something likefuck mewhich is good enough for consent right now. Or maybe not.

“Pontus.” I say sternly.

“More.” He whines.

We’re good.

I line up my cock and take another breath. Here we go. Wish me luck. I will either break him or make him love me forever, and that is a heady task. He’s mine. He’s mine. He’s my person. I love him. I will love him. I will make him love me back... I think.

I don’t think any more after that. I just let myself feel. Feel how he clenches around me, how he relaxes when I stop and shush him, how my kisses warm his skin. How he breathes into my mouth and whispers words I can barely make out. I love how he roars when I finally bottom out, and he is all mine. I’m inside of him and he is inside of me. In my heart. In my soul.

Yeah, I’m overdramatic, but then. It is what it is.

I don’t know what it is, really, just that I’m happy and he kisses me and his hands are tugging at my hair, and his legs are everywhere and I slam into him and pull out and slam back in, as he roars and shouts and moans and whimpers, and then he kisses me again and everything goes silent.

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