Page 5 of His First Time
He smiled, something softer than what he’d done before. Michael had been a whirlwind, a force of nature, a sun-burnished god of masculinity on the beach. Now he seemed gentler, and he hesitated as he held the base of his cock over my open mouth. “Take your time,” he said softly. “Do what you want.”
I wanted it all. I fucking wanted everything. I pulled his hips toward me as I wrapped my lips around his cock andsucked, pulling him in as deep as I could.
I coughed when he hit the back of my throat. Fuck, only half his cock was in my mouth. But what a fucking cock. I felt it stretch my lips, stretch my jaw. My tongue was heavy with his thickness, his weight. It was everything I’d ever wanted, everything I’d fantasized about. Groaning, I pulled him in deeper, sucking hard. Fuck,thiswas what I craved.
He moaned above me, and his hips started gently thrusting in time with my sucks. I was greedy, sucking more, clawing at his ass, pulling him deeper into me. His cockhead slid down, pushed its way down my throat. I gagged, but kept going, kept sucking. Saliva dribbled from my lips, down my chin. My eyes watered. I squeezed his ass, his fucking glorious, muscular ass. Pulled his board shorts down until I had both ass cheeks in my palms. I moaned around his cock.
He pushed as I moaned, and his fat cockhead slid all the way down my throat.
My moan cut off. I couldn’t breathe. His cock was so deep inside me, fuckingallthe way down my throat.
My eyes went wide as I stared up at him. He kept pushing, going deeper, until my nose was buried in his trim pubes.
I grabbed his ass. Squeezed. My mouth, my throat, was full of cock, his eight-inch monster. I felt my own cock twitch, felt my balls tighten.
I was lightheaded: from not breathing, from my biggest, darkest fantasy coming true, from this perfect cock stuffing my throat. My eyes rolled back.
He pulled out carefully, and I sucked in a breath around his thick cock as it rested on my lips. I suckled the head, holding him close, not letting him get away. “Again,” I croaked. “Fuck my throat again.”
“You sure?”
“Do it.”
His hands cradled my head, fingers sliding through my hair. He gripped my skull, holding me just so.
I opened my mouth. Dug my fingers into his ass cheeks. Stuck out my tongue.
He throat-fucked me, alternating between hard and soft, between long, slow slides down my throat and fast humps of my face. He’d pull back and let me catch my breath as I slurped at his cock. My spit was everywhere, drenching my face. Tears poured from my eyes. My cock was so fucking hard. If I had touched it, I’d have exploded. I could cum just from sucking Michael, from getting throat-fucked. I know I could.
When he pulled back, I tried to chase him, tried to keep sucking his cock. He pushed me down. Put his palm on my chest and pinned me to the couch. “I don’t wanna cum in your mouth. Not right now.”
“Later?” God, I was hungry for it. I wanted to taste his cum so fucking badly.
“Oh baby.” Michael smiled wide. “We’re going to have so much fun together.”
He stepped back and dropped his board shorts. I’d pushed them down, but they still clung to his thighs, his muscles. He kicked them away.
His naked body seemed to gleam, the new tan from the beach smoothing the lines of his New England winter skin. Muscular thighs led to a trim, tight waist, a flat stomach, and defined pecs. His pubes were trimmed around his cock.
I wanted it back in my mouth.
“Now you.” He reached for my trunks. And yanked.
I was naked, suddenly, as he pulled my trunks down my legs like I was a little kid lying on my back getting undressed. He pulled them off my feet and tossed them behind him, somewhere into the suite.
I’ve been naked in front of other guys before. Being an athlete, it’s pretty normal.
But I’ve never been naked with a guy who I’d just sucked. Who I wanted, and who wanted me. I’d never had the hardest boner of my life in front of a guy before. I shivered, and my hands covered my cock.
“Don’t do that,” Michael said, chuckling. “No need. Besides.” He kneeled on the sofa, pulling my hands away. “How can I do this?”
Again, he licked my cock from root to tip. At the top, he swirled his mouth over my cockhead, sucking and twisting, his tongue and his lips making a vortex of wet heat. I arched my back, grabbed his hair. “Fuck” I hissed. “If you keep doing that—”
He popped off, licking up my cock once more, slowly. “I don’t want you to cum yet,” he breathed. “Not yet, okay?”
“No promises,” I panted. “Not if you keep doing that.”
“I’m not,” Michael winked. “I’m going to do this.”
