I was nervous. My stomach was churning like a washing machine on spin cycle. There was a knock at the door and I rushed downstairs to answer.
It was our taxi, our ride to the city. The driver had collected Mick already and he was standing in my front porch looking hotter than I’d ever seen him in loose slacks, shiny shoes, and a button up shirt.
“You scrub up pretty decent” I said through a smile.
I had worn exactly what Mick suggested, what he’d picked out for me. Some of it was kinda new and I wasn’t sure about it, but he’d said I would look hot. So, I had pulled on a new bright pink thong - something I’d never worn before - tight low-waisted black jeans, a tight black t-shirt that was almost (but not quite) a goddam crop-top, a silver chain around my waist like an oversized bracelet, and pink converse with no socks.
Mick had bought me the thong and the converse. Gifts for what he called my “coming of age”. Cue the jokes about cumming of age, right?
I had looked at myself in the mirror before Mick had arrived. No matter what I did the top of my underwear was always on display around the back. The chain around my waist was visible whenever I moved, because the t-shirt kept riding up and showing off my pale skin mid section. I admit I felt cooler than I had ever felt, but I wasn’t sure I was pulling off the look.
“Amazing!” Mick beamed at me. “My god, you look a million dollars! I’m gonna have to beat them off you with a stick!”
I grinned like a schoolboy who just got an award from the teacher. Mick always knew what to say to put me at ease. We both climbed into the back of the car and chatted about nothing while we drove into the city. It was a journey of 30 or 40 minutes, and I got more and more nervous with every passing second.
As we pulled up and Mick paid the man, I felt physically sick. I got out of the car and took several deep breaths, my hands on my hips. Mick was soon there, his warm hand on my back. “Hey” he said in a soft voice. “If you’re not ready, we can just go grab food or something.” He paused. “But you look terrific, and it would be a shame to come all this way and not have a little fun, right?”
I looked up at him. He was such a sweetie, always with my best interests at heart. “I’ve come this far, right?” I said, my voice sounding less than convinced.
“You have” he said. “And remember what I said: you don’t have to do anything you don’t want. And I’ll be there. I’ll be there when you’ve had enough, or when you want to be rescued from some boring sonofabitch, or when you want advice or support just like always.”
I gave him a sloppy half-smile. I knew that. I was just all in my head about stepping into a gay club and putting myself out there for the first time. But I wanted to do it, and as I kept telling myself: I had come this far.
We wondered slowly up the street, the sky dark and evening warm. There was a long queue up ahead, a queue leading to a club with very loud music booming from the front entrance.
“Looks like we maybe should have got here earlier” I said, a little worried that we might not get in.
Mick just smiled at me. He ushered me to one side of the pavement, side-stepping the queue and walking down the line, his hand lightly placed on the small of my back as he guided me.
The queue was full of people of all ages, all styles, all hair colours, just everything! There were guys kissing, girls kissing, a lot of skin on display, a lot of underwear too. I felt positively conservative in what I was wearing, but I couldn’t help but notice that we got our fair share of looks and comments as we sauntered by.
“Hey, the back of the queue is in that direction” the biggest of the doormen called to us before we even got to the entrance to the club.
Mick grinned. “Good evening. Is Danny around? It’s Mi…..”
Before he could finish an older guy ran out of the club and embraced Mick in a massive bear hug. “Mick! Fuck, it’s been years! What the hell……? I thought you were done with all this shit?”
Mick clapped the stranger on the back and grinned from ear to ear. He pulled me in close and said “Danny, this is Tommy. I’m, er….. showing him the ropes. Shit, it’s good to see you, man!”
The two men chatted for a few minutes about stuff I didn’t really follow. I must admit I was eying up Danny instead of listening much. He was probably the same age as Mick, but under his tight black shirt he was obviously gym fit, and he was kinda hot. Eventually they turned their attention back to me.
“So, Tommy” Danny said to me. “You hanging around with this old man? He showing you…..er…..a thing or two?”
I had the good grace to flush bright red and both men laughed. “Shit, Mick, you could always pick ‘em. He’s a fucking cutie and no mistake. Such a goddam cutie!” He looked me over with a hungry eye before turning back to Mick. “So what’s your plan, Mick? You want in, yeah?”
“Danny, this is Tommy’s first night out in the city. His first night out, if you know what I mean. I figured where better to come than Rainbow Smoke?” He gestured and I realised that was the name of the club.
Danny grinned. “Hell, I remember those days. First time stepping out into the big wide world. Shit, that’s a long time ago. But Mick, Rainbow’s not quite what it was. Changing times, changing desires, y’know? I mean it’s still a good hang-out, but it’s a little louder and a lot more…..let’s say direct, than when we were hanging out here. You get my meaning?”
“You warning me off?” Mick asked, but I noticed he was grinning.
“No, I just don’t want you thinking the lad will pass unnoticed. Young, pretty, dressed to kill….. kid, I hate to say it but you’re gonna have hands on you all night.”
Mick grinned. “Sounds perfect.” He said before I could step in and say “hey thanks, but no thanks”. I frowned, but it was done.
Danny turned to the guys on the door. “Hey guys. This is Mick. You know, I’ve told you about Mick and what we used to get up to?”
The guys all smiled, all raised their eyes like “oh yeah, Mick….”
“Mick gets a free pass on me, Mick and this little cutie right here” Danny put an arm around my shoulder and I tried my hardest to smile through the slightly nauseous feeling in my gut.
The bigger of the doormen winked at me. “This little twink would-a got in ahead of the queue anyway.” He said as he pulled back the rope barrier and let the three of us pass. I felt eyes on me all the way.
Inside, Danny said that he’d come find us later and that we should head through to the bar. He gave Mick a token. “Give it to one of the bar staff” he said. “You’re not buying tonight, my old friend!”
Mick thanked Danny and ushered me inside, down some dark steps and through a short passageway into a large room of glorious colour and noise.
Mick leaned in close and raised his voice so I could hear him. “Welcome to the Rainbow Smoke” he declared. I couldn’t reply. I was transfixed.
The place was huge, with an enormous square bar right in the centre. The room seemed to rise up like an amphitheatre on all sides, with tables and chairs and booths on each stepped level. I glanced around and tried to take it all in. There were more people here than I’d ever seen in one place, some dancing, some standing or sitting around and drinking, some kissing. Some were kissing a lot, and touching and groping and some were in various states of undress. There was everything here from people dressed like Mick to people who were dressed in little more than rubber underwear and harnesses. My eyes were bulging out of their sockets.
Mick laughed, placed a hand around my shoulder, and guided me down towards the bar. “You look like you need a drink, kid” he said.
The barman looked at me like he wanted to eat me whole before Mick gave him the counter from Danny. “Ohh VIPs!” He shouted and he rang a little bell behind the bar. I sat up on a barstool next to Mick, who ordered us a couple of cocktails that came in fancy glasses with rainbow flags stuck in cherries, and smoke flowing out of the top. I didn’t know whether to drink it or call the fire brigade.
I downed the first of these Rainbow Smoke signature cocktails and a few minutes after that the whole world seemed like a much better place, so I ordered another. Some people - young people, my age and a little older - came to chat with me about nothing in particular. Mick made an exit, telling me he’d be back and to meet him at the far end of the bar whenever I got bored.
When the first group had moved on, I was hit on by an older guy who was a little too handsy for my liking. He kept running his hand down my back and playing with the waistband of my underwear. One of the barmen saved me, telling the man that some young guy had been asking after him.
As the old perv went looking for love that didn’t exit (judging by the barman’s wink in my direction), I got swept up in any group of younger guys. They were good fun. We spent a long time dancing and drinking and joking around until they decided to move on to an all-night dance club. They wanted me to go with them, but I declined.
Throughout the night there were several guys who were obviously trying to make eye contact, to get my attention. Most of them held little interest for me, but one or two were hot younger guys and one cute man in particular kept floating around my peripheral vision. I tried to get a better look, but he was always gone as soon as I noticed him.
I must admit, I had a terrific night. Everyone here was so friendly! Danny had been right, I had been touched all over all night, but most people were just playing around, mostly rubbing my arm, or shoulder, or my thigh. It just kinda seemed natural to everyone. One or two went further, but they backed off with good grace when I asked them not to do that. There was no drama, nothing uncomfortable, and I was almost certain that wasn’t just the drink talking.
As the night got old I returned to my perch on the barstool at the further point from the main entrance. I’d had some nice conversations and met some nice people, but the last guy had made me feel like maybe it was time to call it a night. He’d had a little grope, had leaned in to kiss me, and then offered me cash for a fuck in the bathrooms.
I needed some time out and I figured the bar would be a safe space. This end of the bar seemed quiet, and it was darker here too away from the glitzy lights. I leaned on the bar and let out a deep sigh.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
I turned, and there was the cute man from earlier standing right behind me. He looked like he was a couple of years older than me, but close enough to my age. His black suit was cut to perfection and his shiny pearlescent shirt glistened underneath. He was damn handsome, with chiselled features, a little more stubble than I could ever grow, and the most beautiful green eyes I’d ever seen.
“Er….um…..” He’d caught me off-guard. I tried to centre myself, told myself to grow the fuck up. “Er… how about I buy you one. I managed to get a VIP pass so I’m not paying.” I said, trying to show off and then kicking myself because I sounded like a dick.
He flashed a smile at me and took a half-step forward, so he was right next to me, real close. He raised his arm and gestured to the barman at the other end of the bar, who responded instantly.
“Me too” the guy said, as the barman put another cocktail in front of me, and a glass of something red in front of the guy.
I flushed red. Now I really did look like a dick.
The guy perched himself on the barstool next to mine. “I’m Rob” he said, still smiling.
“Tommy” I said, breathing deeply and trying to take in his scent. He smelled delicious!
His smile turned into a grin. “You look like a Tommy” he said and I wasn’t sure how to take that. My face must have given away my confusion because he quickly added. “I don’t mean anything by it. Just that Tommy is a kinda cute name. And you’re kinda cute” he gave a little shrug, smiled again, and unless it was the lighting or my imagination he seemed to blush.
I smiled now. My turn. “Yeah? You kinda suite Rob too. Or Robert. Kinda sophisticated and suave.” I gave a little chuckle.
He grinned at me now, a full on grin. “I like your smile. I’ve been watching you, and when you smile your whole face lights up. So, Cute Tommy, why are you here on your own, and why weren’t you smiling when I got here?”
Jesus, this guy’s eyes were dreamy, I thought. I explained that this was my first night out, that I’d lost Mick, and that I was just a little unsure of myself. I figured I would never have shared so much if I wasn’t several cocktails in and had started on another.
“Oh” he said, looking a little crestfallen. “This guy Mick. He’s your boyfriend….?” He asked.
“Oh….. oh no!” I exclaimed, a little over the top. “I mean, well, he’s kinda my chaperone I guess you might say.”
Rob’s face lit up again. “So does that mean I’m still in with a chance?” He said, his hand sliding across the bar to touch mine.
I blushed hard. “Yeah” I said.
The alcohol made me do it. What did they put in this stuff, anyway?
“Oh good” he said simply, his eyes locked on mine. He leaned in, my gaze hypnotised by his green eyes. His lips brushed against mine and it made me quiver with excitement. He paused, broke the kiss as if waiting for me to protest, then moved forward again when none came. This time I kissed him back, his soft lips like warm velvet on mine. He parted them slightly and I followed his lead. Then his tongue flicked forward, gently, testing the waters, but ready for more.
I moved my tongue to meet his and then we really kissed. He placed a hand on my back and gently lowered it, slid it down to the waistband of my jeans, to where my thong was riding up. He rested his hand there, warm like Mick’s, but softer, his touch more tentative. He played with the chain at my waist and the elastic of my underwear. We kissed harder, our tongues dancing together and our lips sliding together. He raised his other hand and touch my face, gently cradled my cheeks and jaw as he kissed me.
Christ, I was getting hard in my jeans. His touch was nothing short of magnificent. He wasn’t as sure of himself as Mick, but everything about this felt right.
As we kissed, he slipped his hand beneath my waistband, pushing gently so that his fingers could squeeze my bottom. I gave a little whimper and he broke the kiss and grinned at me.
“Shit, you’re a sweetheart” he said, his eyes full of lust.
“You’re kinda hot” I replied, and to this day I don’t know where the fuck that came from.
We kissed again and then he nibbled my earlobe and kissed my neck. I was practically having an orgasm when he whispered in my ear “I wish I could just slip those jeans down over your ass so I could play with your tight little pussy while you sit there on that stool”
I truly leaked pre-cum at that. I reached down and unbuttoned my jeans, yanking either side apart so the fly popped open too.
“Why don’t you?” I asked, desperate for more of his touch. Seriously, I had to stop drinking.
The waistband now loose, he was able to get his hand further into my underwear. I pushed my ass back, over the edge of the stool, and suddenly his fingers were there, tracing a fiery line around my hole.
I exhaled sharply. He brought his mouth to mine and pressed our lips together, our mouths wide open, our tongues exploring each other, while he pressed his middle finger against my pink slit.
Suddenly he pushed hard, and the tip of his finger slipped inside me. “Mmmmm!” I exclaimed into the kiss, but he just kept going.
He pushed his finger to the second knuckle and fingered me as we kissed. My dick was straining and I could feel his was, too, as it rubbed against me through his slacks. I reached down and squeezed it and he responded by wiggling his finger around, and grinding against me.
Someone cleared their throat loudly. “I see you two have met.”
I broke away form the most glorious kiss ever and there was Danny, sitting one barstool closer than Mick, both of them looking in our direction and grinning like school boys.
“Met…..?” I started to say as Rob gracefully and unobtrusively pulled his hand out from my underwear. Before he turned from me he put his finger into his mouth and sucked it quickly, shooting a wink at me as he did so. I blushed furiously. My god this guy was hot stuff!
“This is Rob, my nephew. Rob, this is Tommy, my old friend Mick’s….er…. protegé?” Both men laughed.
Rob and I looked each other in the eye and grinned. We obviously both came to the conclusion that this new development was a good thing.
“Club’s gonna wind down from here. Another hour and they’ll be kicking people out on the street. Figured we might go back to my place. Mick and me were think we could…..er….catch up? Maybe you boys want to…..er…. do some catching up of your own?”
I suddenly felt tight around the chest, unsure again. Rob answered for me. “Yessir!” He said. “We were just saying that we’d like to get to know each other better!”
Were we….? I thought. I guess if not in words, in actions. I grinned sheepishly as Mick winked at me. Actually, yeah, I wanted to see where this was going. Rob’s touch was electric and he was a handsome guy.
We finished our drinks and made ready to leave. Rob staged a distraction which I realised almost too late was so I could step down from the stool and fasten my jeans. That was thoughtful of him.
An hour later a car dropped us at a large town house in what looked to me like a swanky part of town. Mick and Danny disappeared almost immediately, leaving Rob to show me around. Naturally, we ended up in his bedroom.
Rob closed the door softly and turned to look at me. I was sitting on the edge of his bed, my hands in my lap, feeling every bit the kid and nervous as hell. After all, I’d only ever been with Mick and I barely knew this guy.
“Look, Tommy.” He said. “I want you more than I have wanted anything, ever, but if you wanna take things slow, I’m down for that.” His voice was sincerely, his look somewhere being longing and worry.
“I’m just a little…..” I began, before trailing off and failing dismally to finish my sentence. I got a little courageous and admitted: “I’ve only been with Mick.”
Rob continued to stare at me. I wondered if he thought I was some kind of inexperienced idiot, that maybe he wouldn’t want me quite so much now he knew how nervous I was.
He came and sat beside me on the bed. He took my hand and held. He leaned in and kissed me. “Hey” he said. “I’ve been with one guy more than you. That’s all.” He explained. He smiled, then grinned. “And the first time was a total disaster, so it really doesn’t count!” He said with wink.
I laughed. “Really….?” I asked. “But you seem so…..”
“Are you saying I seem like I’m a slut?” He asked, that same sloppy smile on face.
I blushed before I realised he was joking with me. “No…. I just…. well, you seem so confident and self-assured. I just figured you know….. you know what you want?” I tried to explain, badly.
He chuckled at that. “I know what I want, sure. I have known I’m into boys since I was young. I’ve had a couple of boyfriends, sort of. Nothing really serious, just teenage flirting really. But I spend a lot of time working for my uncle at the club, and that’s an experience, so I guess you could say I’m kinda confident about myself.”
I nodded. I thought I understood that.
Rob stood and moved toward the door. “It’s cool” he said in a voice that made it clear it was anything but cool. “You can have my bed and I’ll take the spare room. Maybe we can go on a proper date and get to know each other?” He asked.
I stood too and went to him. I plucked up some courage from somewhere and I kissed him on the lips. After the rollercoaster ride of this evening, I wasn’t about to let this hot, kind guy just walk away to the spare room. There was a good chance it the alcohol talking, but I wanted his finger back where he had it earlier.
I unfastened the top button of his shirt and kissed him again. Then the next button. And the next.
“You can take the spare room if you want, but I figure I might get cold in here on my own, and letting me get cold isn’t very gentlemanly of you” I said. It was the most I’d ever put myself “out there” and I was both proud of myself and terrified. What if he didn’t like it? What if he simply rejected me?
Rob grinned. “You want me to bring you another blanket?” He asked, but his grin was so broad and his cheeks flushed so red that even I knew he was kidding around with me.
I unfastened the rest of his buttons and put my hands on his chest. I could feel his heartbeat. It was fast and strong, almost as fast as mine.
“No” I said. “I want you to stay and keep me warm.” It was unnecessary, I knew, but wanted things to be clear between us. I blushed. I felt like I was young again, getting ready for my first kiss or something. Fortunately Rob leaned in and placed his lips on mine.
We kissed and touched, my fingers all over his chest and torso, his in my hair, around my ears and neck, holding my face while our tongues explored each other’s mouths. It was wet, and warm, and delicious.
He broke away and pressed his cheek to mine. In a soft voice he said “I’ll stay, but only if you show me everything you like to do in bed. I want to please you, okay?”
A fizzing sensation started behind my balls, and my legs turned to jelly. I considered making a joke but I really didn’t want to put him off. I really wanted him. Like, I mean I really, really wanted him to fuck me.
“Deal” I said, my voice cracking.
We stripped one another of our clothing quickly and efficiently. Sure, there was some kissing along the way. Some handsy exploration. A little light nibbling. He had an athletic build, with more muscle tone than me. I really felt slim in comparison, despite feeling like I had filled out in the past few months. His chest was amazing, with real pecs and a little hair. He seemed like a man in comparison to me. I still felt like I was a boy. It made me feel submissive and I kinda liked that.
We were soon both standing in our underwear, his a tight pair of white Calvin’s, mine the pink thong that Mick had picked out for me. He looked so hot. He looked like the guys I looked at online, if you know what I mean. I wondered what he thought of me. I didn’t have to wait long to find out.
“Wow!” He said, holding me at arm’s length by my waist as he looked me up and down. He grinned “You’re even cuter without the clothes.” I giggled a little at that. “And that is some sexy fucking underwear!”
I hooked my thumb into his Calvin’s and pulled them down, sinking to my knees as I did so. His dick sprang up, a good size, maybe a little above average, with uncut foreskin over a perfectly shaped head. He wasn’t as veiny and thick as Mick’s cock, but longer and definitely harder, more of a youthful pink than a well-used darker tone. I took hold of it in both hands, peeled the foreskin back, and I took him in my mouth.
He sighed deeply as my lips parted and engulfed him, my tongue swirling around the tip of his dick like Mick had done with me. He tasted great, salty at the tip, but clean and fresh and throbbing. He stood there with his hands by his sides, pushing forward slightly from the hips, clearly desperate to thrust into my warm, wet mouth but not wanting to make me gag or put me off.
I placed my hands on his hips and bobbed my head back and forth. He made appreciative sounds with the occasional “oh Jesus” thrown in. I loved to hear how I was pleasing him.
Rob eventually pulled me off him. He stepped out of his briefs and moved us both over to his kingsize bed. He pushed me backwards onto the mattress and kissed all down my body, finally pulling the tiny pink triangle of fabric to one side and licking around the head of my own cock before opening wide and sucking me. He was good at it, making it hot, sensuous, and making me feel like I might come at any second. I held on for as long as I could before I had to push his head away: I wasn’t ready to finish yet, and if he kept on like that I’d have no choice. It was too good!
He grinned. He seemed to understand instinctively. He pushed my legs apart and licked around the base of my dick, then gently sucking each of my balls before working his tongue behind my scrotum. He took one leg in each hand and pushed them open and back, pulling the tiny string of elastic over to one side and revealing my entrance. I pushed my head back on the bed as his tongue made contact with my anus. It was incredible, so soft, so hot, and it made my cock twitch and jump as I struggled to control my muscles down there.
Rob ate me hard. He licked and sucked and delved with his strong tongue. He was practically pushing into me, wiggling it around and gifting new sensations to me inside and out. My breathing was coming in ragged gasps already, and then he began to run his fingernails up and down my legs while he lapped at my back passage.
I moaned, whimpered, made the kind of noises only an animal makes. It was just so good. Finally I could take no more and I propped myself up on my elbows. “Fuck me!” I ordered. I had meant it to be a polite request, but as the words tumbled out of my mouth they appeared to form an instruction. I wanted that cock inside me, right now, no fucking excuses!
Rob looked up and met my gaze. His nostrils flared. He yanked my underwear down and off and then reached over and grabbed a tube from his nightstand. He smeared a whole load of lube around my hole. Without ever breaking eye contact, he gently pushed a finger inside me, then two. He worked the lube into me, fingering me, pushing them in and then twisting them around before pulling them back out.
“Uhhhh……” I murmured. “Uuuuhhhhh”
He squeezed a little more lube and fingered that in, this time a little faster and harder. I closed my eyes and broke eye contact, breathing fast. He took his two fingers from my hole and with the same hand he massaged his cock, lubing it up from the head all along the shaft. I looked at Rob from between my knees. His cock was literally throbbing, the engorged head a pinkish purple colour. He leaned over me, one hand steadying his own body, the other lining up his run. I grasped my legs behind my knees and pulled myself into the most accessible, sluttiest position I could manage.
He pushed the head of his dick against my hole, rubbing it there. I could tell from the amount of pressure he was applying that he was as desperate to shove it in as I was to have it inside me. I relaxed, pushed out a little. He found the right spot and flexed hard.
It slid effortlessly inside me, like it was made to fit right there. In one movement he climbed on and surged forward, his head now level with mine. He forced his mouth onto mine as the final inch thrust into me, right to the base.
“Ohhh-mmmmm” he uttered into our kiss. I could feel him pushing, delighting in the way his cock was fully inside me but wanting to gain every millimetre of pleasure before he had to pull it back and go again.
He held it there. I could feel it throbbing. I could feel his pulse inside me and he could feel mine from my tight, hot ring.
“You okay?” He asked. Such a gentleman. If he’d seen the things that Mick had done to me over the past six months, he might not be quite so cautious.
“Yes” I replied. The moment felt so sweet.
He kissed me again as he pulled back with his hips, only a little way, before surging forward again. I moved my body in time with his, that cock feeling like it belonged, my hole never having felt more ready or open and yet still tight.
“God, your pussy is so hot!” He said as he rocked gently back and forth.
I gripped him harder and he moaned loudly. “Jesus fucking christ!” He whispered as if to himself.
For some reason that made me giggle. He giggled too. That broke the tension and he started to move more quickly, started to really fuck me. His cock was long, longer than Mick’s, and it was touching me in places I never knew I had.
He pulled out and I whimpered. He pushed my legs together, moved me onto my side, and pushed my knees up to my chest. He lined up his cock and slid it back inside. “I wanted to see it” he explained as he went to town on me, fucking my pussy like it was about to go out of fashion.
This was such a comfortable position and clearly one that drove him wild. He was driving his dick all the way in, really bottoming out inside me, before pulling it all the way out. Everything time the head entered or exited my hole it gave me a frisson on excitement.
One thing was clear: Rob had energy and stamina. He was like a kid in a sweetshop and he wanted it all. I was more than happy to let him use my body, to move me around and show me his style.
He pulled out again, pushed me onto my front, spread my legs and got on top. My lay on me, guided his penis back where it belonged, and he humped me. We bounced up and down on his bed, my own dick grinding into the mattress as he fucked me.
We were both sweating now. He turned me back over and kissed me long and hard, his face red from the exertion and his hair matted to his head. He nibbled my nipples while reaching down to play with my cock. Then he went lower and sucked me again.
I whimpered a lot during that blowjob. I tried everything I could to refrain from shooting my load, including blatantly pushing his head away. He simply caught my hands and held them while he sucked and licked.
I panted, on the very edge. In panic I exclaimed “I’ll come…..” And then immediately after “Oh god, I’m coming!”
He never stopped. He sucked more, harder, his tongue tracing fire around the head of my dick. My toes curled, my legs stiffened, and finally I ejaculated, draining my balls into Rob’s willing mouth.
Rob sucked and licked, my hot semen still in his mouth. When the aftershocks of my orgasm had died away, he went down even further and sucked at my anus. He pushed my cum into my own hole, lubricating it all over again, his tongue now able to literally slide inside me. I writhed on the bed, the sensation thrilling me in entirely new ways.
Then he was up again, crawling along next to me, spooning with me, sliding his dick back into my open hole. He wrapped his arms around me, pulled me close, flexed with his hips and gently made love to me while he kissed my neck.
After what seemed like an eternity of pleasure, he reached around and began playing with my wet, sticky cock. “I’m gonna come” he said, almost apologetic.
“Come inside me, okay?” I said, my voice breathy. God, I really wanted to feel the heat and wetness from this guy.
He thrust some more, slipping and sliding around down there. Finally he surged forwards, holding me tightly, gripping me hard as his passion built, his cock growing inside of me.
This is it, I thought, and everything felt just right.
“Uh!” He breathed onto my neck. “Uh….uh….uh!”
He shot his load deep inside me, flooding my guts with hot cum, gripping my body and pulling me into his embrace the whole way through.
We lay like that for what seemed like ages, just hugging, saying nothing. In reality it was probably ten or fifteen minutes. Eventually his flaccid dick slipped from my hole.
“You’re amazing” he whispered. “That was…. Amazing” he said again.
I turned and pushed him onto his back, snuggling into him. “Thank you” I whispered. “You were amazing too. Definitely not a disaster” I joked.
He squeezed my bottom and snorted. “Can we just sleep like this?” He asked.
“Yeah” I said and I made s how of snuggling into him even more, my arm draped over his chest. I knew I’d have no trouble falling asleep now. I was totally exhausted and I was sure he was, too.
I woke three times during the night.
The first was to go pee. By the time I got back, Rob had got up, fetched a bottle of still water and glasses, some aspirin, and a fresh box of tissues. I thought that was kind of sweet. We settled back into the still-warm bed, my head on his chest, his arms around me.
The second time I woke was to Rob’s erection prodding my leg. He was absently stroking my arm with his fingertips, staring up at the ceiling.
“Everything okay?” I asked him.
“Did I wake you? Sorry.” He said and he kissed my forehead. He was just the sweetest guy. I shuffled up the bed and kissed him properly. “What’s up?” I asked.
He smiled, barely visible in the dark. “I was just thinking how lucky I am” he said, and he gently squeezed my bottom.
“You horny” I asked with a giggle.
“For you? Er, yessir! I’m not dead yet!”
I giggled again at his silliness, but everything about him, from his scent to his smile to his pretty green eyes, had made me feel sexy again. I got a sudden urge. I swung my leg over him, climbed up on top, and reached back for his hard dick. I guided it to my still-sticky, still lose hole and sat back, placing all my weight on it and enjoying the feeling as it slid slowly into my rectum. I spat into my hand and reached back again, lubricating around his shaft that was half-buried inside me.
I rode him with my hands on his pecks and my knees either side of him until he came again, which didn’t take long. He pulled me close again and we kissed long and slow. I eased myself off, pleased that I had been able to do that for him. I snuggled into him again, not needing anything in return. The warm, used feeling in my ass was enough.
He wrapped his arms back around me and we both drifted off together.
The third time I woke, I needed both the water and the aspirin, last night’s cocktails catching up with me and making my head feel like it had died in the night and was rotting on top of my neck. Rob sniggered, but I fell back asleep with him stroking my hair, which felt very boyfriend-like. That almost made me forget my bad head for a while.
The morning came around slowly, or I came around slowly to the morning. One way or the other. The room was still mostly dark, with shafts of light coming in around the edges of Rob’s drapes. I rolled over, but Rob was nowhere to be seen.
I sat up. My headache was less vicious than it had been last night, but it was still throbbing. My ass and dick felt well used, but I always loved that feeling. It was kind of hot, and a little achy.
I guessed I should get out of bed and go find everyone. Just at that moment there was a knock at the door and it began to open. Rob came in, struggling with a large tray.
“I figured you’d like some coffee” he said with a warm smile. “And if you’re gonna have coffee, you need some toast and fresh pastries and some orange juice.” He placed the tray on the bed with a triumphant grin.
I realised I was smiling from ear to ear. “You made me breakfast?” I said, shocked, surprised, and thoroughly delighted.
He laughed. “Well, I went out and bought breakfast, and I put it on a tray for you. I’m hoping that counts.”
I got a kind of warm glowing feeling inside. This was pretty neat. Rob leaned down and kissed me. “You made the coffee though, right?” I asked, but the look on his face made me realise I shouldn’t press the subject.
“Shuffle over” he said. I made room for him. He kicked off his sneakers and climbed up into bed, sitting up next to me.
I suddenly laughed out loud. “What?” He asked.
“I just thought, this quickly went from sweet and kinda romantic, to giving elderly couple vibes!”
Rob laughed at that, too. “Fine. I’ll have your pastries. You know what they say. You can take the boy out of the country…… such a lack of gratitude.” I knew he was joking as he was smiling broadly throughout.
I hugged his arm. “I’m kinda okay with old married couple vibes, to be really honest” I said, feeling like I had to admit that.
He looked over at me. “Yeah….?” He said, one eye raised.
“Yeah.” I said, wondering how he’d react. I wasn’t sure whether this meant something to him, or it was just a quick hookup. I really hoped it meant something.
He leaned in and kissed me lightly on the lips. “Does that mean we can see each other again?” He asked quietly.
I grinned. “If you ask nicely” I said, blushing.
“Good.” He declared. He reach over the tray and poured us some coffee. “How’s your head? I’m guessing you’re not really used to drinking cocktails. And you had a lot of cocktails.”
“Cocktails? Oh, you mean the battery acid I appear to have ingested….?” I rubbed my temples. Before I could say anything else he handed me the box of aspirin.
“I made a note of the time. You can take two more.” He said.
I must admit my heart melted a bit at that. It was a massive green flag. “God, where did I find you?” I asked.
He smiled through his blush, handed me a mug of hot coffee, and we chatted while we ate pastries.
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