Page 129 of Off the Pitch

I shook my head and gave him an exasperated smile as I clicked open the link to the first video. The still showed a friendly looking man in leather trousers with the caption:The (W)hole Truth—A Beginners Guide to Anal Play.

“You do realise I’m A, not a virgin, and B, not stupid enough to think that porn is the same as actual sex?” I said. I tried not to stare at the screen as I scrolled through the rest of the videos. Some of them looked… interesting to say the least.

“I never said either of those things,” Volt continued, “but you haven’t done this in a while and by the sound of it, Hugo hasn’t either. I just want you to have fun! And I don’t want you to feel under any sort of pressure. So humour me and watch the damn videos. After all it’s all fun and games until someone gets cum in their eye.”

“Fine,” I said with a fond sigh. “I’ll watch them. For you.”

“Thank you.” Volt blew me a kiss. “Now, tell me more about Hugo so I can help you figure out what he’s planning! I’m dying here.”

“You’re not dying, you’re just nosey as fuck.”

“It’s my weakness. Now tell me before I start stalking him on Twitter.”

After I’d chatted to Volt, I’d hidden away in the spare room with my phone and a pair of headphones and dutifully started watching the instructional porn.

Hugo kept pottering in and out of the flat, and I didn’t fancy explaining why I was watching a man in leather trousers describe how to give a good blowjob. Although I had to admit the tips were useful and had quickly assuaged any worries I’d had. In fact, the whole video series was helpful, although I’d mostly stuck to the ones that covered simple things like blowjobs, rimming, fingering, and anal sex.

I was happy to figure out the rest with Hugo. I knew he’d had male partners before, so I knew he’d be able to tell me what he liked, and I enjoyed working out how to make him moan.

The only problem was that there were only so many videos I could watch before practical experience became a necessity.

I slid off the bed, sticking my head out the bedroom door, trying to work out where Hugo was. He’d mentioned something about nipping out to pick up a few bits, although he’d declined to say what they were. Maybe he was getting me a decadent dessert since it was nearly dinner time.

“Hugo?” I called, but when no response was forthcoming, I closed the bedroom door again and headed for the en-suite. I figured that any form of experimentation would be easier in there, and it would provide a suitable cover if Hugo came home. I stripped off my clothes, taking the little bottle of lube I’d borrowed from Hugo’s bedside table out of my pocket and setting it on the little shelf in the shower as I began to run the water.

I sighed as I stepped under the spray, letting the warm water cascade over my skin. Grabbing the bottle of bodywash, I poured some onto my hands, breathing in the sharp cherry and lime scent that I adored. It smelt almost edible.

Running my soapy hands across my chest, I remembered what one of the videos had said about taking the time to get to know your body. I wasn’t on unfamiliar terms with myself, and I did jerk-off on occasion, although more for the relaxation that came with the feeling of release than anything else. But I was more vaguely indifferent to myself, rather than on intimate terms. Perhaps it would be worth changing that.

I slid my fingers across my chest, circling my nipples and pinching them gently. A little spark of pleasure zipped across my skin. Interesting. I played with them a little longer, trying to imagine what it would be like if it was Hugo’s fingers instead of my own. Or maybe even his mouth. A little gasp slipped from my lips as I imagined the warmth of his mouth on my chest, his tongue toying with my nipples.

I ran my hands lower, across the soft planes of my stomach and down to my hips. My cock was already hard, and my breath caught as I wrapped my fingers around it, a ripple of pleasure running up my spine. My mind turned back to Hugo, imagining his hand wrapped around me, pumping my cock slowly while I moaned. Or even kneeling before me, his perfect lips stretched around me, his tongue teasing the slit. My imagination was flooded with so many delicious ideas, each one better than the last. I thought about Hugo doing all the things Volt’s videos had described… and I thought about doing them to him too.

“Fuck,” I gasped as pleasure rippled through me, my hips bucking into my fist as I chased my release. “No. No, not yet,” I whispered to myself, forcing my grip to loosen. There was something else I wanted to explore first.

Picking up the little bottle of lube, I poured some onto my fingers, careful to avoid the spray of the water. I wasn’t completely sure if it was waterproof. I exhaled deeply, trying to remember the tips from the video. Even though Hugo and I hadn’t spoken about penetrative sex, I thought it was best to be prepared, whether we reached that point or not. I wanted to be able to open Hugo up slowly and carefully, making him desperate for me. I was already convinced he’d make the sweetest noises. And to be able to do that, I needed to at least have an idea of how to do it to myself. I’d always been a learn by doing person, and I assumed this was no different.

I shivered as I slipped my fingers between my cheeks, tapping them against my hole and slowly circling the puckered skin. It didn’t feel bad, just strange. I took another slow breath, my other hand wrapping around my softening cock in an attempt to distract myself. Slowly, I pressed a finger into myself, tilting my hips back to make the angle a little easier.

It wasn’t the world’s most unpleasant sensation, and I gently pushed in a little farther until my finger was buried inside my ass. I took another deep breath, my other hand stroking my cock slowly, the pleasure building again. I began to pump my finger in and out, matching the slow rhythm on my cock.

I wasn’t particularly well coordinated, so unless I was very careful, I could easily see myself losing my balance and falling over. Whoever said shower play was easy was a nitwit. This would have been so much simpler on the bed.

Carefully, I pressed another finger inside my hole, my body stilling at the burning sensation. I’d have to remember that. While I’m sure it was expected, there was a fine line between pleasure and pain, and if I was doing this with Hugo, I wanted him to experience nothing but pleasure. The burning began to ease, and slowly, I began to press farther in, attempting to fuck myself on my fingers. The angle was a little odd, and I wasn’t convinced I’d be able to find my prostate. Then my fingers grazed across something, and a bolt of lightning raced up my spine.

“Oh,” I groaned, angling my fingers to try and find that sweet spot again. I began to pump my cock faster, pleasure burning under my skin. I imagined doing this to Hugo, listening to him gasp and moan as I fingered him. What would he do if we actually fucked? Would he make those same sweet, soft noises? Or would they be louder, more demanding but just as delicious?

“Oh, shit!” My orgasm washed over me, painting the side of the shower with my release as waves of pleasure rippled through me. It was the strongest orgasm I’d had in a very, very long time, and the fact I’d been thinking about Hugo definitely had something to do with that.

I’d always been convinced I’d never feel that way about anyone again. And yet here I was…

Slowly, I slid my fingers out of my ass and finished washing myself. I hopped out of the shower, wrapping one of the giant fluffy towels Hugo had lent me around myself before gathering up my clothes.

When I wandered back into the living room, Hugo was in the kitchen making dinner, humming tunelessly to himself. It was adorable.

“Did you have a nice shower?” he asked, giving me a smile as he looked up from chopping vegetables.

“Yes, it was good,” I said and tried to force myself not to blush. “Are you going to tell me what you’re planning yet?”

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