Page 32 of Pitch Prince

“More than OK,” he replied. I reached down to clasp my hand around his cock. It was thick enough that my forefinger and thumb just about met and as I gave an experimental stroke a bead of precum leaked from the head. Callum shuddered involuntarily and I swiped over the tip a few times more before bringing my thumb to my mouth and tasting the salty-sweetness of it.

“Do you want…just me to do the touching?” I asked. I knew it was a loaded question, but if he’d not done much of this before then he may want to just let me do the work.

Callum’s hand reached out shakily, tentatively to touch my exposed cock and gave it a few tugs that had me arching into him. For a second we just laid and played with each other, and then Callum was kissing me again gently, rolling forward so that he was caging me down to the mattress. I reached down to clasp our two cocks together between our bodies. His whole body seemed connected to mine in the moment, from tongues stroking lazily against each other, his hairy chest pressed up against my smooth one all the way down to where his legs locked around mine.

“Does it always feel this good for you?” Callum asked between kisses. “Have I been missing out on this much?”

No, it doesn’t always feel this good for me, I wanted to say.You’re special.“You have been missing out. But I’m sure we can catch up,” I said instead.

Callum pushed himself up on his big arms so that his body was leveraged away but his legs still touching mine. “There’s something I’ve wanted to try…”

“Anything,” I said. “I’ll let you try anything.”

And then Callum was off the bed and pulling my legs toward him. He was stood at the end of the bed and my legs were to either side of him. He leaned down to face me again and I felt his thick cock rubbing up against my arse, spreading precum.

“Gonna take some preparation with that thing, bud,” I said, only half joking. So much focus on rugby training meant my hookups had been few and far between. And I’d never taken something as intimidating as Callum’s cock before.

Callum kissed me gently, but it was over far too quickly. Only the shaking in his arms betrayed any sense of nervousness.

“I want to rim you,” he said. “Is that OK?”

“More than OK,” I responded, parroting his earlier response. And then his big capable hands were flipping me over so that I was bent over the bed. He leant over me and kissed gently down my back, gently cupping and pulling apart my cheeks before be kissed gently at the exposed, tender skin at my hole. His tongue flicked out gently to taste me and I shuddered, letting out a moan at a pitch I didn’t know I had in me. His tongue drew a heavy swipe up from my balls and over the hole again, then gently prodding at my hole as I gripped at the sheets with the feeling. My knuckles were going white where they rested up near my head as Callum’s tongue prodded gently at my entrance, sliding in ever so slightly before retreating again. I moaned into the sheets, loving the feeling but desperate for more.

And then he gave me more. One thick finger pushed at my hole gently and I did everything I could to relax enough to let him I. Despite some lubrication, it still wasn’t easy but it felt so good to know Callum was filling me. He pushed in and out gently, then crooked his finger upwards and stroked until he found my prostate. I groaned into the bedding as he did. He tried adding a second finger, but I moved away as I felt it try to join.

“Fuck,” I groaned involuntarily.

Immediately Callum was up near my face again, the absence of him inside me acute. “Everything OK?” he asked.

“Yes, just…if you’re going to do that, I’m gonna need lube,” I said.

“Yes. Yes, of course…I don’t have lube.”

I raised my head from the mattress. “Wallet, bedside table.”

I missed the warmth that Callum exuded instantly but I laid and waited til he was back. I felt the cold, slippery touch of his finger again and I groaned as he slid it in. Within seconds a second finger had eagerly joined the first, stroking back and forth inside me and making me want to reach under my body where my cock was trapped against the mattress to stroke myself.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I said.

“Yeah?” asked Callum quietly. He was so self assured, so calm and confident in everything that it was only when he spoke I could hear the nerves at trying all this for the first time. “I really want to…” he started, but let the sentence hang.

“Fuck me?” I asked.

“Yes,” he breathed. His fingers didn’t stop their relentless intrusion as he leaned back down to cage my body with his and whisper in my ear. “I really, really want to fuck you, Rhys.”

“Then fuck me,” I said. I needed him in some way now, not just the relentless teasing but his cock in my arse or mouth, just anywhere that I could return the pleasure he was so expertly giving me.

“Do you…have condoms?” he asked.

“PrEP and tested,” I replied. “There’s one in my wallet if you want to though….oh.”

I had tailed off as I felt his fingers swiftly withdraw and then the head of his thick cock was notched against my hole. So we were doing this bare.Perfect.

“You sure you want this?” I asked.

“Of course. Are you?” I nodded, and Callum pushed slowly, inch by inch into me.

The stretch and burn was familiar. I winced at the pain but focused on relaxing myself. Callum seemed to have noticed though and stopped pushing. “Everything OK?” he asked.

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