Page 27 of Lord of the Lock

“S-sorry, I just…” I didn’t finish my sentence. I had never been so fucking entranced by someone else before. I’d fucked. God, I’d fucked so many people so many fucking times. But Nathan’s smooth white body was taking my breath away. I was almost glad he was laying next to me, because if we got the chance to kiss, of him to press his naked body up against mine? I had no idea how my body would react.

Feeling more nervous than I ever had in my life, I played with the waistband of my boxer-briefs before pulling them down, revealing my cock. I hadn’t had any action in a while and hadn’t bothered to do much tidying up. It was surrounded by a thick nest of dark curls that connected with the snail trail that ran up my body and fanned out into a dark mat of chest hair I’d never been able to tame. Next to Nathan’s trimmed perfection, despite my size, I felt inadequate.

Without thinking, I swiped along the slit to gather up the salty, sticky pre-cum and brought it to my mouth. Next to me, Nathan’s breath hitched for a second. And hearing that reaction was so fucking sexy.

“Is this…OK?” I asked quietly.

“More than OK,” Nathan whispered back. I watched as he pulled back the foreskin again and then brought it back over the pink head of his cock, and a clear bead of pre-cum gathered there. I did the same and slowly we both picked up the pace, like we were keeping time with one another. I wanted more, wanted to put my mouth on his cock or to have his on mine but I knew it wasn’t my job to push. Whatever Nathan asked for, he’d get. But he had to ask for it.

“You’re so big,” Nathan breathed as he worked at his cock, precum now glistening over the head.

“I know,” I joked back. “It’s a big old problem.”

I stroked myself with my right hand and let my left fall to my side, and Nathan was stroking himself with his left. Our fingers touched and somehow that felt more intimate than anything else than anything else I’d ever done. It was like our electricity sparked between our fingers as they brushed against one another. I twitched my fingers and felt him do the same, like we were itching to get closer.

“Not gonna last,” Nathan whispered.

“Come. Come for me,” I said. The slick noises of Nathan’s frantic movements were so hot that they risked pushing me over the edge as he finished, spilling over his hand and on to his stomach.

“Fuck,” I said, working my hardest to catch up with him.

“Can I….?” Nathan raised his right hand. “Can I touch you?”

“Please,” I replied. Nathan stretched out his hand, gliding over my belly. As soon as his fingers got to my cock and wrapped around the base, thumb and forefinger barely meeting around my girth, I was finishing too, cum coating both of our hands and landing in my pubes and on my stomach.

I was breathing heavy, and risked a glance at Nathan. He smiled shyly back, removing his hand from me and bringing it to his lips. He poked his tongue out to lick the cum on his hand.

“Round two?” I asked, and he laughed.

“God, I need a shower,” Nathan said. He looked down at himself and over at me. “You do too.”

“Would you like to shower with me?” I asked. “No pressure if that feels too much…”

“No, I’d love to,” he said. I got up off the bed and gestured for him to follow - we both did the awkward hobble-dance ofplease don’t let this cum drip on the carpeton our way to the bathroom, and I turned on the shower as quickly as I could. The bathroom was as old-fashioned as the rest of the house, and the shower had been adapted as a big walk-in for my gran before she passed. That was lucky for us as it meant that even with my stupid-sized body we could still fit in comfortably.

I tested the water before stepping under. Nathan followed me and stood by as I washed most of the cum out of my body hair with just water.

“Stop hogging the water,” he said, giving me a gentle shove to get under the spray. Even though I was completely sexually satisfied from wanking with him, the sight of his smooth, pale body under the water made my dick twitch.

Nathan noticed that I was sporting a semi and laughed. “Down, boy.”

“Hypocrite,” I said, looking at where he was starting to stand to attention again. “Can I…help you wash?”

“As long as that’s all you’re after,” said Nathan, smiling so I knew he really was OK with it. I grabbed the shower gel from the rack and washed Nathan’s back, doing my best not to linger for too long on his perfect, firm arse.

“Turn around,” I whispered.

“I can do my front,” he protested.

“Well so can I if you’ll let me,” I responded. I took my hands away from him to let him decide if he wanted me to, and then he turned to face me and shrugged. I soaped up his chest, then drew my hands down his arms to his hands before washing his stomach and around his semi-hard cock. I got to my knees, and he let me wash his legs and feet gently. I had seen so many naked bodies in my time, fucked so many men and women, and yet I’d never wanted to be so close to someone before. I wanted to put my heart in his hands and trust him to never fucking let it go.

But Nathan had been hurt, and I was here to give him protection in the outside world and a safe space on the inside. It wasn’t my job to push him into a real thing he’d been clear he didn’t want.

Nathan put one finger under my chin and tilted my head up to look at him. “You OK in there?” he asked.

“I’m…all good.” I realised I’d been on my knees and in my own little world as I thought.

“My turn,” said Nathan. That finger stayed as a gentle pressure under my chin as I stood, and Nathan squirted the shower gel onto his hand before reaching upward to massage it into my chest. He tangled his fingers into the covering of hair and stroked down through it all to my belly.

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