Page 39 of Lord of the Lock

He put his lips back to the head of my cock and slid his mouth down further, gagging before he got halfway. But he moved back up and tried again, getting slightly further. He had no chance of deep-throating me on the first try, but he used his hand to stroke the base of my cock as he used his mouth to stimulate the head and top of the shaft. My fists were bunched up in the sheets with the effort of not moving my hips and letting him do things his way.

Nathan kissed the head of my cock and then peppered kisses down my shaft and over my balls. I laughed and at the same time had a whole body shudder as his nose nuzzled over my sac. “Fuck, you’re killing me, Nath,” I said.

Nathan didn’t say anything, just insistently pushed at my thighs until they were above my head and he’d exposed my ass over the edge of the bed. I looked up to the ceiling, and felt his thumbs spreading my cheeks.

“I swear, I can trim more down there if you think it’s gross…” I started to say, but was cut off by the warm, wet feeling of Nathan’s tongue swiping across my hole. “Fucking hell,” I gasped. I’d never had this done to me before — I’d never done it to anyone else, either, with how quick and impersonal my fucks had been. But Nathan was lapping at my hole like he was born to do it, and I moved my hands from the bedsheets to grip at the back of my thighs, to give him more access if he needed it.

Nathan’s tongue was no longer just a flat pad over my hole. He was alternating those bigger licks with more daring entrances. He tongue-fucked me and all I could do was watch my cock leaking precum into my forest of stomach hair, twitching with neglect. I knew a couple of strokes and I’d be done, if Nathan let me. And I wanted him to know he was completely in control. His tongue was replaced by a probing finger that gently pushed into me, opening me up. Then there were two, and I hissed as they entered too quickly.

“Fuck, sorry!” Nathan had stood up, and I had to laugh at the look of concern on his face even as he was completely naked and his dick standing at attention. “Was that too much? I never want it to be too much.”

“Calm down, tiger,” I said, reaching over my head to the bedside drawer. I threw the lube and condom down on the bed. “Try that out.”

Nathan gave me a shy smile. He didn’t kneel down at the edge of the bed now, he stayed stood up as he dripped some lube from the bottle directly onto my taint, and then pushed it into my hole with one finger. I could tell now he was watching my expression carefully for enjoyment, so I gave him a smile. I was focusing on opening up for him, and it had been so long since I had had to. Nathan might have been a smaller guy, but he certainly wasn’t small in proportion.

More lube on my hole, and a second finger was pushing in much easier than it had with Nathan’s spit for lube. I groaned as his two fingers found my prostate, and lost grip of my thighs for a second as it felt like my whole body loosened up. My cock was still dripping onto my stomach, and Nathan was looking down with so much concentration he may as well have been studying for an exam.

“Relax,” I groaned at him. “You’re doing…oh fuck…so good.”

Nathan’s fingers retreated and then he was holding up the condom. “Do you really want me to?” he asked.

“As long as you want to,” I said. “I want whatever you’ll give me.”

I watched as Nathan rolled on the condom and slicked himself up with the lube. I grabbed the pillow from the end of the bed and pushed it under my arse so he wouldn’t have to crouch so much, and he flashed a shaky but grateful smile. He grabbed my legs again so that my ankles rested on his shoulders, then notched his cock at my entrance where I hung over the bed. This was happening. It was really happening.

Nathan pushed in slowly, his hands gripping my calves to keep them high. I breathed out as I adjusted to the feeling of him inside me. Nathan was so slow, so careful, that I wanted to grip his arse and pull him into me faster. But again, I let him take it at his pace. And when he was finally seated deep inside me, I wanted to fucking cheer.

Nathan pulled back and pushed back in, and the upward curve of his cock brushed against my prostate inside me and made me moan. My cock twitched on my stomach. “Fuck me hard, Nath.”

“Yeah?” asked Nathan. Still so unsure.

“Yeah. I need this. I need you,” I said. “Just please, please, fuck me hard.”

Nathan pulled back and pushed in again, harder this time so that I could hear the slap of skin as our bodies clashed. He started pumping harder and harder into me, and pushed my legs further back over my chest and he leaned forward for a better angle. Every thrust made me moan at an octave I don’t even know my voice could fucking hit, and Nathan’s smile was sure, confident now as he pulled those moans from me with expertise. This man had never topped? I didn’t fucking believe it.

Nathan was too short to kiss me, but he’d pushed my legs right back toward my chest. He licked a stripe up one of my feet and I shuddered, which made him grin even more. I couldn’t believe that he was getting so confident so quickly. Nathan reached around my leg to grip my cock.

“No, gonna…gonna cum,” I said, trying to stop him from finishing me off well before he could finish.

“Me too,” Nathan whispered, taking a firmer grip on my cock and stroking up and down as he pounded faster into me.

“Fuuuuck,” I could feel my balls tightening as my orgasm built, and then I was spilling all over Nathan’s hand and onto my stomach. I was cumming like I hadn’t released in weeks, and it was coating my stomach. Nathan’s hand moved from my cock to my stomach and his hand smeared the cum through my stomach hair. He moaned, low and long, as he thrust a couple more times and then buried himself to the hilt in my arse.

“Yes, Finn,” he muttered, stilling as he came. After a couple of seconds, he pulled out and tied off the condom. And looked down at me, the mess he’d made on my stomach, and laughed.

I laughed too, because it was fucking wonderful to see Nathan — who’d told me all of the shit he’d gone through, all his hang-ups over sex — sojoyful.I eased myself up into a sitting position, wincing as I put more weight on my arse, and then stood up to hug Nathan, not caring about all the stickiness between us.

“Was that OK?” he asked.

“More than OK,” I said. “It was….” Mind blowing, amazing, the most intimate sex I’d ever had? “It was great, Nath. You were great.”

“Thanks Finn. For everything.” Nathan’s voice was muffled against my chest. He pulled away from me with a gross squelch, and we both laughed again.

“Shower?” I asked. Nathan nodded, but then his phone was ringing.

He picked up. “Now? Really, Dad? What do you…” he put down the phone and looked at me. “Dad needs me, but he won’t say for what. And Mum is in work.” He looked around for a second, his eyes landing on the pile of clothes on the floor, then more frantically as he wiped off a hand on his own body.

“There’s towels in the chest of drawers,” I said. Nathan turned, and I realised my mistake as he did.

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