Page 101 of Caged
"Are you ready to be inside me?" Marshall asked.
Was he? He glanced down at his own body. Yeah, he was physically ready, but mentally, he wasn't so sure. "I think so." He pulled his fingers from Marshall before looking up and meeting his gaze. "I'm nervous."
"Don't be. We're just going to take it slow." Marshall reached for Danny. "Come here and kiss me. Just press your body against mine and let's make out for a while."
Making out he could do. It was safe. Something they had done before. He moved forward, laying between Marshall's spread legs. His cock brushed against Marshall's and he sucked in a breath. "I don't think I've ever been so turned on."
"Good. I'm glad you are. I don't want you scared of this. I want you to love it as much as I do. You're in control tonight. I'm staying right here on my back. We're going to kiss and make out for a while, then when you feel you're ready, I want you to get on your knees, lube your cock, then slowly press into me. It will take me a minute to adjust to your size, but as soon as I do, you can move. You can take me as hard as you want. It won't hurt me. Just do what feels good for you." Marshall drew Danny down to him and nipped at his lip.
Danny went with it, kissing Marshall back as he ran his hands down Marshall's body. They did this all of the time. He was comfortable with it. He loved the feel of his hardness against Marshall's, but tonight his cock kept slipping lower, the head sliding against Marshall's wet hole. It was the way Marshall was laying, open wide as if welcoming him to take him.
He lost himself in the kisses and caresses, trying to distract himself from what was about to happen, but the truth was, he was curious and so aroused it was painful. He needed this, wanted it. Tearing himself away from Marshall, he got to his knees, trying to fight the wave of nervousness that swept through him.
He thought Marshall might instruct him, but he stayed silent as if he knew that this was something Danny needed to do on his own. Though his hand was shaking, he reached down and wrapped it around his own cock. He was so thick and Marshall's hole so small. Even stretched it was going to be a struggle to get inside him.
He had to trust that Marshall would stop him if it was bad. He trusted Marshall and that meant he wouldn't lie and suffer just to please him. He released his cock, reached for the lube, and dripped it along his thickness, then worried it wasn't enough and dripped some more. He ran his palm over it, making sure the head was covered and the shaft wet. "Ready?" He glanced up at Marshall.
"Yes." Marshall smiled as he lifted his legs, hooking them over his arms. "Just push slowly into me and hold there a moment. I'll stop you if it hurts, but it won't."
"I love you." He pressed the head of his cock to the hole and pressed forward. It took a moment, but Marshall started to part and Danny slowly sank inside him, fascinated at the sight of Marshall's ass stretching around him.
"That's it, baby. I love you too. Go deeper, give me all of you." Marshall tightened his muscles around Danny, then eased them.
"It's so warm, feels so good." He stayed still, already so deep he feared how he was making Marshall feel.
"Yes." Marshall tightened around him again. "You feel perfect." Marshall smiled up at him. "Let's do this. Move inside me. Find a rhythm you like. Don't worry about me. All I feel is pleasure."
From the way Marshall was already stroking his cock, he had to believe him. Unsure, but unable to ignore his growing need, he started to move. He slid out slowly, his pulse racing as he focused on the feeling of his cock being encased in the warmth. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. The pleasure was different than a fist or even a mouth. Better. He pushed back in, then almost pulled out before going in again. It took only a few seconds before he found his pace, always watching Marshall's expression for pain, but unable to deny the growing heat in his own balls that already threatened to explode.
It wasn't long before all his hesitation and fear was gone, replaced by a need burning inside him that he'd never had before. His body shook, his nerves burned, his cock ached, and just when he didn't think it could get any better, it did. He clenched his jaw, focused only on his pleasure and before he knew what was happening, his entire body convulsed as he experienced the most intense orgasm he'd ever had. He cried out, his cock pulsing as he lost himself inside Marshall's body.
He was vaguely aware of Marshall making a sound beneath him, but in the fog of pleasure all he could do was wait and ride out the waves of insanity that continued to consume him. When it eased, he dropped forward, his weight on Marshall's body, his spent cock still inside him.
Marshall caressed his back. "That was amazing." He kissed Danny's shoulder softly.
"It was. I had no idea it could feel so good." He tried to talk through his labored breathing. "You're okay?"
"I'm just fine. Probably feeling just like you are. I don't think I can move." He continued to run his hand over Danny's back. "I knew we'd be good together."
"I'd offer to do it again, but I don't think I'll be able to do anything for a few days." He laughed at his own joke, but he was seriously wondering how he was going to manage to just move to the other side of the bed.
"We don't have to rush anything. We've hopefully got a lifetime together to do it again and again and again."
Danny laughed, burying his head against Marshall's shoulder, but when his cock slipped free of Marshall's body, he decided it was time to try and move. He forced himself to roll to the side, easing his weight from Marshall. "I'm so tired."
"Me too, love. Let me turn off the light and I'll come back and hold you while we sleep." Marshall eased out of bed, turned off the light, and climbed right back in.
It was only five according to the clock on the dresser, but Danny didn't care. He needed to close his eyes, needed to bask in the experience he'd just had before he got up and faced the world again.
Marshall's arms pulled him close, allowing Danny to lay his head against his chest. "I love you." Marshall kissed his temple.
"Love you too." Danny barely got the words out. As he drifted off to sleep, his last thought was of how perfect his life had become and how in love he was with the man holding him. He never dreamed his life would be perfect, but this was damn near close.
EPILOGUE
"I can't do this." Danny paced up the hallway as he tried to think of a way to get out of the commitment he'd made. He was a fool to think he was ready for something like this. He wasn't. He belonged in the kitchen at home, hiding from the public, where he was safe and not forced to do things he wasn't comfortable with.
Not that he was being forced. This was a problem of his own making. He'd been the one to initiate this. The one to make all the calls and set things up. There was no one to blame but himself for the situation he was in.
