Page 49 of Something Good
The magnitude of his statement, of what he was saying, rolled through me, but before I could respond, he closed the distance between us and kissed me. There was a sweetness to it, along with an undercurrent of rawwant, that had me wrapping my arms around him and holding him close. We both gasped as our cocks brushed against each other, and I rolled my hips involuntarily, seeking the friction I so badly needed.
He pulled away but kept his hand in mine as he knelt on the sleeping bag. I followed suit, but before I could capture his lips once again, he laid back, spreading his legs wide, with his knees bent and his hole exposed to me.
“Hand me the lube.” I grabbed the little bottle and placed it in his outstretched hand, kneeling between his legs, feasting on the sight in front of me. His tight balls, his leaking cock jutting out proudly, his tight pucker—I wanted to taste him, to lick and suck and play with his balls, to sink my dick into his body and lose myself in him. I wanted it all.
“Give me your hand.” He poured a small amount of liquid and said, “Touch me.” I wrapped my hand around his length and stroked, marveling at the feel of soft skin wrapped around his hard shaft. This wasn’t the first time I’d touched him, but it was the first time I’d done it so openly, where I was free to look my fill rather than with a hand shoved down the front of his pants or while underwater at the creek for a quick and sloppy hand job.
I watched him as I stroked, trying to gauge by his reaction what he liked most. His eyes were closed, but he put his hand over mine, guiding me to the speed and pressure he wanted. It was hot as fuck seeing his hand wrapped around mine as we both stroked him. My cock ached at the sight. When his breaths started coming faster, he pulled my hand away, then grabbed the lube again, coating my index finger and guiding me to his hole.
I hesitated, not wanting to hurt him. I’d been curious enough to contemplate fingering my own ass but hadn’t actually tried it, so I was in completely foreign territory. “It’s okay, golden boy. Just go slow. I’ll tell you if you need to stop.”
My eyes flicked to his. “Promise?”
He nodded, and I returned my attention to his ass, slowly pressing forward with my finger. There was some resistance, but then it slipped through, past my first knuckle. He whimpered but didn’t tell me to stop, so I pressed forward until I was fully inside him, marveling at his tight heat. “Keep going. Add another.”
I did as he directed, gaining confidence, moving my fingers in and out as he made little whimpering sounds. He took his cockin hand and began stroking as I added a third finger, twisting around to stretch him open. I brushed against something inside him and his hips jerked off the ground. “Stop,” he shouted, and I immediately withdrew my fingers, terrified I’d hurt him somehow.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”
“I’m great.” He smiled at me. “You just hit my prostate. Do it again, and I’m gonna come before you get your dick inside of me.”
“So it was a good thing?” Jesus, I sounded like an idiot. I was nearly nineteen and knew almost nothing about sex with another dude. Clearly, jerking off to random videos I found on Twitter had taught me nothing.
“Yeah, golden boy. It was a very good thing.” He sat up and kissed me, and I was grateful for the connection, the comfort and reassurance of his tongue tangled with mine. “Lie on your back,” he murmured, and we switched positions so I was on my back and he was kneeling in front of me.
He grabbed the condom and rolled it down my length, then coated me with lube, his movements slow and teasing. He stroked his own dick a couple of times, then maneuvered himself into position. He began lowering himself, bearing down until my cockhead slipped inside. Any thoughts I’d had vanished into dust as I lost myself in the feel of him. Tight heat surrounded me, unlike anything I’d ever felt, as he continued to lower himself until his ass settled against my groin.
He leaned over and pressed his lips to mine, allowing me to adjust to the feel of him. “How’re you doing, golden boy?”
“Holy shit.”
He chuckled. “That good?”
“Fuck.” I nodded. “What about you?”
He rolled his hips, and I cried out, overwhelmed with sensation.
“You feel fucking amazing. I’m gonna move now, okay?”
I nodded, suddenly wanting that very much.
He slid up and down my length, slowly at first, then increased the speed until it was all I could do to hold on to his hips for dear life. I was a ball of sensation, sparks skittering up and down my spine and fireworks shooting off in my bloodstream. I was on fire with the need to come while simultaneously never wanting this moment to end. He leaned back, changing the angle, and I lost it, letting loose a scream into the night as I unloaded into the condom.
“I’m about to come, baby. Jerk me.” I reached up and grabbed his dick, stroking him as he rode me like he was about to cross the finish line of the Kentucky Derby. My face tingled, and I could still feel the aftershocks of my own orgasm rippling through me, but I was determined to make sure he came. It took two more strokes, and with a shout, he erupted in thick spurts across my abdomen and chest.
He collapsed on top of me, the sticky mess trapped between us, and I held him there, savoring the feel of him in my arms, never wanting to let him go.
After cleaningourselves off with a pool towel I found in the back of my Jeep, we stretched back out on the sleeping bag, not bothering with our clothes but simply enjoying the feel of each other. I laid my head on his shoulder, and he kissed the top of my head while wrapping his arm around me, lazily brushing his fingertips down the length of my arm. I stroked my fingers up and down the center of his chest and finally gave voice to the thoughts that had been getting louder and louder in my head this week, no matter how much I tried to ignore them.
“I’m scared of leaving, Sammy.”
I felt his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, but he didn’t say anything, and I didn’t know what that silence meant. I propped myself up on my elbow so I could look at him. When he remained silent, I leaned forward and kissed the cluster of freckles below his left eye, pulling back just a few inches, hoping I could puzzle out what he was thinking just by reading those chocolate-brown eyes. “I don’t want to leave you.”
He reached up and ran his fingers through my hair. “You know you have to, though, right? You can’t stay here for me.”
“What if I did? What if I stayed?”
He propped himself up, his elbow underneath him as he glared at me in the dark. “You can’t be serious. Golden boy, that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth.”
