“I want you to…I can bottom—” My jaw snaps shut when he starts laughing and my cock wilts slightly.
His hands come up to my face, cupping my jaw, rubbing his thumbs over my cheeks. He’s chuckling, but his eyes are bright with affection, his touch caring. “Honey, I’m the bottom. You’re the top.”
I smirk, my cock coming back online at the thought of sinking inside his impossible heat, feeling that tightness around my length. “You want me in charge?” He laughs harder but I know it’s not at my expense.
“Absolutely not. I’m a top from the bottom kind of guy.”
“Oh, yeah? What does that mean?” I’m naïve and uneducated when it comes to two men being together. It might sound odd, but I haven’t looked up anything, wanting Oscar to teach me everything.
“I’ll show you.” With surprising speed and strength, Oscar wraps his legs around my waist and flips us over until he’s hovering above me. Eyes smoldering, he leans down to kiss me gently. The tenderness of his lips, his hands caressing my face once again, threatens to unman me. I wrap my hands around his wrists and hold on for the ride. “Thank you so much for offering to bottom, Brandon. I know how scary that can be and for you to even consider that so soon is incredible.”
Oscar shifts back until he’s on my thighs, his dick rubbing against my cock as it stands proud between us. “Do you have any lube?” I nod, twisting my upper body to reach into my bedside drawer for the brand-new bottle I bought the other day on a whim. He smiles gratefully as he takes it. “Condom?” I grab one of those too. “I’m on PrEP,” he pauses at my curious expression. “Sorry, it’s a prophylactic medicine to prevent HIV. I want to use condoms until we are both tested and can show each other negative results for an STD panel.”
“Not gonna lie,” I thrust up, my hands traveling up his torso to tease his nipples, “your conscientious nature is super sexy.”
“I believe in safety,” he whispers seductively, leaning down to speak against my lips, “precautions, and mutual respect.”
“Fuck me!” He laughs at my exclamation, but I ain’t joking. I love this side of him. I sit up enough to lick his nipple and suckle it while pinching the other between my fingers. I hear the tearing of the foil packet, and moan with his nipple against the roof of my mouth when he rolls the condom down my cock. The snick of the bottle registers, but I’m too busy switching nipples. He coats my covered cock, then arches his back and thrusts his chest closer to me. I pull back enough to peer around his body, curious what he’s doing.
“Jesus.” His finger disappears between his rounded cheeks, then a second, and then a third. I watch him with rapt attention open himself up, his lower body rocking, his dick weeping and twitching against my abs. “You are so fucking hot, Oscar. All the time, but right now…fuck. Please. I need inside you.”
“I know, babe. We’ll get there, it’ll be worth the wait.” I can’t watch him anymore or I’ll explode. Instead, I grab his dick and bend awkwardly to lick across the head. He hisses, his hips moving faster, see-sawing between his own fingers and my mouth. “Yes! God, yes!”
Hand to my forehead, Oscar pushes me to my back, knee-walks until my cock is grazing his ass and holds it up behind him. Eyes locked with mine; he bears down against my crown and slowly lowers until it pops inside the tight ring of muscle.
I’ve never felt anything so fucking tight in my life! I’m instantly addicted to his constrictive channel, the heat of his body intense and overwhelming. Feeling him open around me, it’s so different from my female partners; more special, a deeper connection. Maybe it’s because it’s Oscar, someone I care about with everything I’ve got.
His fingers curl into the muscles of my pecs, his palms pressing into my chest for balance and leverage. Our pelvises meet and we both moan at the sensation. I’m completely inside him; he surrounds me like no one else ever has…or ever will. He begins a slow roll of his hips. Just before my tip leaves his welcoming warmth, he slides back down, only to retreat again. It’s torture. It’s bliss. It’s us.
“You feel so good, baby,” I tell him breathlessly.
“So full. So, so full.”
“You’re taking me so well. I’m trying not to cum, Oscar, but I want to, so bad. I want to cum inside you and watch it leak fromyour well-used hole.” His eyes flare at my words, a little smirk tipping his lips.
“Is that so? And what do I get out of such a messy finish?”
“Me. You get all of me.” I answer honestly, never meaning anything more in my life. A vow. A promise. An oath. A softness comes over his features, and like an invisible string, it pulls me up to meet him, but he pushes me to my back.
“Ah. Ah. Ah. You stay right there, Brandon. This is my show, remember?” I bend my arms behind my head and sit back for the show. I’m a little shocked at this side of him. Oscar Kusner is khaki and button-down shirts, neat hair, band nerd. No one would believe that he possesses this sensuality, or his filthy fucking mouth. His hands tighten on my chest as he shifts to his feet. “I hope you enjoy the program.” I laugh, having heard that same sentence from his mouth in front of a stadium full of people and a crowded auditorium when he announces the band.
My laughter dies when he begins to bounce. He takes me so deep, the friction of his speed pulling my balls taut. He pinches my nipples, tugging them almost to the point of pain as he moves faster. Harder. I lick my lips, watching his dick bounce and slap against his lower stomach and mine.
“You want to cum inside me?” I nod, my eyes darting between his dick and mine as it splits him in two. “Make me cum.” My eyes snap to his. I suck in a harsh breath at how dark his eyes have become, his pupils blown wide with arousal. “Use those sexy fucking muscles to work the cum from my balls. You want? Earn it.”
Filthy. Fucking. Mouth.
My arms are long enough; I flick and thumb his nipple while jacking his dick. I move in rhythm with him, and it’s moments before I feel my spine tingle. “I’m close, Oscar. I can’t hold—”
“Together,” his voice sounds foreign, a texture to it that flays my skin and leaves me feeling raw. I grunt and groan, my back arching slightly as cum jets from my balls up my length and into the condom. There isn’t a single part of me that isn’t disappointed that there is a barrier between us. I have never wanted to fuck anyone ungloved, but Oscar…I want nothing to separate us. “I know, I wish I could feel it inside me!” He moans, drops his head back, and climaxes spectacularly. His dick jerks in my hand, swelling as volley after volley explodes from the purple tip. It lands on my chin, my cheek, my chest, and dribbles onto my stomach and hand.
He whines, batting my hand away. I didn’t even realize I was still stroking him. We both fight to catch our breath, no doubt his heart racing as fast as mine. “Fuck,” he hisses when my softening cock falls from his well-used hole. I wince when the cool air of my house hits my exposed cock, but don’t move. I can’t. He falls next to me, and we lay there for a while just existing.
“Are you, alright?” he asks sometime later.
Smiling, I answer, “I am. I am so alright.” I hum, letting the euphoria travel across my body and settle in my heart. “It’s just…it’s never felt like that before.”
“Well, I do have a Grade-A ass.”
