Reiter pulled back from me. “I suppose we shall stop what we were doing then.”
I blinked in surprise. “I’m sorry, did I put you off?”
“No,” Reiter said quickly, his head jerking in a shake on the floor. “But I probably have done so for you.”
“No,” I said. “I want to keep going, if you are willing.”
Reiter smiled, and his body sat up and slid over mine again. “Very willing.”
The lump in his trousers had lessened, as had my own, but he started to rub up against me, and I could feel the passion building inside of me once more. His fingers slid down to grasp one of my nipples through my shirt and gave it a light squeeze. I moaned as heat once again flooded my veins, arcing out from that tiny nub. He rolled it between his fingers, and I gasped, my hips rocking upward so we suddenly ground against one another. Next to me, I heard him groan. My thoughts wandered to if it was disconcerting for him to watch his own body and feel its pleasure while not being attached to it. But then he thumbed my other nipple and gave it a sharp tweak, and my mind snapped back to the large, firm frame against mine. He was so warm, as warm as any human would be, and I realized that I liked being under him this way. I felt secure and protected.
One of Reiter’s hands slowly slid down my chest, down my stomach, and I inhaled as he brushed over the waist of my trousers. His fingers paused in their slide. “Is this all right?” he asked, just a hint of concern in his voice.
“Yes,” I said, turning to give him a reassuring smile. “I will tell you if I want to stop.”
Reiter smiled at me, and I couldn’t resist leaning over to give him a kiss before settling onto my back again. His fingers dipped briefly just inside my trousers before he pulled his hand back again. I was about to open my mouth in protest when his hand suddenly palmed the front of my breeches, giving me a warm, gentle squeeze. I gasped, my hips arching upward toward his touch. He squeezed me again, and delicious fire welled in my belly.
“Does that feel good?” he asked, and I nodded, licking my lips nervously.
His hand rubbed up and down the front of my trousers for a moment, each brush of his fingers drawing my attention. I moaned a little louder, then flushed, pressing my lips together.
Reiter laughed. “No one will hear you, Ichabod,” he soothed. “You may be as loud as you wish.” He gave me a devilish grin next to me. “I like hearing your voice.”
That made me blush like a school maiden again. But I realized that since I was letting him pleasure me without returning the favor, I could at least let him hear my appreciation. His hand stroked up and down for a minute, and my hips jerked as I writhed under him, gasping each time his hand slid back up.
“May I undo these?” he asked, motioning to the lacing that held my trousers in place.
“Yes,” I breathed. His fingers made quick work of the laces, loosening them, and then using both hands to slide them down over my hips, just enough for my cock to spring free. I felt my whole body flush. Other than my mother when I was a child, no one else had seen this part of me, and my hands twitched to cover myself. I fought the desire and instead raised my hands over my head, gripping my makeshift pillow to keep them out of the way. I thought he might continue to take my trousers off, but he left them in place.
“All is well?” Reiter asked.
I licked my lips and nodded. “This is new for me.”
“I know,” Reiter soothed, running one hand down the flat of my stomach. “May I touch you?”
“Yes,” I said, hearing the hitch in my breath.
He smiled next to me, his hands drifting down my lower belly until he wrapped his warm fingers around the base of my shaft and gave it a firm but gentle squeeze. I gasped, my hands jerking a little, but I did not remove them from where my fingers gripped my coat. He stroked his hand up my cock in a movement that made me dizzy for a moment. When he reached the tip, I let out a breathy moan, trying not to squirm too much so he could handle me. He stroked down my shaft again, then up, starting up a slow rhythm that made me whine, my hips jerking when he would reach the tip. “Reiter,” I groaned.
“You like that?” he said in a low, slightly smug tone.
“Yes,” I whispered. My eyes closed, just letting my body enjoy the sensations of being touched so intimately. I heard rustling, and I opened my eyes to see Reiter still stroking me with one hand while he fumbled with his trouser front with the other. “You can- mm… You can use both hands if you need to.”
Reiter’s head smirked next to me, and suddenly he enclosed my cock in both of his hands, stroking up and down. I nearly shot up from my prone position, not expecting the new sensation. “Nngh, Reiter!” I gasped, half pleasure, half protest.
Reiter chuckled and let go of me entirely to undo his trousers and pull his own hard cock out. I was not sure what to expect, having never seen another man undressed before me. His own cock was thicker than mine by a not-insubstantial amount, and just as long. I inhaled as I looked at it, my own dick twitching with what I assumed was desire, or maybe jealousy. My fingers clenched tighter above my head, feeling a blush color my face again. “I have never seen another man like this.”
Reiter grinned, sliding his hand down to stroke it over his own length. “Would you like to touch it?”
I did want to touch it. I loosed my fingers from above my head and sat up, suddenly much closer to Reiter’s chest. I hesitantly reached out and caressed the tip with my palm. It was soft and silky, and I curled my hand curiously around it, giving a slow stroke from top to bottom, the way Reiter had been with me, watching his soft foreskin move under my touch. A shiver ran through him, but he otherwise held still for my ministrations. My fingers traced up the veins on the underside, and he made an appreciative sound when my thumb ran up the underside of the head. I did that again, and he moaned louder, a shudder making him jerk a little toward my touch.
“Am I doing it correctly?” I asked.
Reiter clamped his lips together to hold back what I assumed was a burst of laughter, the sound coming out as a soft snort through his nose. “There is no ‘correct’ way to do it, Ichabod. I am enjoying it, if that’s what you are asking me.”
I flushed slightly. As a schoolmaster, doing things ‘correctly’ had been drilled into me. But I supposed Reiter was right. There were many ways to bring pleasure, and this was entirely new to me. I stroked over his cock again before his hand landed on mine, making me jump and let out a rather inarticulate squeak. Reiter began to tease me with his fingertips. He alternated between that and stroking me with his hand. Shudders were rushing through me, making me moan and gasp and writhe.
Reiter pulled back, and I took the time to catch my breath. “That was amazing.”
