“I’ll show you why a prostate feels sogood.”
I hate to admit it, but I want to be the one to make him feel that pleasure, to know I give Jesse whatever hedesires.
15
Jesse
Igaspas he slides his middle and forefinger within me, deeper, pushingback.
It feels so good being in his arms and having the water move against our bodies as I force my tongue into hismouth.
In this moment, we’re lost in one another, leaving behind the rest of the world. In the back of my mind, some part of me keeps calling out to remind me about Ty, yet a greater part of me is just consumed with lust and greed like it was when I kept teasing Eric, pushing, urging,insisting.
I knew what I was fucking doing all along, and I could tell with every response, every gaze, every time he submitted, that despite how much we resisted, we would eventually give in to our desires. Once we did, that pent-up tension, that feeling that we had to push away, pull apart, dissolved as we just grabbed at each other’sbodies.
As he makes his way farther inside me, I find myselfmoaning.
“I want to make you feel so good,” hesays.
“Show me how good I canfeel.”
As our lips lock once again, a powerful sensation ripples throughme.
He caresses up and down my back with his free hand as he continues pushing with his other into me. With a subtle movement, I feel him sweep across some sensitive spot briefly, but then he moves his fingers back to it. He massages ever-so-gently, and a rush sweeps through my body and travels up my spine. Soon, the sensation radiates through my entire body, pricking at myflesh.
My dick is painfully hard, and the intensity of the eruption of energy within forces me to gasp outloud.
“Holy shit…isthat—”
“Yes,” he says, his breath against my face. He growls softly as he continues stimulatingme.
“God, how do you know where it’sat?”
“It feels softer…tenderer. This is where experience really comes inhandy.”
Experience. That’s what I love about him. He has that experience. Whatever we do, he won’t be fumbling around, confused the way I was when I first started hooking up with girls. If he fucks me, he could do it like a pro. He could show me exactly what makes fucking a guy so incredible. I can tell by this sizzling-hot chemistry between us in this moment that he could take me to places I’ve never been before, open me up to a whole new array ofsensations.
His lips are against mine in no time before something catches his attention. He turns away, and the pressure on that spot within me dissolves as his fingers pullback.
I follow his line of sight and spot some people—a wife and husband and two kids, carrying picnic gear. They make their way onto the otherwise emptybeach.
Eric slides out of me swiftly and pullsaway.
I’m on edge, unnerved even. Not at Eric. I understand why he had to do that, but this feeling of disappointment courses through my body. I’m so fucking pissed we had tostop.
As his gaze wanders, shifting around the water like he doesn’t want to make eye contact with me, I know it’s because he feels guilty for what we shared, and he’s thinking about what that means for himself, for hisson.
It reminds me of how selfish I’ve been this whole trip. I’ve been pushing and encouraging something we both should know better than to pursue, but the guilty feeling within me isn’t worse than the emptiness I feel for having been stripped of something that felt so delicious and intoxicating while it washappening.
Eric keeps quiet and swims away from me, to theshore.
The longer I’m away from his body, the easier it is for me to come to my senses, to see all those logical reasons why I’m the worst best friend in the fuckingworld.
An awkwardness lingers between us as we make our way ashore while the family sets up their picnic on the other side of the beach. We don’t chat or exchange eye contact. It isn’t right, because I feel like after what happened in the water, we should be sharing so much more. But shortly after, he suggests we head back to the condo. When we get into the cab, I’m lost in a sea of confusing thoughts. Reminding myself of the facts or issues that stand in the way of me and Eric doesn’t keep me from wanting him. He stirred my initial curiosity, and now that he’s touched upon an answer to a lingering question—about how it would feel—I can’t let thisgo.
It was so much better than I could’ve imagined, than anything in my research could’ve let me know. I had to experience the way pleasure could move through me, consume me, to really understand what Eric had the power to unlock within me, but now it’s over. If ever there was an opportunity for the two of us to act on what we’re feeling, that was it. Now we’ll go back to the condo, and I’ll spend the rest of the vacation with Ty. We’ll spend our days at the beach and our nights hanging at the bars, me hanging in suspense, fantasizing about the pleasure Eric could have brought me. But instead of pleasure, there will just be more awkwardness betweenus.
We’ll both know what we felt, but never be able to act uponit.
