“I thought you’d never say it.” I slammed my mouth on his so hard I was sure we’d both still feel it in the morning, and then I ran my tongue down his body until it reached its destination.
I took him in my mouth, his taste now so familiar, and sucked the head of his cock until he was bucking his hips, wanting more.
I replaced my mouth with my hand, slowing my movements but adding a bit of pressure.
“Can you reach out for the condoms and lube?” I asked, hoping he wouldn’t ask why I had those supplies in the first place. I’d only got them this afternoon when he was talking to Isaac and I had a chance to run down to the drug store around the corner from the center. “Um… bedside table.”
He reached to get the supplies but had to turn over, and since I hadn’t stopped touching him in some way or another, he was cursing me to hell, especially when I found a sensitive spot on the back of his knees. I would have to remember that for future reference.
When I saw he had a condom and the lube bottle in his hand, I lifted his hips so he turned completely and pulled him toward me, placing him on his knees.
“You have a fucking perfect ass, sweetheart.”
“You better get on with it and get in—Fuuuck,” he moaned as I ran my tongue down his crease. I nibbled on the globes of his ass and went back to swirling my tongue around his opening.
“David, stop... please!”
I froze. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you? Was that wrong?” I panicked. All I wanted was to make him feel good. Even with my nonexistent experience, I’d still watched plenty of porn and looked up information online to know what to do, but maybe Joel didn’t like what I was doing or it hurt or something.
“No, hell no! Another time you can go to town on my ass with your tongue, but I want to come with you inside me, and I was seconds away from blowing.”
“I’m that good, huh?” I asked with relief and a tinge of satisfaction.
He got up on his knees to face me and looking into my eyes as he said, “You’re fucking perfect, David.” He then lay down on his back and expertly rolled the condom down my cock and then placed the lube in my hand.
“Make me ready, baby.”
And so I did. I was nervous because I didn’t want to hurt him, but the noises he was making as my lubed finger moved in and out of his tight hole gave me the confidence to carry on. When he was ready and begging for my cock, I obliged.
Joel felt tight and warm, and having to enter him slowly only accentuated every single detail to me, his slow deep breaths, the light sheen of sweat on his forehead, his abdominal muscles contracting, and the soft muscle opening relaxing around me, but mostly, it was the look of pure bliss on his face.
It was almost too much. Both in the sense that I could come at any second and that I felt like my soul was finally latching on to its other half. How was it possible that I felt calm and exhilarated at the same time?
I almost didn’t realize I was fully seated inside Joel until he let out a content sigh. His eyes were half-lidded in abandoned pleasure. I was making this good for him, and I didn’t even know what the hell I was doing.
He started to move under me, which prompted me to follow suit. My hips wanted to move faster. The pressure on my lower back was telling me my orgasm was imminent, but that wasn’t what I wanted. This wasn’t about chasing my orgasm. This was about telling Joel how I felt, showing him so there was no doubt whatsoever.
“David, I’m close.” His breathing was erratic, and he was holding me close, using the heels of his feet to keep me inside him.
Without even withdrawing from him, I kept pushing in, trying to get further and further inside him, trying to find that place I knew was just for me, my home.
Our bodies were so close together there wasn’t an inch of space between us. I could feel Joel’s cock hard and leaking, desperate for release.
Joel brought his hands up to hold my face in place. “Look at me, David, I...”
He didn’t finish what he was going to say because his orgasm ripped through him like a house on fire. His eyes were closed and his eyebrows furrowed as though he was in pain, but I knew there was nothing but pleasure coursing through him.
Looking at him enjoying the aftershocks of his orgasm as he slowly opened his eyes was all it took for me to let it finally go. It was explosive, life-altering, and so much more than sex.
Neither of us could speak for a few minutes while we recovered. We just stared at each other in post-orgasmic bliss, unable to say a word.
It wasn’t late, but once we cleaned up and curled up together in bed again, it didn’t take long until I fell asleep. I woke up a few hours later needing to use the bathroom. Joel was in his usual sleeping position with his arms and legs around me, so I was careful to extract myself from him without waking him up.
I looked at the time. It was just past two in the morning. Joel was lying on my bed like he was meant to be there. I joined him, making sure to place his arms around me again and his leg on top of mine.
As he stirred slightly, holding me even tighter and nuzzling my neck, he uttered the words I’d been waiting to hear for a lifetime but also had the power to break me.
“Mmm, I love you...David.”
