“Yes. Do it.”
There’s more resistance this time around, but eventually, the two digits pass through the ring of muscle. He gets me used to it, fingers in, then out, before he starts exploring, fingers curling and rubbing against the inside. “I want to find your prostate. Tell me where it feels good.”
He’s massaging the side of me that’s closest to my stomach. Closest to my dick. “Try a bit deeper,” I whisper. And then: “I think I feel something, but it’s really light. If you push down just a bit—”
Suddenly, I jolt, my stomach flattening on the mattress. After a second to gather myself, I look back. Jude’s watching me, a little shocked, limply holding up two slick fingers. And then he laughs. “I’m guessing that’s it?”
“I didn’t expect it to feel like that.”
“Like what?”
Warm, and kind of like I was about to pee, but not really. “Weird,” I say. “But good.”
“You said you’d fingered yourself before,” he says.
“Yeah, but I’ve never managed to get the right angle. It’s difficult, doing it to yourself.”
He’s smiling.
“What?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “I’m just pleased with myself. Let me do it again.”
I get back on my hands and knees and spread my legs even wider to give him better access. He strokes my cock once and, seemingly satisfied that I’m still erect, slips his fingers inside me. They go in easily, and he pushes down on my prostate again. Ishake slightly but manage not to jump. Ohh, it’s nice. And as time goes on, it becomes less weird and more…amazing.
“Can you go a little harder? And faster?”
“Patience.”
“Jude,” I whine.
“I’ll go as hard and as fast as you want when my cock’s inside you.”
I bury my burning face into the pillow in front of me. He lets go of my erection and touches my back. “Hey,” he says in a softer voice. “What is it?”
“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong. I just like it when you talk to me like that.” The pillow muffles my words.
“Like what?”
“Don’t play dumb.”
He strokes my back and I shiver.
“Like what?” he repeats.
I glare at him over my shoulder because Iknowhe’s playing dumb. “When you say dirty things,” I whisper.
“You were the one with a filthy mouth at school,” he says. “Remember how you told me how much you wanted to suck my cock. How you promised to swallow my cum?”
My face burns, but Jude grins, still stroking my back, fingers trailing from my neck, down between my shoulder blades, to the centre of my hips. “I can’t wait to fuck you, Aaron,” he whispers. “Your ass is going to feel so good around me.”
My embarrassment fades, replaced with urgency. “Can we do it now?”
His eyes flit from me to my backside. “I’m going to be a bit bigger than two fingers,” he says cautiously.
“It’s okay,” I say. “I can take it.”
He nods and slips his fingers out. I flip over so I’m on my back. I want to see him, and I don’t want to miss a single detail. I reach over and pull out a condom from my drawer — I bought apacket earlier today — and hand it to Jude. He tears the wrapper, takes it out, then pauses. “I’ve never used one of these before, and now I’m wondering which way I’m meant to put it on.”
