“Ready to be ridden by me, boy?”
Curtis squirmed under him, licked his lips, fisted his hands. “Yes, Master.”
“Don’t forget, no coming before I tell you to. Though with the ring, you should have a hard time.” Andrew grinned at his own pun.
“Yes, Master.” Curtis didn’t sound amused but rather desperate.
Slowly, savoring every second of it, Andrew lowered himself on Curtis’s cock, held himself open with both hands, which did put a strain on his thighs, but he refused to do this with a crane. He wasn’t that old yet, dammit. The cockhead bumped against his hole, which twitched in anticipation. Andrew took a deep breath, lowered himself farther, let gravity help. It felt great. Better than anything he would have dreamed of. Combined with Curtis’s desperate moans, it was already among the top five sexual experiences Andrew had ever had. Sleeping with Curtis for the first time being number one. A slight burn started in his rim, reminding him that this was his first time, but it was more pleasurable than anything else. He stilled for a moment to get used to the stretch before he let himself sink down to the hilt. The leather from the cock ring tickled his asscheeks while he moved his hips around a bit to get comfortable. Curtis’s deep moans only made the experience that much better, the feel of Curtis’s hands on his thighs almost unbearably sweet.
“You’re so beautiful, boy. So perfect. So deep inside me.”
“Please, Master. I won’t last even with the cock ring if you keep saying things like that.”
“If you don’t last, I have to punish you, boy. You know that.”
“Not helping, Master.” Curtis whimpered.
“No coming, boy.” Andrew used his sternest Dom voice. “I want to enjoy my first ride with you.”
“Yes, Master. For you.”
“For me. For us. Forever.” Andrew bent down to kiss Curtis, which did enjoyable things to his filled ass. He straightened again, determined to find out what else he had been missing all those years. First he went up again, until Curtis’s cock almost slipped out, then down again, reveling in how full he felt. He did that for quite some time, increasing the pace, enjoying the feeling in his ass as much as the groans spilling from his boy’s lips. His thighs started to tremble from the strain, making his movements a bit shaky, which led to a twist of his hips that had him seeing stars.Prostatewas all he could think before his body made the same movement again, all on its own. Andrew knew immediately he wouldn’t last much longer. This was simply too good. He looked down on his boy, who was staring at him with wide eyes, clearly fighting for control himself. Andrew stilled for a moment to reach for the cock ring and open it. Then he started gyrating again, rubbing his prostate on Curtis’s cockhead in a quick rhythm. All too soon he felt the tingling of his oncoming orgasm in his spine. He barely managed to shout, “Now, boy. Come now!” before his own seed shot from him in wild spurts. Curtis screamed his name, dug his fingers into Andrew’s thighs, and arched his back, following him over the edge.
It took several minutes before Andrew got his breathing back under control. It was then he realized he was lying heavily on Curtis’s upper body, most probably making it difficult for his boy to breathe. Groaning, he got upright, which caused an interesting sensation in his ass, where Curtis’s cock was still buried.
“Wow, Master. That was… I don’t have words for it.”
“It was incredible. Amazing. Perfect. Thank you, boy. You made my first time something I will never forget.”
“You never forget the first.” A smug grin played around Curtis’s lips. Andrew kissed it, drunk on orgasm and general happiness.
“I can’t ever forget you, since I very much hope you’ll also be my only one from here on out until you are also my last.”
“You’re so sweet. I love you, Master Andrew. With all my heart.”
“And I love you, Curtis. More than anything.”
He groaned. “I think it’s time to get cleaned up. We’re a mess.”
“A true romantic, just how I like my men.” Curtis giggled, then made a face. “It is a little sticky, though. Shower?”
“Definitely. And perhaps….” Andrew hesitated. “Perhaps we should get tested sooner than later. Next time we do this, I want to feel your cum inside me.”
“It would be my pleasure.” Curtis grinned. Andrew bent down to open the straps on his legs before helping him up.
They dealt with the condom and took the best shower ever, as far as Andrew was concerned.
Epilogue
“I’M SOnervous, Curtis. What if something goes wrong? What if Martin decides at the last minute he doesn’t want me? These things happen, you know, all the time, and in millions of parallel universes, Martin does exactly that: he dumps me at the altar, washes his hands of me, and takes somebody else, though in millions of alternate universes, we never meet, or don’t get together, or die before we even reach adulthood, or marry somebody else, or….” Collin had finally run out of breath, which gave Curtis the chance to pull his young friend into a firm hug. He felt the lean body tremble against his.
“It’s fine, Collin. Martin is already waiting for you under the oak tree out in the garden, together with the officiant and all our friends. Isn’t that so, Andrew?” Curtis looked at Andrew, who was on guard duty at the huge window of Collin and Martin’s bedroom.
“Yes, Collin. In fact, I think Martin looks a bit anxious. Maybe it’s time for you to get down there before he starts crying?”
Curtis knew Andrew had meant it as a joke, a way to distract Collin from his panic attack. His Dom had still a lot to learn.
“You think he starts crying? That’s not right, Curtis. Nobody should cry at a wedding, unless it’s a forced one, but we don’t do those, and not this one, surely, and did you know it hasn’t been that long that people married for money and status, not love, and sometimes they didn’t even know their partners before the wedding, though I think that might have been better sometimes, like a surprise and all people like surprises, though when your surprise is the person you’re going to spend the rest of your life with, then perhaps it’s not so good, unless you met somebody you totally clicked with, like Martin and me and I really think we should be going now or I’m going to lose my mind.”
“A wonderful idea, Collin.” Curtis took Collin’s hand to guide him out of the bedroom, down the stairs into the garden, where all their friends were waiting under the beautiful, minimalist decorations with paper lanterns in the colors of the rainbow, garlands made from silk flowers, because Collin didn’t want to kill something living simply for aesthetic pleasure, and two rows of burning garden torches, through which Curtis led Collin toward the old oak tree on Martin’s property, where Martin was already waiting with Richard as his best man, and the older lady who would be their officiant. The sun had almost completely set, the last deep red rays in perfect harmony with the flickering glow from the torches. Collin had wanted to have his wedding in the evening, when all the insects in the garden could be their orchestra. Curtis had to admit it was a charming idea, especially since the insects were definitely cooperating. It felt like a perfect evening outside after a long, leisurely day spent among friends. Emily joined them with Dog at her side. The guard dog was carrying a little basket with the rings in it, while Emily held a similar basket with little paper balls she and her friends in kindergarten had colored and squished.
When they reached Martin, he took Collin’s hand with a smile, his eyes glinting suspiciously. Curtis took his position next to Collin. A quick glance assured him Andrew had followed them down and was now watching the proceedings from his seat next to Leeland and Jonathan. The officiant started talking about love and commitment, which transported Curtis back almost seven months, before he met Andrew and thought he was doomed to spend the rest of his life alone. So much had changed in those few months, and Curtis couldn’t have been happier if he had scripted his love story himself. He and Andrew were growing closer every day, getting acquainted with each other’s quirks and peculiarities, learning their bodies, their lives. They had found their rhythm, in the bedroom or out of it, and Curtis couldn’t wait to get his Dom home tonight. Or perhaps tomorrow. Tonight, they would celebrate with their friends.
