“Fuck yes!” He grabs my T-shirt at the neck and tugs me against him, giving me a sloppy, hungry kiss that leaves me breathless. His tongue tastes of cinnamon from the Fireballs I bought him. He’s panting, too, when he pulls away, his eyes swimming. “But honestly, Mike, don’t be afraid of doing anything wrong. The most important part is lube and prep.” He wiggles his fingers at me teasingly.
“Prep. Right.”
We both undress slowly, putting our clothes away at the back of the tent. When we’re finally lying facing each other naked on the cool sleeping bags, the massiveness of the moment catches up with me. Trailing my fingers down his side, along his ribs, and his hip, I’m left speechless, in awe of what is about to happen. Of what Dennis is about to give me. I already know that I want to give myself to him like that someday, too. I want him to have me in all ways that matter. It’s true what I said. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I think my body knows instinctively on some level. It’s Dennis. My best friend. My boyfriend. The guy I’ve fallen harder for than I ever thought possible. Because I have. There’s no doubt about it; not with the way my heart thumps every time I see him. I’m in love with Dennis.
“You’re so beautiful, Den,” I say at the same time as he says, “Touch me, Mike.” We both laugh, our bodies shaking, pressed up against each other.
“Iamtouching you.”
He groans, grinding his hips impatiently against me, his hardness sliding along my thigh. “You know what I mean.”
I kiss him again, my hand moving from his hip, and down to his backside where I cup his ass. “Here? You want me here, baby?” Istroke my fingers across his smooth skin, goosebumps blossoming in their wake. I move my fingers closer to his crease, teasing it carefully. “Yes. Bullseye,” he gasps into my mouth.
I can’t help but chuckle. Who knew sex could be this fun? The immense pressure I’ve always had to feel something, anything, is gone. Now all I feel is this intense desire inside, like a ball of need slowly unfurling. And it’s all because of him.
I dip my fingers in between his ass cheeks, stroking back and forth. Dennis jerks his hips when I brush his hole, his dick digging into my stomach, leaking precum onto my skin. I can smell his arousal, or perhaps it’s mine. Or both. He curses every time I brush across his hole, my fingers lingering just a few seconds longer each time.
“Mike, please.” He presses his ass back against my fingers, showing me where he wants me. “I need you. I need you so fucking much.”
“You have me,” I say, and he groans again, reaching for the bottle of lube next to his pillow.
“Here.” He clicks the lid open, his gaze fixed on the bottle. “Give me your hand.”
My mind goes blank. “Which hand?”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “Doesn’t matter. Justahand.”
“Okay.” I hold up my hand in front of him, and he pours a generous dollop of lube into my palm.
“Coat your fingers,” he says, his voice trembling. “You need to open me up.”
I hold my breath as I spread the cool liquid over my fingers. “Like this?”
“Yes, exactly like that.”
“How many fingers do I start with?” I look at my fingers, and while they’re thick, they’re definitely not the size of a dick.
“One. I’ll let you know when I’m ready for more.”
I nod at him gratefully. “Okay. But you’ll let me know if it doesn’t feel okay, right? Promise me, Den.”
His answer is to lean in and press a featherlight kiss against my lips, murmuring, “Always. I promise.” Then he moves onto his back, spreading his thighs in front of me, his hard cock slapping against his stomach. I take him in: the dark hair scattered from his belly button, down his stomach until reaching the base of his slender cock, his heavy balls nestled in more hair. Den’s scent wafts toward me, wrapping around me, making my mouth water. Reaching for the back of his thighs, he pulls his legs up against his chest until his knees meet his pecs. He’s a fucking revelation, all vulnerable and open for me. My gaze trails down to his ass, the skin pale against his otherwise tanned skin. And just like that, tan lines go to the top of the list of sexiest fucking things ever.
“Come,” he breathes, and I move toward him, sitting back on my haunches next to him. He releases one of his thighs and reaches for my wrist, guiding my lube-covered fingers down to his crease, until my fingers meet his pucker. “Go slow at first. That way it won’t hurt.”
In a daze, I take his lead, circling my index finger around his rim carefully. He jerks as soon as I touch him, then moans deeply as I continue to move my fingers around his hole. He’s so soft.
“That’s it. Now give me one of your fingers.”
Prodding at his pucker, I feel it tense beneath me, then give way as he relaxes and I ease in. He hisses, dropping his head back against the pillow, then moves against my hand. He’s so warm inside, so smooth. It feels unreal, and I’m afraid to move my hand.
“Please, Mike. Please. Move.” He clenches around me, and I start moving my finger in and out of his pulsing hole. The lube helps him take me easily. I lean in over him, fascinated by his body and how it invites me in. “More,” he begs, pushing forward to meet each of my strokes. My cock hardens at the sound of his obvious pleasure, and I grab it, giving ita few tugs. When I add another finger, he yells, “Fuck yes,” and reaches for his cock, squeezing the base. Clear liquid drips from the cockhead and glides down his hand.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking hot,” I grit, fucking him with my fingers, twisting them around inside him. His mouth falls open, his teeth glistening. His eyes are closed, his lashes dark against his skin, his bangs falling away from his forehead. I can’t believe he’s mine. “You’re so beautiful, Den. So beautiful.”
He hums something unintelligible, his hands twisting the synthetic fabric of his sleeping bag. I continue to thrust my fingers in and out of his hole, and when I hit something soft and spongy deep inside him, he goes wild, blabbering.
“Shit, Mike! Shit, shit, shit. Right fucking there.Shit!”
