I’ve been with three guys in my lifetime. Once apiece. Two of them were in college. The last one was almost seven years ago. Give or take a year.
It’s not that I’m primarily into women. It’s that I have more access to women as someone who isn’t openly… anything. I’ve never said I was straight, bisexual, or otherwise. Quite frankly, it’s never come up, and I’ve not given it much thought. My sexuality simply doesn’t matter.
I take my time and use plenty of lube to spread his hole for me. I may take far more time than I need to, but I’m not going to hurt him. That means he needs to be extra stretched.
He doesn’t hate it. Either I’m doing a damn good job of easing him open or he greatly enjoys what I’m doing. His moans are quiet, and he only winces once. Otherwise, he’s been entirely into it. There’s no sign of impatience. No complaints. He remains on his hands and knees for me as I prep his tight body.
When I’m relatively sure he’s good to go, I put the condom on and urge him onto his side. Lubing myself up and getting in position behind him, I wrap my arms around his torso to keep him snug. “You’re allowed to tell me to stop at any time. Understand?”
He nods.
“I don’t care what the reason is. If it hurts or if you don’t like this position or if you simply changed your mind, I’ll stop. I won’t be angry.”
Shively sighs. “I know.”
I hope that’s the truth. With him tightly in my arms, I begin placing pressure against his hole. My dick slides in almost immediately—probably from my expert stretching. I loosened his pretty hole up good! However, I make sure I’m extra slow after that and ease in gently, giving Shively plenty of time to adjust to me.
I might be exaggerating what he needs, but I’m not convinced he’s going to tell me what he needs since he wouldn’t tell me what he wants. So I take my time getting inside him then take my time again working up to full thrusts.
I’m so caught up in making sure I don’t hurt him that how good he feels is lost somewhere in the back of my mind. Right up until he says, “Holy fuck,” and grabs his cock.
A rush of pleasure surges through me, and I grunt, snapping my hips inside him harder than I meant to. Before I can apologize, his gasp turns into a moan and he repeats, “Holy fuck.”
“That feels good, Shiv?”
He nods. “I’m going to come.”
Ah. This man was meant to be a bottom. “Not yet. Don’t come yet, Shiv.”
He whines, and yep, that does it. I lose a little of my self-control and begin fucking him with far more purpose.
CHAPTER 3
DASAN
Ihaveimagined fucking Shivelylike this a few times, but never in my wildest dreams did I think he’d sound so damn good. You can always hope that the person you’re fucking is as into it as you are, but sometimes, they’re just not. Regardless of gender. Sometimes, your needs and theirs just don’t line up.
It’s clear with every deep thrust into him that he’s enjoying it.
“You’re so good,” I grunt.
Shively whimpers. This big, elegant manwhimpersfor me.
“So tight and hot,” I moan. “Look how well you fit my dick, Shiv. You like that? Like my dick inside you?”
“So big,” he whimpers. “God, I need to come.”
I pull his hand from his cock and keep it in mine. His whine gets louder, more desperate. “I’m going to come inside you,” I gasp. It’s right there. Just out of reach. I don’t have the breath to assure him that I’m wearing a condom, but I think he knows I put one on.
“Want me to come inside you, Shiv?”
“Yes,” he gasps. “My hole makes you feel good.”
I tuck my face into his neck and squeeze him a little tighter. “You can come on my dick as soon as I come. Understand?”
Shively nods wildly. “Come, Dasan. Please. Come in my hole.”
I do. It’s abrupt and intense. I gasp, then my eyes cross as his body tightens around my dick in the middle of my orgasm. It’s so damn good I have tears in my eyes when it’s over.
