After applying lube to my dick and Marcello’s hole, I use my glistening hand to play with his cock which is hard against his lower stomach. I’ll miss not having it inside me, I think briefly, but then I remember that there’s no end date to what we’re doing. Not anymore. This is not a once-a-week Sunday sex lesson. This is the start of our forever.
“Fuck, I love watching you play with me.” Marcello curls up his upper body, a hand behind his head and his eyes pinned on my movements.
“Watch me as I spread you open for me,” I tell him and push the pad of a lube-wet finger against his hole with my other hand. I go as slow as I can, waiting until there is a little give so I can push in gently.
“Push down on me,” I tell him.
“What?”
“Bear down.”
“Like I want to do a shit?”
“Yeah, kinda.” I rub him gently in the way I know he likes.
When his hole gives a little, I slide the tip of my finger in. I keep it like that, only up to the first knuckle and wait for him to adjust.
“That okay?” I keep stroking his dick but with a loose grip and a slow pace.
“Yeah. You can go deeper.
I watch him as I do. He flinches slightly as I push past the second ring of muscle and then he exhales, roughly.
“Still okay?
He nods, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
“Ready for another finger?”
“Yeah,” he grunts.
I take my hand off his dick and reach for the lube. I squeeze more out onto my hand and apply it to my middle finger. After pulling my index finger out of Marcello, I press back against his hole with two digits. I’m momentarily taken aback by how hot and silky smooth and tight he is around my fingers, but then I focus on Marcello. There’s no flinching, but he is holding his breath.
“Breathe.” I stroke his leg, from his knee down to his groin.
“Two fingers feels… different.”
“I know. It can feel like a lot.”
“And yet you take me so easily, so well.”
I melt with his praise, but don’t dwell on it. I have a job to do. “And you’re taking me brilliantly too.” I push my fingers in a little deeper and search for the firm texture of his prostate.
“I don’t know if I can take more than this.” Shifting his hips a little.
“You don’t have to,” I tell him and kiss his knee.
“I want to!” His voice is raised.
“Then we’ll try, but you have to remember I’ve been doing this for years. This is your very first time. I don’t have any expectations.”
“Well, I do. I want this to be perfect. It’s our first time since I told you I love you.”
I feel like my heart is blowing up like a balloon inside my chest. “And I love you, but we have forever to try this.”
“Forever?” Marcello cocks an eyebrow.
“Well, if we keep working out and eating well, who knows?” I tease back.
