“A real mouthful that was, fella,” Eoghan husked, kissing my hip bones. “I take it y’enjoyed yourself?”
I groaned my confirmation, unable to form a coherent sentence. Just as I was beginning to get into Eoghan’s slow, shallow thrusting, a strange, aching desperation for more overcoming me, he pulled away.
“I’d forgotten t’ ask ya how y’liked it ‘fore we started, but y’seemed t’ like a finger well enough, now. Can I feck ya?” he asked, clambering up my body.
“I’ve never—” I mumbled.
“Ah, that’s alright by me, like,” Eoghan replied. “I’m keen if y’are.”
Though my gut churned with nerves, I nodded my head. Eoghan was in no hurry and despite my attempts to rush ahead, he held firm, forcing me to take the time to relax into the moment and think about what was about to happen. In my fantasies I’d always been the felladoingthe fucking, and yet now I was here, I couldn’t deny I was excited to experience this new facet of my sexuality. Eoghan knew what he was doing, I could tell by his demeanour, and I was somewhat relieved to have someone to guide me through everything.
When neither of us could wait any longer, Eoghan and I stripped out of the remainder of our clothes. I lay back against the pillows, splayed out and lazily stroking my semi-hard cock as it began to return back to life. Turned out Eoghan was bob on with his assessment of my stamina, but I didn’t have it in me to be embarrassed about it now.
I watched Eoghan as he dug through a drawer, turning to chuck a tube of lube and a johnny onto the bed beside me.
“Jaysus, y’fine as all hell,” he murmured, sidling up to me, his gaze raking over my body. He walked forward on his knees before leaning over me. With his handwrapped around the base of his cock, he held it out to me, and I eagerly took him up on the offer. As soon as my mouth was around him, he groaned and I swore that moment would be forever burnt into my memory.
I’d enjoyed Eoghan sucking me off – perhaps a little too much – but this? This was somehow better, and it wasn’t even me that was on the receiving end. Every low moan or breathy sigh I drew from Eoghan was like a bolt of electricity to my dick and soon I wasn’t rightly sure who was enjoying themselves more.
“SweetJaysus,y’got a mouth on ya,” Eoghan muttered, stroking his hand through my hair as I sucked on him. “I’d be eatin’ me words about minute men in a wee bit, aye. Y’drivin’ me crazy.”
Eoghan allowed me to continue for a few moments more before he was roughly pushing me off him. I wiped my mouth off, a little disappointed I wasn’t going to be able to taste his cum but also burning with desire and excitement over what was coming next.
Whilst I caught my breath, swiping a palm over my sweaty face, I watched Eoghan rip open the wee johnny, rolling it down his shaft before coating it liberally in lubricant.
“Roll over,” he instructed. I did as he asked, breathing hard and fighting against a fresh flurry of nerves.
To my surprise, Eoghan didn’t plough straight ahead, instead he buried his face between my cheeks, his hot, wet tongue snaking from between his lips to lick my hole. I tensed up, grabbing a fistful of bedding in each hand as I moaned into the pillow.
“What’re ya doin’?” I spluttered when I could catch my breath. “That’s feckin’… That’s too much.”
“Just a wee bit o’ rimmin’ t’ get y’goin’, like,” Eoghan replied, voice muffled by my arse cheeks. “Y’like it well enough, do y’not?”
My cock answered for me, throbbing against the bed. With Eoghan’s tongue teasing my hole, I felt the muscles there pulse in time with my dick. I didn’t have to be able to see him to know he was smiling. Wee sneaky bastard knew what he was doing to me alright.
“A’right, let’s get goin’, now,” Eoghan eventually murmured, easing his body over the top of mine. “I’ll go slow. Ya’d be tellin’ me if it’s too much, y’hear?”
I gripped the sheets until my knuckles turned white and nodded, holding my breath. I felt the head of Eoghan’s cock nudge at my hole, the lube cold in stark contrast to the heat of his tongue.
“Ah, an’ John-Francis?”
I turned my head quizzically.
“Ya’d be better off breathin’ through it. Doncha go holdin’ back and passin’ out, now.”
Obediently, I released a shaky breath and Eoghan pushed forward. I felt my hole stretching past the point of comfort and I tensed up, my body fighting against the intrusion.
“Easy,” Eoghan sighed. “Easy, now. Relax yourself or I’ll be hurtin’ ya.”
Summoning a sense of willpower I didn’t know I possessed, I forced myself to relax. I focussed on my breathing, on the thundering of my heart against my ribs and Eoghan pushed forward once more.
It was uncomfortable, but when Eoghan paused, finally fully seated inside me, I had to admit it hadn’t been as agonising as I’d been expecting.
“That’s good,” he groaned, palming my arse. “That’s so feckin’ good.”
His praise lit me up and I pushed myself back against him. It was subtle, but my request for more wasn’t denied. Eoghan leant over me, resting his weight in one arm whilst he used the other to hold me steady. His thrusts were slow, barely moving at first but as I grew more and more relaxed Eoghan became bolder with his strokes.
Soon enough, he was rolling his hips back and forth, fucking me in a deep, driving motion that had me moaning into the pillows like a wee bitch. It felt so fucking good and my mind hurtled back to memories of that centrefold. I remembered being confused, disbelieving that having another fella’s cock rammed in your arse could ever feel good. I’d had myself convinced that perhaps it was something they suffered for their partner’s sake… I’d never been so glad to be wrong.
