He bites his lip, and I can tell he likes it that way. He wants to be fucked but still be in control.
“I take it you have all the stuff?” he asks me. “Lube, condoms?”
“Yes.”
“Where are they?”
“In the bedroom.”
“Then take me there.”
The way he says it doesn’t sound like a request but an actual order, and it makes my blood boil in the best possible way. I nod and walk ahead. When we’re there, I place myself before him, silently awaiting what he’ll say next, my arousal building again. Luckily, I don’t have to wait long.
“Take your clothes off.”
I can’t suppress the huff that leaves me. He’s barely even touched me, and yet my cock is rock-hard, dripping with precum. It’ll be relieved to be freed from my tight boxers, but I know that relief will only be short-lived. It won’t be long before I’ll need more.
Doing as he says, I quickly remove all my clothes, including my underwear. I step out of them and meet his gaze. His gaze falls on my crotch, and when it does, his lips part and his eyes widen. I know why: I could be considered a large guy. I’m usually proud of it, but now, standing in front of a guy I really like who’s not only a virgin but who also claims to be much smaller thanme, I’m less confident. I want him to like it, to want it. I want him to wantme.
At least it looks like he does. Lust fills his eyes when he looks at my crotch, and gently he brings his hand forward, slowly wrapping it around my cock. I have to close my eyes and let out a groan. Now that he’s touching me in my most intimate place, I’m about to lose my mind. I want to hurry this up, but at the same time, I want to take all the time in the world with him.
“Let me see you too, please?”
Upon hearing my question, he looks up at me, and his hand, which had just started slowly stroking, stops mid-motion and moves away. I curse mentally, but I can’t bring myself to regret my request.
He looks into my eyes. “There’s something I need to tell you first. Will you listen?”
I nod, even though my ears are ringing. Having a conversation right now will be challenging, but I’ll try my best. Anything for Luc.
“When I was sixteen, I was in love with someone,” he starts. “And we were going to have sex for the first time. But then, when I took my clothes off, he looked at me and... laughed. He laughed at me, said he was only interested in having sex with people with actual cocks, and left. He told all his friends about it, and they laughed at me too, doing this.” He raises his hand, lowering all fingers except his pinky—a mocking gesture he doesn’t need to explain further. “It was humiliating, and it broke my heart. I’ve carried that with me for five years. I thought I could never be naked in front of anyone again. But I think you’re different.”
My heart breaks for him a little. That settles it. I need to do whatever I can to make this right, whatever he needs to put that awful experience behind him.
“I am.” I nod. “I would never do that to you.”
“Because you have what you call a ‘kink.’”
“Well, yes, that too, but I would also never laugh at you.”
“Which is why I have to do something.” He takes a step away from me. “Sit down on the bed, okay? And just watch.”
I must say, I like the sound of that, and I do as he says, placing myself on the bed fully naked, watching him. Without a word, he slowly starts removing his clothes, his eyes stuck on mine. His intense gaze tells me he’ll consider it a personal offense if I look away from him, but that won’t be a problem. My eyes are latched onto him, following his every motion as he undresses.
He pulls his shirt off over his head and drops it on the floor, exposing his chest. I have to bite my lip. He looks like I expected, but somehow better, and I can’t wait to see what comes next.
“Do you want more?” he asks me.
“Yes, please give me more,” I reply, my voice cracking.
He smiles and slowly takes off his pants, looking at me as he does it. When they come off, a pair of dark blue boxers are revealed. I want to sink my teeth into them and pull until they come off. But that’s not what this is. I’m here to watch, nothing more, because as he stated, that’s what he needs from me. And I’ll be damned if I don’t try to fulfill every single one of his wishes.
It shows that so far he’s considered this easy. He’s been slowly taking off his clothes as if it were a game, unhesitant in how he looked at me, and chuckling when he noticed how different my voice sounded. But it’s clear to me that something’s different now he’s arrived at that last piece of clothing—the most important item, the one that will leave him exposed. I for one can’t wait, and I could never see myself being disappointed in what he’ll show me, but that doesn’t seem to matter to him. A rare uncertainty shows on his features, and there’s a sudden hesitation in his motions. He’s not looking at me anymore either.
“I told you, princess, I like them small. You don’t have to be insecure around me.”
His eyes meet mine seconds before he gives me a nod. He lets out a soft sigh as he readies himself to do it, leaving me in maddening suspense for a few seconds longer as his hands travel to his waistband but remain still.
Please, I say in my mind.For the love of everything, please. The wait is killing me.
