“It’s not clean,” I argued furiously. “Don’t touch my hole yet.”
He laughed and the sound traveled down my spine, right beside a tremor of excitement. His hand rested on my lower back and his fingernails scraped over my skin, eliciting goose bumps. “Shh. I’m here to help. I’ll stick the douche in your hole and squeeze the water into it, then I want you to sit on the toilet, hold it for a little while, and then let it go, okay?”
“I don’t think—”
“Exactly, Max. Don’t think. Just do.” He didn’t give me a chance to retort before I felt the slippery end of the nozzle being pushed into my asshole. Had he lubed it? The strange feeling of water gushing inside my passage had me grimacing, but I waited patiently for him to pull it out again before I clenched my hole and spun to sit on the toilet. Pressing my knees together, I glanced up at JP to see if I was doing it right, and I smiled when I got a wink in answer. “It feels strange.”
“That’s normal,” he whispered, kneeling in front of me again. I wanted to tell him to get up off the floor, but my tongue felt heavy in my mouth at the sight of his heated gaze. He looked like he wanted to devour me, a wolf who wanted to eat me whole—or eat my hole. “You’re doing so good. Such a good boy.”
I shivered at his praise and chewed on my bottom lip. “Is this weird? Helping me douche?”
“I’ve never done it before.” His smile was almost predatory, and if he hadn’t said we’d go back to normal tomorrow, I’d feel owned and be happy about it. I couldn’t give myself that kind of hope, though.
“Really?” I didn’t know if I wanted to chuckle or cry in shame. “You can wait outside if you want.”
He shook his head and leaned down to kiss my knee, surprising me. “I’m just fine right here.” There was something in the way he continued to look at me, dark and thirsty, that made me think he was enjoying this in a sexual manner. He scratched his nails along my skin, and I bit down on my lip harder. “Now be a good boy and release.”
I dropped my head in my palms and groaned. “I can’t.”
“Why not?” he whispered, his voice deepening. “Do it for me, Max. Release that water. We need to get you clean for your first time. Don’t you want to be clean?”
I nodded furiously but didn’t look at him. “Of course.”
“Then do it.”
Clenching my asshole tighter than before, I sighed and released the hold, letting water and other bodily fluids wash out from me. I didn’t dare raise my gaze, too scared to do anything of the sort. When he cupped my hot cheek, though, I had no choice. I raised my gaze to meet his lusty one.
“Good boy.”
I smiled.
We did it another three times before the water came out clean. It took a lot longer than I expected, but I was proud of how I forced away the self-inflicted humiliation of what I was doing. The thought of nothing embarrassing happening during sex made it a lot easier. I’d just die if it got messy, and I didn’t want that to happen.
JP left me in the bathroom so I could gather what pride I had left, telling me he’d meet me in the bedroom.
By the time I was done, I decided to stay naked and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around my waist as I headed back to the bedroom. JP was waiting for me on the large bed, an iPad in his hand.
When I entered, he glanced up at me and smiled, resting the iPad on the bed stand before he stood up. The experience of helping me douche should have made him repulsed, right? Except if anything, it almost looked like he’d enjoyed it. The underwear did little to hide the fact he was half-hard, his cock making a thick bulge in the thin material.
My mouth watered as I remembered what he’d tasted like last night, the saltiness of his spunk making my cock throb; the cum hadn’t been as bad as I’d worried it would be. I wrung my hands together and took a deep breath, forcing myself to move toward him until I stood inches away.
He smirked, and my heart crashed against my ribs and left me breathless. He was so handsome, his hair a flop of waves on his forehead, and his eyes shining with what seemed like admiration. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
I nodded fast and then laughed gently. Letting out a deep breath, I tried to calm myself down. “Yes.”
“Okay.” He placed his palm on my chest, right over my heart, and I held my breath, hoping he wouldn’t feel how fast it was beating, but when he smiled, I decided I’d failed. Dancing his fingers over my skin, he stopped to pinch my right nipple, and I shivered in response, my cock jerking. “You’re so receptive.”
I chewed on my bottom lip and smiled because I didn’t know what to say, but he wasn’t waiting for an answer. He kept exploring, the tips of his fingers tracing my ribs and belly, nails scraping over my skin in a way that had me more excited than before, which I didn’t think was possible. I always thought I’d enjoy foreplay, but I wanted him to fuck me right now.
“Patience,” he whispered as though he knew exactly what I was thinking.
Heat rose on my cheeks and neck. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. You’re excited, I understand.” He hooked his fingers in the towel and yanked at it, making it unravel and fall to the floor, leaving me completely naked for his pleasure. I wasn’t as long as he was, but I was thicker, especially when I was as hard as I was now.
Need sizzled in his eyes as he reached down to stroke the length of my cock. “You’re so beautiful, bo—” He cut himself off with a shake of his head. He’d clearly remembered we weren’t playing, unlike in the bathroom, when he’d obviously been caught up in the moment.
I pressed my lips together to stop myself from whimpering and begging him to call me that. I wasn’t his boy, we’d both agreed that tonight was just about sex, but Iwantedto be that so badly.
