He chose the one on the right.
It was the long one.
He balled both fists, punched the air, and cried, “Yesss!”
It felt like my entire life had built to that moment. Like that very second was the reason I was made. The reason I existed. Everything between Romeo and me converged. Every smile, every laugh, every shared glance and inside joke. They all rushed toward me and met on the edge of something major. Something amazing.
I yanked my T-shirt off so hard and fast I heard a seam ripping. I dropped it on the floor, a little shocked and embarrassed by how fast I’d moved. I was about to start questioning whether it was too much or whether I should have acted a little cooler when Romeo reached out and dragged his fingers lightly through the trail of hair that ran from my navel and disappeared underneath the waistband of my shorts. A wave of arousal surged through me, so strong my vision rippled.
I started tugging at my button and stepping out of my shoes at the same time. I was moving at lightning speed. Romeo was in slow motion. His hands curled around the hem of his T-shirt, and he lifted it unhurriedly. More and more skin was gradually exposed. The same thinghappened with his shorts. He undid them, eased them over his hips, and let them fall to the floor in a puddle around his bare feet.
It was the first time I’d ever seen him completely naked, and it was a sight so beautiful it was permanently branded onto my brain. His chest was smooth, nipples a soft dusky pink. Sal’s pendant rested on his sternum. I’d seen it on him for years but had never touched it. I’d wanted to many times, but I hadn’t. I did then. I touched it as if it were sacred. I touched him the same way. I ran a flat palm over the slight swell of his pec and down his left side. My hand inched down his belly, pausing and losing direction at the indented V that led to his cock. He was hard. His dick jutted out from his body at a slightly aggressive angle. Pink at the tip. Swollen and thick all the way to the base.
In all my dreams of that moment, I’d always imagined I’d be the one doing the fucking. I don’t know why. It’s just the way it was. Seeing Romeo hard and ready and knowing what he was going to do to me was an unfamiliar, vicious turn-on.
He was a little smaller than I was, which was something I loved thinking about, but still, I’d never put anything close to his size anywhere near my ass. The most I’d done was stick my middle finger up there when I jerked off. I’d done it a few times. It’s not that I didn’t like it. It felt kind ofgood. It just didn’t rock my world the way guys on the internet said it would.
I was starting to have a little crisis of confidence, and at the same time, the urge to grab Romeo’s dick and shove it in my mouth was becoming overwhelming.
I broke away from him before I did anything stupid and rummaged in my top drawer, whipping out the lube I kept there and tossing it to Romeo. My face colored from the mild shame of owning it at all, and for some stupid reason, I thought briefly about telling him I only used it on my dick.
If he felt any surprise that I had lube at the ready, he didn’t show it. He flicked the cap and squirted a healthy amount into his hand. The reality of the situation I’d found myself in hit me in earnest the second he started coating his dick.
Fucking fuck.
He meant it.
It was happening. Not happening maybe at some distant point in the future. It was happening right then.
I took the two wooden steps required to get me to my bed and crawled onto it. I didn’t look back, but I knew Romeo was smiling. Not smirking. Not quirking his mouth to the side. It was a soft, gentle smile that ran downmy back and warmed me from head to toe. It took some of the awkwardness I was feeling and lit it on fire.
I knelt on all fours and spread my legs. When that made me feel too exposed, I grabbed a pillow and smooshed my face into it. Being face down, ass up didn’t help at all with the feeling too exposed part, but it did give me something to bite down on when Romeo ran his hand up my inner thigh.
“I think I have to, like, open you or something,” he murmured behind me.
I nodded into the pillow and didn’t move a muscle. His touch was firm and sure. There was no hesitation. No warning. He sent a finger up my chute all the way to the knuckle.
“Fuck,” he said softly.
“Fuuuuck,” I said loudly.
I groaned in shock as he started to move his finger in and out of me. A confusion of sensations assaulted me. A fullness. A sting. A burn that changed my groan into a grunt.
It was all so new. It felt nothing like when I’d done it to myself. I'd felt my own efforts on my finger and I felt this in my core. The burn turned to a simmering heat and the fullness quickly turned decadent. Everything doubledwhen he inserted another finger. He moved slowly, taking his time as my body and mind began rushing.
“D’you think that’s enough, or should I—”
There was an urgency in me I hadn’t felt before. A necessity. A need. It raged through me, leaving my thoughts blurry and my speech garbled. “Yeah, it’s enough. Just do it,” I slurred.
“Are you sure?” he checked.
“Are you definitely going to let me fuck you?”
“Yeah. I will.” There was that smile again. Deeper and darker that time.
“Swear?”
“I swear.”
