I paused my exploration to kiss him softly. “You’re so beautiful. I can’t help wanting to touch every part of you.”
Miguel’s cheeks turned pink, and he murmured, “Thank you.” Then he grabbed the bottom of my T-shirt and tugged on it. “Come on, off. I know what you’re hiding under there, and I want to see it again.”
Chuckling, I pulled the offending garment over my head and tossed it across the room. Miguel sighed happily and ran his fingers through the hair on my chest. “You’re the beautiful one,” he said. “You’re so strong. I always feel so safe in your arms.”
I folded him in my arms and kissed the top of his head. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Hopefully, it involves our dicks,” he quipped.
“I like that idea,” I said as I reached for the button of his jeans. For the first time since we began our exploration, he looked uncertain. I stepped back. “Is something wrong? Do you want to stop?”
He shook his head. “No. It’s just…you might be a little surprised, that’s all.” He unzipped his jeans and worked them down over his narrow hips, revealing a pair of black lace-and-silk panties.
The blood went to my cock so fast I got dizzy. “Holy fuck,” I breathed. I reached out and ran a finger over the lace covering his half-hard cock. “If I’d known you had these on, I would have gotten your pants off a lot faster.”
“You’re okay with them?”
I pointed to my cock, which was obscenely tenting my sweatpants. “Hell yeah.”
He smirked. “You and those damn gray sweatpants.”
“What’s wrong with gray sweatpants?”
“Nothing at all,” he replied as he pulled off his jeans the rest of the way. “They show off your dick-print quite nicely.”
“Dick-print? What the hell is that?”
“Never mind,” he replied, shaking his head. “I’ll tell you all about it later. Now I just want them off you.”
I wasn’t going to argue with that. I took off my sweatpants, taking my boxers with them. Miguel went to take off his panties, but I stopped him. “Not yet. I want to feel them on you.”
A small, pleased smile curved his lips, and I just had to swoop in and kiss them. I ran my hands over the silk covering his firm, round ass while my dick rubbed against the rougher texture of the lace in front. Soon enough, the panties could barely contain his straining erection. I palmed his hard cock. I thought it would feel strange to hold another man’s dick, but it didn’t. It felt good. I wanted to explore more. I slid my hand into the front of his panties and wrapped it around his hard, hot shaft.
Miguel’s head dropped back, and he groaned with pleasure. “That feels so good.”
I went to stroke upward, but the panties got in the way, so I pulled them down. Miguel stepped out of them and drew me back toward the foot of his king-size bed. When the backs of his knees hit the mattress, he sat down and scooted back until he was lying flat. He held up his arms and said, “Come lie on top of me. I want to feel your body on mine.”
“I’ll squish you,” I protested.
“No, you won’t,” he retorted. “I’m not a delicate flower.”
He made a grabby-hands motion that made me chuckle. I knelt on the bed and moved toward him. He spread his legs so I could crawl between his thighs. I lowered my body, propping myself on my forearms. “Is this okay?”
Miguel put his hands on my face and pulled me down for a kiss. “Very okay.”
Our tongues tangled and my body heated. Miguel’s hand moved down to my ass, drawing me flush with his body. I felt his straining erection against my belly and my own cock pulsed in desperate need. My hips started to undulate of their own accord, our cocks lining up next to each other. I moaned and ground my hips down. I remembered seeing this in some of the porn I watched. It felt a lot better than I thought it would.
“Hold up,” Miguel said, reaching toward the nightstand. He couldn’t quite get to it because I had him caged in.
“What are you looking for?”
“Lube. In the drawer.”
I stretched my arm out and opened the drawer. Reaching in, I found the bottle right in the front. I handed it to Miguel, who opened it and poured a generous amount into his palm. He reached between us and wrapped his hand around our dicks. My eyes just about rolled out of my head. “Oh my god. That’s so good.”
I put some lube on my hand and reached between us, covering Miguel’s smaller hand with mine. We found a rhythm and moved together, our cocks sliding easily through our lubed fists. Gasps and groans filled the air as we increased our speed. A small part of me wondered why I wasn’t freaking out. I had never done anything sexual with a man before and now I was fully naked and enjoying the hell out of frotting with a gorgeous guy.
The heat and pressure built at the base of my spine as my balls drew up. I tried to hold back. It was too soon. I didn’t want it to end. But it was also too good, and nothing was going to stop my orgasm. “Coming,” I ground out. Pleasure washed over me, and my cock pulsed in my hand, the warm cum spraying between our writhing bodies.
