“You are so gorgeous,” I tell him, running cherishing fingers over his every surface.
“So are you,” he mewls in a tone sweeter than dessert, writhing naked between my legs.
“Undress me, beautiful boy.” I lie back while he pants and purrs, tearing my clothes off. I have to chuckle. “My baby wants it bad, huh?”
“So bad,” he rasps, stripping me down to nothing.
Shirt, pants, socks. And finally the boxer briefs, savoring this part like he’s unwrapping the best gift he saved for last.
“I like your straight guy undies.” He grins, tossing them at me.
Catching them, I gasp in faux-outrage while he chuckles, tossing them back.
“I resent that,” I grumble. “I am not at allstraight.”
“You sure?” He teases, pressing our bare, heated flesh together. “You sure act like a rich straight bachelor.” He gasps when I lift him enough to press kisses on his chest. “Cold… emotionallydetached.”
“That’s just because I’m a narcissist,” I hum, and he laughs. But it melts into a groan when my tongue circles the piercing in his nipple. “You don’t really think I’m cold…” I pout on his chest, peeking up at him. “Do you, pajarito?”
“Uh-uh.” He shakes his head. “You’re actually, like… way too hot.” I chuckle, sucking the piercing until he cries, “Ummff, it’s not fair…”
“Too hot… we’re gonna set the bed on fire,” I ramble, hands on his hips, then his ass, pulling him down to rub our swollen cocks together.
“Baby…” He’s hoarse, the sound throbbing my balls as much as the feeling of his pressing down on mine. I spread my legs and lift so I can feel them more. “I wanna fuck.”
“You want sex, pajarito?”
He nods fast, kissing my lips desperately. Greedy and deep with passion that very well could set the whole damn world around us on fire.
“Let’s have sex,” he whispers. My cock throbs.
“Sex me, beautiful thing…”
I don’t even know what I’m saying. I’m in a daze, the air in the room thick and heady with fevered lust.
“Did you know I’ve wanted to have sex with you since I was a kid…?” He mumbles, writhing his taut body into mine, big dick rutting against my own.
My legs spread wider as his hips rock, over and over until I’m dizzy.
“Don’t tease me, baby.”
“I’m serious,” he breathes over my mouth. “You were my first crush.”
Eyes peeling open to gaze up at him, I find his expression timid, but fully serious, cheeks bashfully blushed.
Is he… for real?
Iwas his first… crush?
A swooning grin pulls at my lips. “When?”
“I don’t know…” He purses his. “Like, thirteen?” I’m gaping at him until he laughs. “What??”
“You are so lying,” I snort.
“I’m really not, though,” he murmurs, and Iknowhe isn’t lying. It’s obvious.
But it’s still fucking nuts.
