The surprise was a cocksleeve I’d picked up earlier that week—soft silicone molded into a tight, textured channel, realistic enough to grip like the real thing but still forgiving for a first-timer. I held it in my free hand, the weight of it familiar from when I’d tested it to make sure it was good enough for my baby.
Elior’s cock throbbed in my grip, fully hard now, the skin flushed pink and veined, untouched by anything but myfingers and mouth before this. The thought hit me like a punch: this would be his first time sliding into something and feeling that tight squeeze around his length. My own dick leaked against his back, aching at the idea of guiding my innocent boy through it, corrupting that untouched eagerness.
I squeezed lube into the toy’s opening, working it around the inner walls until it glistened, slick and ready. Elior tensed against me, sensing the shift in my movements even without sight or sound.
“You’re going to love this,” I murmured into his hair. He couldn’t hear, but the vibration of my chest against his back might carry the promise. I positioned the toy at his cockhead, the cool silicone kissing his skin first. He jerked in surprise, a startled squeal leaving him, his hips bucking forward instinctively, but I held him steady with my other arm banded across his chest.
Slow.
I wanted him to feel every inch of this discovery. I pressed the opening against his tip, letting the rim catch and stretch around the head. Elior’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp, back arching as the tight heat engulfed him. Fuck, the way he shuddered—pure, unfiltered overwhelm—made my balls tighten. This was it, his virgin cock breaching something for the first time.
I pushed the toy down further, inch by inch, watching his length disappear into the silicone grip. The internal ridges bumped along his shaft, and a high-pitched, keening noise fell from his lips. His thighs were trembling against mine. His hands clutched at my forearm, nails digging in as I bottomed the toy out, his balls pressing against the base. Fully sheathed, he panted hard, chest heaving, lost in the sensation of beingburied deep.
I didn’t move it right away. Let him adjust, feel the way it molded to him, sucking lightly from the vacuum of lube. My free hand roamed his body, pinching his nipples to sharp peaks, then sliding down to cup his balls, rolling them gently while he acclimated. He was dripping inside it already, precum mixing with the slick, and the obscene squelch when I finally twisted the toy made me groan.
“Good boy,” I breathed, starting a rhythm—up slow, dragging the textured walls along his cock, then down firm, seating him deep again. Elior’s head thrashed against my shoulder, wrecked moans spilling from his lips as the deprivation amplified every stroke. His hips tried to thrust, but I controlled it, fucking him with the toy at my pace, twisting on the upstroke to hit those sensitive spots inside.
The sight of him—blindfolded, unable to hear, with his cock vanishing into the toy over and over—drove me wild. I’d edged him before, but this was new territory, his first penetration turning him into a writhing mess. My erection ground against his ass, slick with sweat, as I sped up, the toy slurping wetly around him. He clenched his fists in the sheets, body coiling tight, and I knew he was close.
I leaned in, biting his neck hard enough to mark, then licked the sting away. “Come in it,” I commanded, even if the words were lost on him. My hand flew faster, pounding the toy onto his cock, the base slapping his groin. He shattered with a choked wail, hips snapping up as he unloaded, cum flooding the silicone depths in thick pulses. I felt it through the toy, the warmth seeping back, and kept pumping, drawing out every spurt until he whimpered from overstimulation.
Elior slumped against me, boneless and spent, his cocksoftening inside the toy. I eased it off slowly, a string of his release connecting them before it broke. He was a beautiful mess—skin flushed, lips swollen from biting them.
But I still wanted more for him, something to keep him emerged in his quiet space just a bit longer. I used the cum dripping slowly from the cocksleeve to lube my fingers generously.
He went still as I nudged his thighs apart, knees bending to give me access. One finger circled his hole, teasing the rim before pushing in slow, knuckle by knuckle. He clenched around me, a moan vibrating through his chest, and I crooked my finger, finding that spot inside that made his soft cock twitch in my grip. He squirmed from the overstimulation, shaking his head for me to stop. He knew that was useless—I just found it fucking hot.
After a little longer stroking his special spot, his cock began to plump up again, ready for more.
I added a second finger, scissoring them, stretching him open. His body melted against me as sweat slicked our skin, and I bit down on his shoulder, marking him some more as I fucked him with my fingers, curling them relentlessly against his prostate.
As he was about to come for the second time, I slipped my fingers from his channel and tugged on his balls. His belly spasmed as his orgasm receded.
He cried out, an edge of confused desperation in his voice.
I then lubed my cock, positioning myself at his entrance, and pushed in slow, groaning at the tight heat clenching around me.
Once he’d swallowed me to the base, I draped over him, chest to his back, and rocked gently, not chasing my own releaseyet—just letting him focus on the fullness, the steady drag in and out. His hands fisted the pillow, breath coming in soft pants.
We moved like that, unhurried, until the tension bled out of him completely. Only then did I pick up pace, thrusting harder, balls slapping against his ass as I chased my peak. He pushed back, meeting me, and I came with a grunt, flooding him deep, holding still as I pulsed inside.
I pulled out carefully, rolling us to the side, and removed the headphones, choosing to keep the blindfold on for now.
“You did so well, cherub. You’re always so perfect for me,” I murmured. “How did it feel to lose your front virginity?”
“‘s good,” he managed, his voice gone and his body probably halfway to dreamland already. “Want again.”
“Watching you thrust your hips made me wonder what it’d be like to have you in me,” I said, purring against his neck as I held him against me. “I haven’t let anyone fuck me in forever, but that could change. We’ll see, I guess, won’t we?”
“Mhmm,” he hummed, most likely oblivious to what I was saying.
“Love you, baby.”
“Mm… lub you,” he slurred in his sleep.
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Elior
