“Yes.”
Grabbing a condom, I stand, tossing my own boxers to the side and rolling the rubber over my painfully hard cock. Pouring a healthy amount of lube onto my hand, I spread it out.
“I want you on top,” I say, lying down next to him.
“Me?”
I nod. “Yes. That way you can take it as slow as you want.”
“O-okay.”
“You still good?” I ask, as he sits up next to me.
He nods. “Yeah.”
Grasping the back of his neck, I pull him in for a long, slow kiss. Tangling our tongues to get him out of his head.
The first time is always nerve-racking, but I want it to be perfect for him.
“Better?”
“Yeah,” he whispers against my lips as he throws one leg over.
Holding my dick, I help him line himself up as I push the tip inside.
Ollie’s fingers hold on to my pecs as he pushes down a sliver more.
“Just breathe, and push against me. It helps you relax.”
He worries his bottom lip between his teeth as he sinksdown another inch. His breath falters as a flash of pain crosses his face.
“You’re big,” he says, before I can ask him if he wants to stop.
“Take your time.”
“I know.”
Grabbing his cock, I slowly stroke him, taking him back to that place of pleasure to move through the pain as he takes more of me. Until I’m fully inside of him.
“You good?”
“I…yeah.” I squeeze his dick, urging him to look at me. “It helps that you’re doing this with me.”
“I wouldn’t let anyone else do it,” I say.
Once the words escape my lips, I know it’s true. No one else deserves Ollie like this. I don’t want anyone to see him like this but me.
It hits me like a powerful force, but I know it’s true.
I don’t want anyone else but Ollie, and I don’t want anyone else to have him.
Before I can think more on it, he wiggles his hips, moaning in delight.
“Are you ready?”
“Are you?”
He nods. “Yes.”
