I massage his calf before pressing a kiss there. “How about here?”
“Uh huh.” He moans.
My tongue flicks across his inner thigh. “What about here?” I tease.
“Everywhere. I want you to touch me everywhere.”
I press my lips into his thigh and suck hard. Leaving yet another claiming mark.
“Oh, god, yes.” He calls out, writhing underneath me.
My mouth moves further north. My tongue crosses over his hairless balls. I press a kiss to each side. “What about this?” I ask after releasing the flesh from my lips.
“Yours.” He claims.
“That’s right, boy. It’s mine. You’re all mine.” I tell him with possessiveness in my tone. And I mean it. This boy will forever be mine. A shiver racks his body.
I lick up his short shaft and suck him into my mouth in one shot. He’s small, maybe four inches erect. But I don’t care about that. He tastes better than any recipe I’ve ever made. When I swirl my tongue around his cock, he bucks up off the bed without warning, and tangy fluid fills my mouth.
I swallow every drop.
Using my mouth, I clean his cock, removing any evidence of his release.
“I’m…I’m so sorry. It just happened. You felt so good.” He tells me, worry etching his face.
“No apologies needed. I wanted you to come.” I tell him.
“Why? I thought.” He doesn’t finish his sentence.
“I wanted you to have what you needed. That way, you’ll last longer in round two.” I wink, and his face flushes red.
I work my way up his body, and he lets out a sigh when he tastes himself on my lips.
He pulls back, and I cock an eyebrow at him.
“My turn.” His devious smile tells me I’m in for a ride.
I grab the edge of my shirt and start to pull it over my head. I’m having a difficult time because Ben is all over me. Kissing me so deeply that I lose my train of thought. His hand was squeezes my pec so hard that I almost yelp. He is eager to give me what I want, but what he doesn’t understand is that I just want…him.
I’m just about to tell him just that when his mouth silences my words with another lingering kiss. I’m not sure when we switched positions, but he’s now straddling my hips, my jeans still on. His naked form is a sight to behold.
I hold him in place, and he rubs his bare ass across my crotch, and I need to free my dick. It’s pressing against the denim, and I’m scared I’ll get friction burn.
As if reading my mind, Ben scoots down and unfastens my jeans. I lift my hips as he pulls them, along with my boxer briefs, off. He mimics my moves and runs his hands up my hairy legs, making sounds of contentment.
“I love your hairy body,” he tells me, and the look in his eyes tells me that he’s being truthful. “My body hair is splotchy, so I shave,” he tells me as if he needed an excuse.
“I love your smooth body and can’t wait to feel you against me. Completely.” I tell him.
“Then let’s not wait,” he tells me.
I grab Ben’s hand and pull him back on top of me. We’re lying chest to chest. He offers me a soft kiss.
“I want to feel you inside me.”
“I want that, too,” I admit. “What are the ground rules?” I ask. It’s the first time we’ve had sex, and I want to make sure he’s comfortable.
“I…I’m adventurous. I haven’t tried many things, but I’m okay with exploring. I have my safe word if it gets to be too much.” He tells me shyly.
