Rusty suddenly felt huge, but…
He wanted this.
He could take it. He’d seen enough porn to know that he could, with enough lube and patience.
Lube was the easy part. Patience, less so.
Rusty stepped back to pull his sweater over his head, revealing strong, muscular shoulders trailing down in a perfect V-shape to a narrow waist.
Blake’s gaze paused on the trail of red hair disappearing into the waistband of Rusty’s underwear. He licked his lips in anticipation, taking in the way Rusty’s erection was tenting the front of his boxer-briefs.
“See something you like?” Rusty asked, grinning at him again.
Blake nodded silently, blood pounding in his ears. His stomach was tied up in knots, half nerves, half arousal.
The arousal half was winning. He’d never been this turned on his life.
He couldn’twaitto do this.
“I want that,” Blake said, blushing. He was surprising himself a lot on this vacation, and that apparently wasn’t about to let up anytime soon.
Rusty tilted his head toward the bed. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll get the lube.”
Blake didn’t need to be told twice, the wide bed already calling to him. Rusty’s room wasnice, cream, gold, and red furnishings playing up the luxury of the place. It was a little much for Blake’s taste, but the silk sheets were a really,reallynice feeling against his already overheated skin.
He bit his lip as Rusty returned, looming over him with a tube of lubricant and a wrapped condom in his hand. A tiny wave of relief washed over Blake as he realized that they were on the same page as far as protection went.
Rusty seemed like a good guy. Blake didn’t know him well, but he hadn’t been uncomfortable around him for a second. That was unusual enough that it had to mean something.
“You happy there?” Rusty asked, tearing open the condom with his teeth. Blake had missed him taking his underwear off, and now he was at the wrong angle to see his cock, but he didn’t need to. He’d felt it. Seeing it would only make him nervous now.
“I’d be happier if you were touching me,” Blake said, thrilled at his own forwardness. He wasn’t going to let himself be afraid of asking for what he wanted.
Rusty grinned at him, reaching out to splay his hand over Blake’s stomach, trailing his way down, pausing to tickle his belly button, making him squirm against the smooth, cool sheets under him.
He was about to be fucked by the most beautiful man he’d ever met. The thought alone was enough to set a fire deep in his gut, need already making him tense.
Rusty curled his fingers around Blake’s cock, tugging it once, twice, and then letting go.
Before Blake could voice an objection, Rusty uncapped the lube and poured a generous amount onto his fingers.
Blake’s stomach muscles relaxed a little, fear that Rusty wouldn’t use enough lube, or might be too rough or eager for him starting to dissipate. He could trust Rusty. He justknewthat he could, deep down.
Nerves were normal, but he knew Rusty wouldn’t hurt him.
“Too impatient for foreplay?” Rusty asked, smirking down at him.
“This is foreplay,” Blake said.
He wasn’t sure that was entirely true. Maybe other people kissed and touched for hours before they had sex.
He couldn’t have waited that long. Not this time, not when he was so close to getting what he wanted.
Rusty chuckled. “I like you,” he said, trailing his fingers down the back of Blake’s raised thigh.
Blake bit his lip as Rusty brushed over his hole. He’d experimented by himself more times than he could count, but no one else had ever touched him here. Rusty’s fingers were strong, and confident, and so close to where Blake so desperately wanted them.
He gasped as Rusty pressed a fingertip inside him without further warning, a spurt of precome leaking from his cock at the tiny amount of pressure.
