This was your way of initiating a fantasy encounter between us. It had become a game of ours, usually there in the bathroom while you soaked, or sometimes in your bedroom when Bruno was asleep in his top bunk.
“In films, the actors aren’t focused on pleasing each other as much as they’re concerned with impressing their viewers.”
“What will it be like when we make love?” Your fingers crawled along the smooth ridges of your abdomen, through your dark thatch of pubic hair to where your erection floated up to the surface of the water. So virile and firm, I longed to put my mouth on it.
“It may be awkward at first,” I warned. “Uncomfortable even.”
“For you maybe,” you said with a roguish grin and grasped your swollen shaft in your greedy fist.
That was one of our long-standing arguments, who would do what to whom. You maintained you’d be the one “fucking” me, but I predicted a different outcome.
“I’d make love to you slowly,” I said, using my energy to slow your hand.
“Like this?” You picked up on the change in tempo. You glanced down to where your hand was working your erection in slow thrusts that went from the base of your sturdy shaft to the top of your circumcised crown.
“Cup yourself with the other hand,” I instructed, and you did as you were told. “Squeeze a little.”
You fisted your scrotum and groaned at the same time. We were interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Make sure you two clean up after,” Bruno said.
“Fuck off,” you shouted. “I’m having imaginary sex with my boyfriend.”
We heard music shortly after, one of Bruno’s collections from home. It provided enough noise to drown out the sounds of your moaning. You settled down and resumed leisurely tugging at your erection while your thumb massaged the ridge of your crown in a tight circular motion. I made note of that gesture for later.
“What else, Henri?” Your long, paintbrush eyelashes dewed with moisture, beads of water clung to your skin like jewels, and your mouth folded into a plump pout.
“When I have you all to myself, I’ll nest my fingers into the curls on your head and press you face-first into the mattress while I kiss you from the top of your spine all the way to your tight, blushing bud.”
“I don’t know if I’m into that,” you said with a worried expression.
“You’ll never know until you try it. Right, cucciolo?”
You may have been embarrassed by the thought of it, but your heart rate quickened, and your eyes took on a glazed appearance as you smiled at the picture I was painting.
“I’ll spread your thighs and buttocks and fellate you until you are begging for me to be inside of you.”
“Better wash me first,” you said. “There’s some dirty business that goes on down there.”
“I will wash youthoroughly,” I promised, delighting in the thought of that task.
“Well then, I guess it doesn’t soundtooterrible.” You licked your lips, such a beautiful mouth. I’d love to see my human phallus fill it, but I wouldn’t push. I knew you had a sensitivity because of Roger. If you’d let me, I’d lavish so much attention on you, you’d be curious to know what it might feel like to reciprocate.
“You’ll be warm and slick with oil by the time I’m done with you. I’ll slide in so easily, it’ll feel like I was meant to be there the whole time. Like a piece of you was missing without me.”
You squeezed the base of your erection, trying to stave off an orgasm. I’d noticed throughout these episodes, you seemed more aroused by the fantasies of me penetrating you, which aligned nicely with my own desires.
“It’ll feel good for me too?”
“So good. Like a pitcher being filled until it overflows. If you’ll let me, Orlando, I’ll give your body pleasure like you couldn’t possibly imagine.”
“What if I want to fuck you?” Your front teeth bit down on your bottom lip, and you arched a little in the bath. I sent a ripple of water to caress your genitals while I imagined massaging you there, rubbing my hand along your strong inner thigh, sliding a finger up toward your ring of muscle, dipping inside…
“Then I’ll show you how to open me up for you.”
“For me?” you said with a smile.
“Only for you,” I confirmed. “It’ll be the warmest, sweetest pleasure you’ve ever experienced. Like honey. Your beautiful cock so far inside me, you’ll never want to leave. It will feel like coming home.”
