“So sexy,” Gray groaned, then swirled his tongue along Jameson’s entrance. “Musky and sweet and just fucking perfect.”
Jameson giggled, a little embarrassed to hear Gray talking about his hole that way, and he felt his pucker tighten.
“Beautiful,” Gray said, kissing at his cheeks instead for a second. “You take your time. We’re going to go really, really slow, until you’re so ready that you’re begging for it. Okay?”
Jameson bit down on his lip. “Yeah,” he breathed. “That’s good.”
Gray went back to exploring him. He started by running his tongue in a slow, long circle around Jameson’s entrance, and gradually, Jameson felt his body relax again. He arched his back, and when Gray spread his cheeks, a tremble went straight to the core of him. Gray’s tongue kept pushing deeper, reaching past his entrance and stretching the inside of him. Jameson wrapped his hands around Gray’s cock, then started to slowly kiss his tip to show his appreciation.
His muscles relaxed a little more, and he felt Gray’s tongue thrust all the way in, licking the inside of him. Jameson gasped as Gray found his balls, rolling them gently.
“More,” he moaned, thrusting his ass backward. “Please, more.”
Gray pulled his lips back, dragging his hands down Jameson’s thighs. “Whenever you’re ready,” he groaned.
Jameson turned, then straddled Gray’s hips again. Looking down, he could see every detail, from the dark chocolate color of his eyes to the beads of sweat, dotting his forehead. His lips were red and puffy, and as he gripped Jameson’s hips, Gray thrust his cock up against Jameson’s crease.
“More,” Jameson gasped again.
Gray grabbed the lube from beside the bed, and squirted some in his hand. “Lots and lots of lube,” he said, rubbing it on his own cock. “That’s the secret.”
Jameson whimpered as two of Gray’s fingers rubbed up his crease. The lube was wet and a little cold, but when Gray pressed his cock between Jameson’s cheeks, they warmed again.
Their eyes met, and once more, Jameson felt the tension ease out of his muscles. Gray dropped one hand from Jameson’s hip and used it to grab his cock. “I’m holding myself steady,” he said gently. “Tell me how it feels.”
Gray’s slick tip against his entrance, Jameson began to lower himself. He felt the pressure against his rim, warming him from inside as his cock leaked pearls. Jameson rubbed himself, back and forth, then pushed down a little more, just enough to feel himself stretch. “It feels good,” he gasped. “It feels different.”
There was a hot, throbbing sensation at his core, and as he pushed himself down and started to ride on Gray’s cock, that feeling only grew hotter. It radiated through his body, tingling parts of him he had never felt before. The sensation was overwhelming, like he could come apart at any minute, maybe turn into a million butterflies right there. It hurt, like the friction of Gray’s beard did, but the heat of it felt good, too, the pleasure soon overwhelming the pain.
But more than anything else, all he could think about was Gray.
“More,” he begged, his voice needy and high. “Please, Gray. I want it all.”
It was Gray that was inside of him, Gray who was coaxing him with a warm, reassuring smile. For the rest of his life, Gray would be the man he had chosen for his first time, and right there, in an old house in the woods outside of Albany, Jameson knew he was making the right choice. He felt held and safe, and with every breath, he gave a little more of himself.
“Oh god,” he gasped, his legs suddenly wobbly beneath him. Gray let go of Jameson’s hip, then offered both of his hands, holding them palm-up for Jameson to take.
“Steady,” he said. “I got you, beautiful.”
Jameson took Gray’s hands and laced their fingers together. It was like completing a circuit, and the sensations surging through his body erupted. Holding Gray’s hands, he was able to thrust down harder and faster, and all of a sudden, he couldn’t tell where his body ended and Gray’s began.
“I’m close,” Jameson moaned. He was stretched wide, and he could feel his hole tightening around Gray, pulling him and clenching down hard. His body needed Gray, and everything went blurry around him, pure happiness humming through his breath.
“Just like that,” Gray groaned. He bucked his hips lightly, hitting Jameson’s prostate. Lightning flashed, language disappeared, and then Gray thrust into Jameson’s prostate again, and again.
Without even touching his cock, Jameson felt the orgasm, pulsing. He was leaking precum like a hose, and his breathing had turned into one long whimpering, desperate moan. Every time Gray thrust into him, he rode the edge of climax, the release so close he could taste it.
“Oh fuck!” he moaned. “Oh fuck!”
Jameson came first. He squeezed Gray’s hands tight and his hole tugged and squeezed, and a jet of cum sprayed across Gray’s chest. Immediately, Gray started groaning and cursing, and when he jerked his hips, Jameson felt the wet, warm release inside of him. There was nothing but the fire of pleasure as the world disappeared and Jameson sprayed, again and again on Gray’s hot skin.
He collapsed, his legs giving out underneath him as he tumbled against Gray’s chest. His release was sticky and hot between them, and he could feel cum leaking out of his hole, Gray still buried deep inside.
“Oh my god,” he gasped. “That was amazing.”
Gray laughed warmly, then stroked the back of Jameson’s head. “I’d say so. You were amazing, beautiful. Absolutely perfect.”
Jameson blinked, slowly pulling himself together. “This is perfect,” he whispered. “Being right here, with you.”
