Our bodies close, I started to lose sense of myself. I found Shawn’s cock and played with it, feeling the way it twitched in my hand and learning how Shawn responded to my touch. He licked his tongue noisily up his palm, and as I held him in my grip, he bounced his fist up and down my shaft.
“Oh fuck,” I grunted. I bucked my hips, fucking into his fist like an animal. Shawn whimpered back as I ran my thumb in circles over his tip. The slick wetness was such a turn-on. When I finally reached around and grabbed his ass with my other hand, I almost came.
His skin was tender and warm. My fingers found the soft hairs that grew along his crack, igniting my desire even more. I groped at him, squeezing the firm muscles and stroking between his cheeks. The heat invited me in, and I grunted as I imagined how tight he must be. As I made a fist for his cock, I pulled him closer by grabbing his ass while Shawn fucked my fist greedily.
“Oh god,” he whimpered only a heartbeat later. His pretty cock pulsed in my hand, and he shot spray after spray of warm cum into my palm. I hitched my hips, then plunged into his fist, shooting just as hard. The crash of the orgasm pulled a roar out from behind my ribs.
“Cass,” Shawn gasped. He collapsed against my chest, sucking in breath.
I pulled my hand up and held it in front of me. Strands of cum dripped between my fingers, and when I rubbed my thumb and my finger together, orgasmic release roiled through my body.
Shawn turned his eyes to me. They were watery, and his lids were heavy, and his cheeks were turned up by a dazed, satisfied smile. “Wow,” he said.
I chuckled. “Yeah,” I said. “Fucking wow.”
Shawn leaned back and hitched up his briefs, and I followed suit, tugging my boxers back on. I laughed again and rubbed my hand on the grass, wiping off some of the cum, and Shawn covered his eyes, embarrassed.
“How’s it feel?” he asked.
“Your cum?”
Shawn giggled. “That, too, I guess. But I meant being with a guy.”
“Oh, right.” I stretched my legs out on the grass and sat at the edge of the towel, then popped back onto my elbows. “Pretty fucking good. I wasn’t really thinking about that when we were doing it, though.”
“Me, either,” Shawn smiled. He pulled his T-shirt down, straightening it. “I’m glad you liked it.”
“Feeling you whimper and shake like that in my hands? Fuck yeah I liked it.”
Shawn trembled, and I gestured for him to come closer. “I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to,” he laughed, then stretched back out on the blanket, using my leg as a pillow.
“Why would you want to?” I asked.
“Well, it’s kind of embarrassing,” he laughed. “Don’t you think?”
“Hell no. So many people are putting on an act when they fuck. It’s hot to be with someone who’s right there, feeling every minute of it.” I ran my clean hand through his hair, and he turned his face up to me. “If you haven’t heard that from other guys, then you’ve been hooking up with assholes.”
“Like I told you, there’s not a very large sample to work with.”
“Should we trade notes? I don’t know that my history will look any better.”
Shawn squinted his eyes shut tight. “I tried to date three guys. None of them got any further than a third date, though. And I have had oral sex twice, each time with a guy I met through an app.” He opened his eyes, then smiled at me. “And I jerked off with my older brother’s best friend.”
I tousled his hair. “I have six ex-girlfriends, and every one of them dumped me. And I’ve had about twenty one-night stands besides that, and then this really awesome dry humping session with my high school best friend’s baby brother.”
Shawn laughed. “You said your history wouldn’t look any better! You’ve had a lot of relationships.”
“Yeah, and they all dumped me,” I pointed out.
Shawn rested his hand on my knee and started to play with my leg hair. “Two of the guys I dated, we didn’t even have to break up. It just kind of fizzled out, and we never saw each other again. The other guy dumped me.”
“His loss,” I said.
We sat there in silence for a while, the breeze tossing through the leaves. I appreciated that Shawn was opening up to me, but as I realized how tender we were acting toward each other, I got a little nervous, too. Enjoying his company was one thing, but comparing dating histories, I didn’t want to give the wrong impression, either.
“I’m still not sure what this all means about my sexuality,” I said. “Is that okay with you?”
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
