I crawl down, then gently tug his pants off, slow so he can ease into it. We’ve seen each other in our underwear a million times before, but I’ve never seen his cock hard, like it’s stiff in his purple boxer briefs now, begging to be freed.
Reaching down, I kick my pants off, my eyes fixed on Alexander’s erection. It hits me again what he said earlier, that he’s never enjoyed sex before.
He deserves better than that. He deserves mind-blowing sex anytime he wants it. Everyone does, but especially Alexander, in my opinion.
So I lick my lips, and I give my friend a blowjob he’ll never forget.
* * *
Alexander
Rafael is wearing a short pair of blue boxers, and his butt is stuck in the air while he leans down to my crotch. Beneath him, I’m, like, malfunctioning, and I can’t stop shaking and twitching.
The fact that Rafael apparently loves it only makes it worse.
“You remember how the kissing is nice once you relax your jaw?” he says gently, his low voice rolling out.
My heart pounds, and I nod. Rafael relaxes his mouth as he looks up to me. His glasses are off, showing the green specks in his eyes. “I’m going to take your underwear off, okay?”
“Okay.”
We’re finally past nervous laughing enough that the room is quiet. Rafael slides my underwear off slowly, and my cock strains against my abs. I’m thick but not that long, uncircumcised like Rafael is, and he smiles while he looks at me.
Fuck, that smile.
This is really happening. I’m naked with Rafael.
As he meets me for another kiss, it becomes clear that there’s no going back from this. Instead of being just terrifying, which it is, there’s something kind of freeing about it, too.
Rafael has his own strange way of doing everything. And sometimes, getting caught up in his logic is actually the best thing for me.
My body feels so good. The sensations start on my skin, where he touches me, but they fill me from deep inside, and I’m somehow able to give myself over to it all, my nervousness disintegrating in Rafael’s arms.
No matter what happens next, Rafael is the perfect person to share this with.
He dips his fingers between his lips, wetting them, then wraps his fist around the base of my cock. “It’s nice to play with your hands when you’re getting started.”
I twitch, the torturously light touch of his hand jolting up my body. “Take your boxers off,” I gasp.
Rafael chuckles, then kicks his boxers off. “Right.”
I laugh, vibrating with his stroke. “It’s not fair if I’m the only one naked.”
Rafael grins. “Weirdo,” he teases sweetly.
He stands. His cock is long and with a slight curve to the side. I’ve never seen him hard before so I didn’t know this, and it suddenly seems like the most exciting thing. Rafael repositions me on the couch, pulling on my legs, getting me into place for my blowjob.
“Do you want to touch me?” he asks, seeing my eyes on his hard cock. His hair has fallen forward, almost over his eyes.
I reach out and take his cock, which is hard as stone. My hand trembles as I make a loose fist, holding him. And then, on instinct, I pull his foreskin back and kiss his tip.
Rafael’s hips jut out. “Uh,” he grunts, but it’s like this sweet grunt, like he’s happy. I’ve never heard it before, and I love it.
It’s really happening. We’re having sex.
I tilt my eyes up to him. “Tell me how you like it?”
He swipes his thumb across my cheek. “I want to show you.”
