I like it when he touches me.
“Come on, let’s sit outside.” David and Louis have just turned around the corner toward the beach.
“But...” I wanted to take a shower.
“I think we need to talk. You’re nervous wreck and I don’t understand why.”
“Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror?” Dayyan laughs as he sinks into the soft cushions of the lounge, and my tension eases a little.
“Yes, but I’m afraid you’ll have to enlighten me here.”
Oh damn, I have to talk, right?
“You’re...” Fuuuck. My cock twitches. “You’re hot, okay? But I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t even really know what I like yet. You’ve had girlfriends, you’ve got it all figured out.”
“Come here.” Dayyan pats the space next to him and reaches his hand out to me. My mind tells me I should bury myself in the sand, but my heart knows where it belongs.
Gently, always so gently, he pulls me toward him, and I curl up against his chest. His heartbeat is slow and steady, and mine calms down with it.
“Tell me about Danny and you. What did you do and how did you feel about it?”
“You want to hear how I... with someone else...” Nervously, I play with the hem of his boxer shorts.
“Yes.”
I take a deep breath. “This sounds stupid, but everything always had to happen so very fast, as if we didn’t have time. And I guess in the end, we really didn’t have time...” My chest tightens.
“You wish you’d taken things slower?”
“We never had moments like this. Danny was shy and insecure with me, but he was also driven, always wanting to touch me. I didn’t want to make things complicated, so I let him. Horny teenagers are like that, right? They always want more. I didn’t want to be the exception again.”
“So you weren’t a horny teenager?” Dayyan grins.
“Yes, I was, but I grew up without physical affection for the first six years of my life. I would’ve loved to touch more of him, not just his cock. And I would have loved if he touched more of me too.”
“Is that so?” Dayyan brushes his fingertips lightly over my nipple and I moan briefly. “Where do you want to be touched?”
“Everywhere.” My voice trails off in a loud breath.
“I’ve only ever been with girls before, I’ve never touched a man the way I’m touching you, and of course I’ve never been touched by a man either. But I want that, everything that feels good, with you. Everywhere.”
“I was actually about to take a shower...” Did I really say that? Out loud?
Dayyan’s eyes light up as he replies. “You were? Did you plan to go alone, or do you want to take me with you?”
Alone, definitely alone, not with... but my cock is getting hard at the thought. And my brain is obviously turning into a marshmallow with no control over my speech. “You’re welcome to join me.”
Holy shit. We’ll be naked in the shower. Naked. No underwear or swim shorts.
We could’ve gone into the hot tub that comes with the mobile home. Although... I’m pretty sure Louis and David fucked there the first night.
But we could have just gone swimming.
“If you don’t get up, it’s not going to happen.” Fuck it, what’s the worst-case scenario? Dayyan wouldn’t do anything without my consent, he knows how to touch me. He’s never crossed a line. I gather all my courage and get up. Dayyan follows suit walking purposefully past me.
On the way to the bathroom, he drops his boxer briefs and for the first time I have a clear view of two narrow, firm ass cheeks. Fine black hair is running up from his thighs and my cock fights hard against the fabric of my own underwear.
He doesn’t turn around, not as he waits for the water to warm up and not when he steps under the stream. He’s waiting, giving me all the time I... Wait, what is he doing with his left hand? Is this what I think it is? Damn, he’s got some nerve. His head falls onto his chest.
