Liam
Shockingly, I’m not nervous at all. It’sDamon.Even if I stumble, I know he’ll catch me, and I meant what I said: We’ll get through it together.
I’ve discovered that Damon likes it when I take control in these scenarios, so that’s what I intend to do. I want him to relax. His first time is a big fucking deal.
Entering the room we now share, I’m thankful for the music playing softly throughout the house. It’s much better than being weighed down by a heavy silence filled with expectation.
“The first step in this process is the one I know the least about,” I admit. “But I’m assuming you want a couple minutes to yourself to shower? Prepare? Take a shi?—”
His hand slams down on my mouth.
“Liam, donotfinish that sentence,” Damon orders, making me smile behind his hand.
Damon doesn’t talk about bodily functions. And while I respect his desire to keep that private, I remind him, “My dick is quite literally about to be up your ass, D. Who knows what sounds, sights, and other bodily goodness we’re about to encounter?” His face turns beet red with every word I say, but they need to be said. “I want you to be as comfortableas possible, and I have to imagine that involves knowing that your body is ready for me. Especially because if we encounter a hiccup, it won’t bemewho freaks out, and you’ve already hit your quota for meltdowns on this trip.”
Damon is chewing on his lip, a nervous habit he’s had his whole life. Using my thumb, I pull it from between his teeth.
“Okay,” he whispers, bringing his eyes to mine. “Give me ten minutes.”
“I’m in no rush, D. I’ve got nowhere to be except right here with you. Take your time. Try to enjoy the process, no matter what it looks like. Do you want a drink to take the edge off?”
“No. I don’t want to be numb in any way. I want to feel everything,” he responds.
I’m not sure if he means physically or emotionally, but either way, the choice is his, and he’s made it, so I leave it there.
“Okay. Go do what you need to. I’ll be here, but remember, I’m in no rush.”
As Damon heads into the bathroom, my mind is eerily calm, focusing on what we’re about to do. There wasn’t a discussion of roles or who would be fucking whom. For this time at least, we’ve just fallen into it, both finally on the same page again.
Damon comesout of the bathroom twenty minutes later, totally naked. I’m lying across the bed in just my boxers and cock a brow, silently asking for an update.
“I…I think we’re good,” he says. “Um, you know, it’s hard to reach very far for certain things by myself, so…uh…just, you know, go slow.”
That is the most difficulty I’ve ever heard Damon have with a sentence. It makes me want to wrap him in my arms and squeezehim tightly. It also makes me realize how precious it is that he’s trusting me with this.
I’m off the bed in a flash, engulfing him in a hug, kissing the top of his head. “I won’t hurt you.” And I’ll make sure that I keep that promise. While Damon was in the shower, I was on the internet reading an article titledThe Basics of Anal: How to Care for Your Partner.It was very informative and stressed the importance of working them up to being able to take your dick. One finger, then two, then three, then a toy if your dick is thicker than three fingers—which thankfully, mine is not, because we don’t have any toys with us. It also stressed the importance of using copious amounts of lube, saying, ‘There’s no such thing as too much lube for beginners.’
My dick’s been hard since we settled on this plan, and right now, my biggest worry is that I’m going to blow my load in two-point-six seconds, leaving him completely unfulfilled.
Damon and I didn’t buy condoms. We talked about it briefly, but his last sexual activity with a partner was his senior year of undergrad—so, two years ago. He’s since been tested during a physical and was negative on all accounts.
I’m a little more promiscuous.
Okay, a lot more, but Ialwaysuse protection, and I got tested before I came out here since, you know, I was really hoping to get laid.
I was hellbent on helping Damon get laid, too. I bite back a laugh when I realize I’m about to kill both birds with one dick.
“Can we take these off?” he asks, fingering the waistband of my boxers.
I’d hoped to keep the monster hiding beneath them contained a little while longer, but if Damon wants me as exposed as he is, then my shorts are coming off, and I’ll handle myself like the grown-ass man I’m trying to become.
“Go ahead,” I tell him, stepping out of them as soon as he has them pushed to the floor.
“Fuck, Liam,” he breathes, reaching forward.
I catch his hand before he can make contact, and he gives me a puzzled look.
“D, I’m already working really fucking hard not to come just from thinking about sinking into you. If you so much as cough on him, I’m afraid I’m gonna spill my load.”
