Belts came unbuckled. Shirts came untucked. Every motion and gesture and touch seemed so…profound. Meaningful. Like every article of clothing we took off was a rite of passage, and in spite of my eighteen-year-old freshly graduated confidence, now I wasn’t sure I was ready for any of this.
Michael, though. Michael was ready. He peeled off my clothes like he was unwrapping a gift and wanted to savor the experience—eager to see what was underneath but still in no hurry as he slid his hands under my shirt and pushed it over my head.
I liked the way his palms felt on my skin—warm, lightly calloused and still soft at the same time—and I wanted to know what it felt like to do the same to him, so I pushed his jeans and boxers over his hips. I was suddenly a lot less coordinated than I’d been before, probably because his hands were still on me, and getting his pants off was a lot more complicated than it was supposed to be.
But with some fumbling and struggling, we managed, and just like that, we were tangled up in each other like we’d been a million times before, but with nothing at all between us. Sometimes he was on top. Sometimes I was. Sometimes we were on our sides. Always touching, though, and my head spun as we explored each other from head to toe.
I’d never even thought about how amazing it would be just to feel his warm body against mine—everything from his body heat to the thin hair on his legs drove my senses crazy. I couldn’t stop touching him. Everywhere. Not just his ass or his cock or those beautiful abs. Everywhere. The lines and grooves defining his muscles. Smooth planes and soft contours. I was so fucking turned on, I was sure with every brush of his hand that I was going to come, but apparently, months on end of long make-out sessions had done a thing or two for my stamina. Thank God—I didn’t want this to be over any time soon.
Michael rolled me onto my back and straddled me again, and my spine arched as his cock rubbed against mine.
“Holy shit,” I breathed.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He sounded as blown away as I felt.
“Yeah. Feels…” I moaned and closed my eyes. “Surprised I haven’t come yet.”
“Me too.”
“For the record,” I said, gazing up at him, “I have no idea what I’m doing.”
“Good.” He leaned down and kissed beneath my jaw. “Then you won’t know when I do the wrong thing.”
I laughed, holding him closer. “Everything you’ve done so far has been amazing.”
“Likewise,” he murmured and found my lips with his.
As we kissed, the heat of his naked body pressed against mine was unbelievable. I still couldn’t keep my hands off him—following the gentle curve of his spine, tracing his narrow waist, kneading the powerful muscles of his thighs.
He lifted up a little, and when his fingers closed around my cock, all my breath was gone. I’d jerked off a million times—how the fuck was it so much more intense when it was his hand? I couldn’t figure out what made it so different, but I didn’t care because it felt great.
But then he stopped.
“What’re you doing?” I asked. “I liked what—”
He kissed me. “I want to try something,” he said, panting against my lips. “Stay still.”
“Okay.” I was nervous as fuck, but more excited than anything else.
He kissed the center of my chest, and then started working his way down, and…
Oh God.
Oh fucking God.
He wasn’t…
Yeah.
He was.
His lips were inches from my cock when he looked up at me. “Just tell me if you’re gonna come, okay?”
I nodded. “Sure. Yeah.” Because I definitely wanted the same courtesy if I ever worked up the nerve to go down on him.
Michael ran the tip of his tongue down the shaft of my cock, and I almost had to give him that warning right then and there.
“Holy shit!” My hips thrust up off the bed as if they had a mind of their own.
He did it again, and this time fluttered the tip of his tongue around the head, and before I could make sense of that, his lips were around my cock. Hot, wet, with his tongue teasing sensitive skin that had never been touched like that—so much for that stamina I’d built up from all that making out. As Michael added his hand to the mix, stroking the shaft while his mouth explored the crown, my orgasm was closing in fast. I held my breath and gritted my teeth—this couldn’t be over yet. I wanted him to do this forever. I wasn’t sure I could handle something this intense for more than a few seconds, but damn, I wanted to try, because it felt so, so good, especially when he moaned and his voice vibrated against my skin
Somehow, I managed, “I’m gonna…I’m gonna come.”
I thought he’d stop, but he didn’t. He kept going. Maybe he didn’t hear me.
“Michael…fuck…” I wasn’t even in control of my body anymore. My hips lifted up, pushing my cock deeper into his mouth, and he groaned and stroked me even faster.
And I was there.
“Fuck!” I clapped my hand over my mouth, barely stifling a helpless moan, and holy shit, Michael didn’t stop. He didn’t even miss a beat, and he kept stroking my cock and bobbing his head until I shuddered hard and sank back to the bed.