“Um, actually, I think I do. That’s why I couldn’t stop myself from saying it.” Slowly, Henry stood up from the chair and made his way over to my bed. I suddenly remembered that I was only wearing a thin pair of shorts, and my cock lurched unbidden.
I looked into his eyes as he sat next to me, still trying to keep up a semblance of nonchalance. His irises were a speckled sea green, and they set off the tanned hue of his skin in a way that I just couldn’t stop staring at. “Well, that’s nice to—“ I started to say, as suddenly I felt his hand on my thigh. Henry didn’t say anything; he just continued to touch the warm, lightly hairy skin of my inner thigh. Almost instantly, my cock started to get hard. Henry’s eyes traveled down my chest and stomach to the obvious outline of my 7.5” cock in my shorts.
“Hey man,” I said, trying to hold on to the last reserves of my self-control. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Yes.” It was simple, declarative, without hesitation. “I’m not even exactly sure what this is, but I know I want to do it.”
That was all I needed. I leaned my head towards him while I began to gently stroke his arm through his shirt. We leaned our foreheads against each other as we continued to make eye contact. Cautiously, I moved my lips to his. We made contact slowly, sensitively. His lips were full, warm and firm. After about ten seconds of pressing our lips together, I slowly opened my mouth, and he followed suit. Our tongues gently began to explore one another’s mouths. Suddenly, a muffled, soft moan escaped from deep within Henry’s body.
I pulled away from his kiss. “Wow. Jesus,” he said. All I could do was smile. That seemed to spur Henry on. His eyes turned back to my cock, the head of which was now sticking out of my shorts. “Can I touch it?” he asked, his voice filled with an adorably curious tone.
“Of course,” I said, with a sensitivity that frankly surprised me. I had never felt so much desire in my life, but I still wanted to make sure that I could guide Henry as gently as possible. His hand reached out and slowly grasped the thick girth of my cock through my shorts. I looked back up to his face, and I had never seen such a look of lust and passion in another man’s eyes. He began to rub the light fabric of my shorts against my shaft, his grip solid and warm against my cock.
I kissed him again, this time harder, with my hand cradling the back of his head. I could taste the whiskey on his breath, and I’m sure he could taste it on mine as well. I began to raise his shirt over his head, tentatively at first, but when I encountered no resistance, I fluidly pulled it off. With both of us shirtless, our hands started to explore each other’s bodies. His bronzed skin shone in the light from the desk lamp, and his body felt incredibly hard and warm in my hands. Our kissing turned even deeper as my hands made my way to Henry’s tight pants. I fumbled with his belt buckle as he leaned back, lying down on my bed. After a few seconds, I had undone his pants and started to move them down his muscular thighs.
After kicking off his pants, Henry looked at me again. “Let’s get naked,” he whispered, and I was more than happy to comply. I quickly pulled my shorts off, freeing my dick from its fabric constraint. Henry stared, taking in the image of my full, heavy balls and thick cock standing out from my manicured patch of dark blond pubic hair. He reached towards his obscenely over-priced underwear, but I stopped his hands from moving forward. I hooked my fingers over the edge of his waistband, my hands nestled against the cut line of his hips, and gently pulled down. First, his dark brown pubic hair, buzzed down to about half an inch, came to view. Then, the base of his cock started to appear. I suspected from making out earlier that he was nicely hung, and that was quickly affirmed as I continued my visual journey. His cock was virtually the same length as mine, a bit less thick, but perfectly straight and incredibly hard. I could see the precum glistening on the tip of his scarlet head. Maybe it was just my projection, but his cock—somehow—looked noble.
I settled back on to my bed, and we began to vigorously make out. Our hard cocks rubbed against each other as I lay on top of him. I couldn’t stop touching his body, and he reciprocated just as eagerly. The warmth of his hand gripping my bare cock was driving me crazy. After a few minutes, I decided that I wanted to take it to the next step. Without saying a word, I moved my head down Henry’s torso. The warm August night had already made us a little sweaty, and I inhaled deeply as my lips began to gently kiss his erect, pink nipples. He smelled like whiskey and musk, his body exuding a manly scent that I had never experienced with my high school boyfriends. I continued to kiss him, his hands gently stroking my short blond hair. My tongue traveled down the length of his chiseled abdomen, until I reached the stiff brown hair under his navel. I breathed in deep again, enjoying the sweaty, slightly funky aroma of his pubic hair. His cock was now nestled directly below my chin, pointing up towards my face. I lifted my head and moved it down to the base of his shaft. Slowly, I put my tongue where his shaft met his body, and I gently started to lick the length of his penis. His hips shifted slightly in anticipation of what was to come. Once I reached the top, I curled my tongue and licked the fluid gathered on the tip. A strand of clear precum, shining in the low light of the desk lamp, connected me to the round, red tip of his cock. I could tell how much he liked where I was going, and I knew that what was coming next would be even better.
I took a long, deep breath, and then I placed the tip of his cock in my mouth. The slick precum mingled with my spit and the salty, meaty taste of his body. Slowly, I moved down his entire length. I had realized pretty early with my first boyfriend that I had a talent for sucking dick, and I wanted my skills to shine through as clearly as possible. After a few seconds, I had his whole cock in my mouth. My nose was pressed firmly against his pubes, although with his thick cock in my throat, I couldn’t enjoy the aroma this time. I could feel his whole body shift, and a moan escaped his lips. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he said, his head thrown back against my pillow. With that bit of encouragement, I started to suck. I moved up and down his spit-slick dick, making sure to take him all the way in and all the way out. I moved slowly at first, enjoying the way the veins in his penis felt against my tongue, the way the ridge of his cockhead sprang lightly from my lips. After about a minute or so, I picked up the pace. In no time, I was engulfing his cock wildly, slurping as I reached the tip and plunging back down again. “Oh Evan,” he said. “Oh fuck!”
I wasn’t done, but I wanted to see what else Henry was ‘curious’ about. After only a few minutes, I pulled my mouth off of him. “How was that?” I asked.
“I…I’ve never had anything like that. Jesus, man.”
“Your cock is incredible, Henry. It’s fucking perfect.” My desire had turned my voice husky, with my natural twang becoming far more pronounced.
“I want to try that,” he said, so I lay back down on my bed. He tentatively started to kiss my body, licking the cleavage between my pecs and kissing nearly every one of my abs. Once he reached my pubes, though, he seemed overcome by his lust. He immediately popped the head of my dick into his mouth and flicked it with it his tongue a few times. I quickly realized that, just like me, Henry was a natural born cocksucker. He took about 2/3 of my length into his mouth, smoothly bobbing up and down. I could feel his spit drip down my shaft, lubricating the full length of my dick. I guided his hand to the base, where he wrapped it around my thick shaft and started to suck and stroke me. I was in heaven as this incredibly hot heir to American royalty gave me everything he had. He even tried to take me all the way in a few times, and even though he gagged once or twice, he continued to suck me with passion and skill. I couldn’t usually come from a blow job, but I started to feel the familiar tingling sensation deep in my prostate start up as his warm, wet lips passed over the head of my cock. I knew I wasn’t ready yet, though. I knew that I had to feel Henry inside of me, fucking me.
I gently pulled his mouth off of my cock and looked into those gorgeous eyes. I think he knew almost before I did what I was going to say next. “Henry, I want you to fuck me.” The words sounded hoarse and sexy coming out of my mouth, and I could tell from the look of utter delight on his face that he wouldn’t need any further convincing. Since it was his first time, I told him how to get me ready. “I’ve got a bottle of lube in my bag there, grab it.” He reached down to my duffel bag and pulled the bottle out. “Put a little bit on the tip of your finger, and then rub it against my asshole.” I got up on my hands and knees on the bed as Henry got behind me. Before he started using the lube, though, he began to kiss the muscular, slightly downy cheeks of my ass. I instantly arched my back, thrown into a deep state of arousal. Taking a cue, and completely without my guidance, he began to kiss around my tight, pink asshole. Slowly, surely, I felt his tongue begin to lick around my hole. I started to moan, quietly so as not to alert Chase and Charlie on either side of us. He continued to eat my ass, lightly flicking me with his tongue. Then, he buried his face into my aching hole. I could feel his tongue inside of me, darting in and out. My body began to tremble lightly as I suppressed a gasp of pure rapture. My slick hole was quivering, and every time I felt his tongue press in, I inhaled sharply. I had never been more ready in my life to get fucked.
I twisted my torso around, and Henry lifted his head up to mine. I kissed him as deeply as I could, tasting the mix of sweat, booze, and ass on his tongue. “Holy shit, Henry,” I panted, and then, in a quieter, more seductive tone: “I want to feel you, all of you, inside me.”
“Oh Evan,” Henry moaned as he flipped the lid on the bottle of lube and squirted some onto his fingers. I watched as he rubbed the liquid up and down his beautiful cock. He positioned himself behind me, but I quickly flipped around, throwing my well-muscled legs up towards the ceiling. “I want to see you when you fuck me,” I said, my tone becoming almost animalistic. He leaned down and kissed me, and I moved myself over to the edge of the bed. “It might be easier if you stand up,” I said, since the raised bed put me at the perfect height to take his rigid cock. He put his feet onto the floor and moved in front of me. I stared into his face as he positioned the head of his cock at my hole. He looked back at me, a deep sensitivity visible in his eyes. “Evan, I’m not going to hurt you, am I?” he asked. “No, God no,” I said. “Just go slowly at first. You’ll know when I’m ready for you to go faster.”
He smiled broadly as I felt the tip of his cock push up against me. My ass was so slick from his tongue fucking that I knew there wouldn’t be much resistance. I felt the head of his dick enter me. I was so turned on that he penetrated my ring with virtually no pain at all. Slowly he eased his cock inside of me. I looked up as he felt the warmth and the pressure of my ass for the first time. He had a far off look in his eyes, as if he was lost in some reverie. His torso gleamed with sweat, while his muscles tensed with anticipation. I reached up and grabbed him by the back of his neck. I drew him into a kiss, and his eyes met mine. We had only met twelve hours ago, but the pent up desire that both of us had been living with for weeks melted away into almost indescribable pleasure.
“Fuck Evan, you feel so good,” he whispered.
“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life,” I told him.
Slowly, he began to move his cock in a gentle rhythm. My well-lubed ass could take every inch of him, and I was focusing every part of myself on the way he felt inside me. He began to fuck me a little bit faster, but he was still being incredibly conscientious. I started to move my hips with his thrusts, increasing the distance between our bodies and then bringing them back together. I could feel his cock against my prostate, and my hard cock seemed to pulsate with his movements. I knew that I couldn’t touch myself, because as soon as I did, I would come all over both of us. Henry followed my lead and increased his pace. He was grunting quietly, and his eyes were roving all over my body, taking everything in.
“Fuck, baby,” he said, as he pulled mostly out and then quickly pushed back in. “Fuck!”
“Fucking make me yours. Fuck me. I’m yours,” I responded, becoming more certain that it was true with every thrust.
His pace reached a fever pitch, every thrust coming just a second or two after the last. I knew that at this pace, he was probably going to come soon. I looked up at him through our bouncing, grinding bodies and told him to grab my cock. The feel of my hard cock in his hand must have sent him over the edge, and I began to feel his hips start to buck wildly. As soon as he wrapped his fingers around my shaft, I felt my own orgasm start to rush forward.
“Fuck,” we said in unison, as I felt his orgasm shoot off inside my ass. A split second later, five ropes of thick, hot cum came spiraling out of me as my whole body shuddered. He continued to pump me hard, four, five, six times, each time shooting another load inside of me. Finally, after what felt like a minute of coming, we began to breathe again. It was like finally reaching the surface after diving deep underwater. We couldn’t stop panting as we just stared at each other’s face.
I wrapped my arms around his wet, muscular torso and held him. I could feel his cock slowly soften inside of me, and I wanted to keep him in me as long as possible. Our bodies were covered in sweat and cum, and I felt my skin rapidly began to cool as a gentle breeze rolled in from the open window. Finally, slowly, Henry pulled his still semi-hard cock out of my ass. I began to feel the amazing sensation of his cum trickling out of my hole. I didn’t give a fuck how messy we were, I just wanted to lay there with him for as long as possible.
Sleep started to overcome both of us as we embraced each other on my bed, arms and legs intertwined. “I can’t believe how perfect that was,” Henry said with a sleepy smile.
“I know, man. I didn’t think it could be that good.”
Henry yawned, and I then I felt his warm lips on mine. I loved the feeling of his warmth, his solidness, his hardness. We began to drift off as dawn started to peek over the towers and ivied walls of the Yard.
