Chapter 3

But his eyes seem to like what they see. They hungrily dance all around my naked upper torso. He kisses me again. His hands wrap around my back and his fingertips drag down my spine as his kisses leave my mouth and find my neck. I shiver from head to toe. From my neck, his lips and tongue travel down my sternum slowly on a southbound journey toward a destination previously unexplored. He goes to his knees as his hands land on my ass cheeks and squeeze. His mouth arrives at my navel and suddenly my half inch deep vertical oval is filled with his tongue and my eyes roll back in my head. He stays there for an extended visit as his hands make their way around to my button and zipper. As they go to work, my emotions change. Excited and adventurous are replaced by panic and doubt.

My goosebumps and erection say one thing but my brain is screaming something else. As my button pops open and my zipper is slid halfway down, it takes every ounce of strength in me to stop him.

I guide him up to standing again and read his disappointed expression. I’m disappointed too. I say, “It’s a little too fast for me.”

He smiles sadly, “I understand. Hey, ten days, right? You can set the pace.”

I blink a “thank you” at him and he kisses me again. A gentle tender goodnight kiss that does nothing to dissipate my raging hardon. He picks my shirt up off the floor and hands it to me before walking out the door.

Three hours later, it’s 1:00AM and I can’t sleep. I still have an erection. It’s like I’m a horny eighteen year old all over again. Really, at eighteen, I never had anyone to be horny over. This is actually a first for me. I’ve never had the occasion to be enticed and intrigued sexually by another person and I certainly have never before been the object of someone else’s desires.

It’s a little too fast for me. That’s what I’d said. On the one hand, I did just meet him about seven hours ago. On the other hand… I am a thirty-two year old virgin. Is it possible at this stage of the game for anything to be “too fast”?

I slip out of bed and retrieve my key to Jeff and Natalie’s apartment. I grab my own keys too. I hope to be gone for a while. I’m barefoot and only in boxers and a t-shirt, so I glance left and right down the hallway before tiptoeing across the hall and sticking my key in their lock. I lock their door behind me.

It’s a two bedroom apartment and Michael is asleep in the guest bedroom. It’s a queen sized bed and he is on one side. I slide under the blanket and, despite the fact that I am a few inches shorter and a few dozen pounds lighter, I spoon up behind him.

He is awake now. “Ethan?”

I tell him, “Don’t move. This is Natalie’s cat. Disobey me and the punishment will be death.”

He laughs. “Consider me at your mercy.”

I have never been pressed up against someone else’s warm body before. I like it. A lot. Unlike me, Michael is not wearing a shirt. Just briefs. I use my hands to explore this man in the dark. I glide my fingers over the contours of his shoulders, his biceps, his shoulder blades, his pecs. I run my fingertips up and down his spine. He gets goosebumps everywhere. I kiss the back of his neck and he lets out a soft moan of pleasure. When my roaming hands make their way to his abdomen, I am relieved to discover he has a nice round innie. Outies scare me. His belly is lean but soft and vulnerable. He trembles from my touch. This is a solid sturdy sexy man and he is letting me explore him. It’s time to take things from PG-13 to R. My three and a half hour erection rages on.

I trail my fingers down from his navel following his treasure trail to the waistband of his underwear. There is actually a gap between his waistband and his body because his underwear is tented. I don’t know if his erection has been holding on for hours like mine or if this is a recent development but either way, I am obviously the cause. And that thrills me.

Without moving he asks, “Are you sure you’re ready?”

I softly talk in his ear, “Will you let me be in the driver’s seat for tonight?”

I slip my hand through the gap and find his tentpole. Wow! This is another first for me. My hands are still my eyes in this dark room under the blanket, but he feels amazing. Hard, warm, long, smooth and masculine. My touch makes him jolt, like he’s been electrocuted. I giggle. I stroke him up and down and within seconds, his precum provides a natural lube. He moans some more.

I roll him onto his back. As I position myself kneeling between his legs, I pull off my shirt. My eyes have adjusted enough to make out that his body is as gorgeous as it felt. He’s eyeing me too. And smiling. I’m not so sure what he’s smiling about. I’m the one with the view of a sexy man. Our bodies are way different. But then I look down and his pulsating cock is about to rip the seams of his briefs. I guess we each have a type and fortunately, we’re each looking at our type.

I take his wrists and raise his arms above his head. He lets me. I tell him to keep them there. He nods. I take another moment to simply stare down at him. All stretched out on his back, naked and on display… This is better than any scene of any movie. I lower myself and my lips find his. There are hints of minty freshness from whenever he brushed his teeth. I nibble his lower lip and prod my way inside with my tongue. Meanwhile my fingers begin at his wrists and traverse the length of his inner arms. As I glide across his armpits, he giggles in my mouth. But he keeps his arms where I told him to.

We kiss for what simultaneously feels like forever and not long enough. The whole time, our chests are rubbing, our bellies are rubbing and our cocks, through thin fabric, are rubbing. I’ve never felt so good. I am warm, safe, tingly and alive all at the same time. I trail down his neck and eventually find his left nipple. He moans out as I suck and swirl my tongue. The right nipple gets the same reaction.

I trail kisses down his chest, his stomach and his lower abdomen. It’s time to lose the undies. His wet spot has expanded considerably since we started. I grip the waistband on both sides and I kiss the length of his shaft through the fabric, teasing him. It takes several kisses because he has an impressive length. I gently graze my teeth along his glans and he bounces on the mattress. Finally, I pull down the briefs and his magnificence springs free. He is a work of art. Michael is not a gym rat. He is masculine without being grotesquely muscled. He is soft and vulnerable in some places while hard and rough in others. Presently, I grab his hard roughness.

He gasps and throws his head back. I love that he’s letting me take control. Giving me the power. After the initial grab, I slow things down. I settle into a kneel and I give his organ a long slow massage. There is enough precum that no oil or lotion is needed. I am not looking for a quick ending so I work gently, tenderly and slowly. I give him long strokes for a long time. I rub him between my palms. I trail fingertips up and down. It’s my thumbs that drive him crazy. My thumbs wiggle and walk up from his base to his tip and he lets out an animal sound. Then they swirl in opposing circles and his toes curl. But I have to be careful. Edging this man is all kinds of fun, but I don’t want to accidentally push him too far. I’m not ready for his climax yet.

I begin to kiss his shaft and his whole body stiffens. When I reach the apex, I take in as much of him as I can (which admittedly is not all that much) and he flops on the bed like a fish out of water. Again, this is not the finale, so I take it easy. I rise and pull off my boxers. I lie down across Michael again lining up our corresponding parts like before, except this time with no fabric stretched between us. I put my hands in his hair and kiss him again while wiggling my body along his. The undersides of our erections are rubbing and stroking against each other. We kiss harder and deeper.

He tentatively lowers his arms and I do not reprimand him. He puts one hand in my hair and the other on my back, gliding up and down my spine. From our heads to our toes, we are in complete sync with each other. So many sensations run up and down my whole body that I can’t keep track of them all. My five hour erection is ready to bust its grand finale. Michael removes his hand from my head and grabs both of my ass cheeks. He squeezes and pushes me harder into him, increasing the friction and pressure between us. I gasp in his mouth and my hands squeeze his head tighter. I continue to slide up and down him and our breathing changes at the same time. We are completely in tune with each other and we are both on the brink. He squeezes my ass harder still and in three more strokes of my cock against his, we are both shooting our loads on our bellies.

As our earthshattering orgasms quiet to a still, I lie there on top of him like a blob of jelly. We both need to catch our breath. We’ve made quite the mess between us, but that doesn’t matter. Cleaning up in the shower together ends up being a whole lot of fun. Michael looks really good glistening wet. He spends an unnecessary but not unwelcome amount of time using his tongue to clean out my belly button.

Back in bed, this time he is the big spoon. I fall into a deep sleep, safely in his arms.

The next night I’m alone in my own bed around midnight when I hear the rattling of keys at my door. I smile and lie on my back. The room is dark, but I sense the body that appears in my bedroom doorway. I pretend to be asleep.

I feel the blanket shift down by my feet. Two hands grip my left foot and I flinch. Warm moist lips find my right foot and I smile. My left foot gets an aggressive massage while my right gets tender kisses and licks. While his thumbs knead their way from my heel to my toes on one side, his lips and tongue do the same on the other side. One set of toes gets individually squeezed and rubbed while the other set gets individually sucked. I giggle. And then he switches left and right.

When he’s done with my feet, he works his way up my legs, taking his time and alternating hands and mouth between the right and the left. My erection began when his form appeared in my doorway. I had a partial chub when he got to my toes. By my knees I am full-on erect. Tonight I did something that I have never before in my life done – I went to bed completely naked. We did not plan this midnight encounter. Well, not verbally. All evening long throughout dinner and a movie, we communicated a lot with our eyes. So, yeah. I hoped. And here he is. Kissing, licking and nibbling his way up my inner thighs. Driving me crazy in the best possible way.

When he runs out of thigh, he buries his face in my balls. This takes me by surprise. I am even more surprised when he next takes my balls in his mouth. I am not sure what I expected, but it actually doesn’t hurt. It feels weird but sensual. Something I never conceived of. While he sucks my scrotum, he grabs my shaft. My hands grip the bedsheets. He releases me and casts the blanket aside. He stares down at me, grinning like a fool. I feel self-conscious. He is naked too. The perfect example of the male specimen is towering over an imperfect male specimen. I know my chest is scrawny, my arms are weak, my legs are twiggy, my abs are nonexistent…my cock is smaller than his.