Tucker
I waited with bated breath for Ryan to emerge from the bathroom with whatever he thought was so important to retrieve. Didn’t he know he had me so worked up, I could almost explode right then and there?
That tease… I eyed his bed. Its comforter looked incredibly plush, and the sheets had been made perfectly, like a high-end hotel. I wanted nothing more than to mess it up as I rolled around in it with Ryan.
“What’re you doing in there?” I just about demanded.
Ryan finally slunk out, a mischievous look on his face. “We’ve been waiting for years. Don’t tell me you can’t wait one more minute.”
“I can’t.” I stepped over to him and pulled his body up against mine. He was by no means a small guy, but I towered over him. I think he liked that. He smiled up at me.
“I want you to make up for all the years we could’ve been together.”
“I will,” I whispered hoarsely. I then noticed that he was holding objects of preparation: a small bottle of lubricant and some protection. I hadn’t even thought about such necessities. “Are you always so well-equipped?”
“No, but ever since we met up again, I made sure to be.”
I kissed his neck deeply. “I didn’t know you were so hungry for me.”
“You must be blind then.” Ryan pulled away from me and glanced over at his bed.
He didn’t have to say anything. I swept him up off his feet and carried him over. Sure, maybe I shouldn’t have been straining myself like that, but it was a short walk, and I wanted him to know just how easily I could take him.
I set him down on the bed and kissed his lips with all the passion I had stored up over the years. I tasted him as our tongues danced. It was more than we both could take, so I began stripping him of his clothes. First I took off his shirt, kissing his chest all over, licking his nipples until he was gasping for air. I then removed his pants and gazed at the hardness beneath his boxers.
That was when I felt a slight skip in my heart. I had never been with anyone before. I didn’t know what exactly to do.
But I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to taste him.
I breathed my hot breath over the tip of his still-clothed length as he combed his fingers through my hair, practically begging me to come closer. I licked the fabric, getting just a taste of him, and that was all it took for me to find the courage to go all the way.
I pulled his boxers down to release his cock, which I touched first with my index finger, feeling the soft warm skin pulse beneath my touch. The glistening of his precum was too much, and finally I took his tip into my mouth, getting the full taste of him.
Ryan gasped and tightened his grip on my hair. He couldn’t get enough, and his desperateness made my worries melt away as I knew I couldn’t disappoint him. I was all he had ever wanted, and it filled me with lust and pride.
I took his length deeper into my mouth, and soon he started thrusting gently. Ryan managed to catch his breath long enough to say, “God, Tucker, you don’t know how long I’ve been wanting this.”
I would have told him I was well aware, and that I regretted ever depriving him of our love, but instead of words, I would show him instead.
I sucked on him greedily, wanting more and more, wanting him to release in my mouth. I gripped his ass cheeks, pulling him deeper into my mouth until he couldn’t hold back a moment longer. “Tucker, I’m… I’m—”
He didn’t have to warn me. I could feel his body shutter as he climaxed, his groan a beautiful sound to my ears.
I pulled back and returned to kissing his neck.
“Dear Lord,” Ryan gasped, and I put a finger to his lips.
“I’m not done with you.”
Ryan stared at me, his eyes half-lidded and drunk on lust.
I found the condom he had left on his nightstand and I ripped it open. Before I slipped it on, however, I managed to stop and ask, “Are you comfortable with this?”
“Yes,” he breathed. “Just… just take it slow, as desperate as we both are.”
“I will.” I pulled my pants down and slipped the condom on. He grabbed the bottle of lubrication before I could. I think he was looking for any excuse to touch a part of me he never touched before.
I waited, exposed to him. He seemed impressed by my size and poured just a bit more lubricant than he had initially put on his hand. He then palmed the tip of my cock, and I had to grab the headboard to steady myself. His touch was too much, and I wondered how I’d even last long enough to go all the way with him.
Once he had me worked up into a near-frenzy, I stopped him. “Turn around,” I said, and he immediately did so, more obedient than one of his dogs.
I beheld the sight of his ready and willing ass. My hands clung to both cheeks, and I felt the juiciness of them before I spread them apart. I then doused my fingers in lubricant and massaged the outside of his hole gently.
I made sure to go slow. I knew he had been saving himself for me, and I’d have to take my time. No matter, it made the moment even sweeter.
Ryan moaned into one of his arms, saying something incomprehensible, but I figured out what he meant when he pushed his ass up against my finger. He wanted me to go further.
I stuck just one finger into his tight hole, still mostly massaging the rim while he got used to the sensation, then he pushed against me some more. My finger went deeper, and deeper still into his warmth.
“That’s good. That’s really good. Keep going.”
I began thrusting my finger gently, in and out until it felt like he could take in an extra digit. Then I gently slipped in a second finger.
“God, yes.”
Though I had no idea what I was doing, his commentary suggested I was hitting all the right spots. I pushed in deeper until I hit something—a pleasurable spot I had only heard of but never had any experience with. That seemed to send Ryan almost over the edge.
He cussed, quite unlike him, and I stopped, worried I had gone too far. “More,” he demanded, reassuring me. “God, Tucker. More.”
My cock needed to be buried in him, the pounding arousal like nothing I had ever felt before. I positioned my tip against his rim and pressed against him until he took me in.
It took every ounce of my will power to go slow, letting him adjust to my size, but eventually he accepted me up to the hilt.
Fuck, he felt amazing. Once I knew he could take it, I started thrusting. I went slowly at first, but soon we were both pounding against each other so hard that we made the bed rock.
I gripped his hips, pulling him up against me as deeply as I could, the both of us gasping and panting in rhythm. I reached down to his cock, feeling that it was dripping with anticipation. I gripped his length tight and jerked him to the same beat as my cock inside him, until finally—after years of build up—my orgasm came shuddering through my body as I came deep inside him. He gasped desperately, coming in perfect sync with me until we both collapsed beside each other.
God yes, it had been worth the wait. It had been worth the accident. It had been worth everything.