ready for it

“you ready for it, babe?”

I’d always felt kind of weird about “babe” as a pet name until Raleigh started using it, at which point I found it had a certain appeal. then again, he could make anything work for me: old standards like “boy” and “cocksucker”, sure, but also “babe”, “baby”, and others besides. once for some reason he went with “big boy”, despite the fact that there’s no metric — except height, I suppose — by which that’s an accurate assessment of me. it was hot either way; everything he says and does is hot.

all of that’s beside the point right now, though, which is: Raleigh is sprawled on the bed, half-propped up against a pillow, buck naked. I, meanwhile, am on my knees between his legs, looking up at him, a little awkwardly because his balls are in my mouth — I’m taking a break from deep-throating him, because I may be good at holding my breath but I do still, eventually, need to breathe. he’s stroking himself idly, watching me, grinning that lazy, incredibly sexy grin of his.

I let his balls go and say, “yeah. I want it.”

“yeah? you sure?” he’s teasing me now, tugging the foreskin down just a little to reveal the head of his cock, red and glistening at the tip with precum and my saliva. I love it. I could stare at him like this forever. “it’s a pretty big cock…”

how did I get this lucky? I think, not for the first time. aloud, I say: “yeah. I want you in me.”

his grin widens. “yeah? you want this big dick?”

“yeah.” I sound a little breathless, which is partly because I’m still catching my breath but mostly because I’m itching — metaphorically — to sit on his cock, which is a perfect seven and a half inches, just the right thickness for its length, curving just a little to the left, with beautiful loose foreskin. first, though, I take him in my mouth again, running my tongue around the head and then shifting a little on the bed to get in a position where I can deep-throat him.

“fuck, yeah, babe,” he says. “take my cock. that feels amazing.”

I make a strangled kind of noise that’s supposed to indicate that I’m pleased with the compliment.

I want to tease him a bit, to get him back a little, but I want him to fuck me more, so I let his cock go, pant a little till I’ve got my breath back, then say, “condoms and lube are on the bedside table.”

he reaches over for it, but he’s not quite close enough, so I have to shift out of the way so he can roll onto his side and grab it. he hands it to me, then hesitates: “how do you want to do this?”

“you lie back so I can sit on you,” I say. “I’ll get myself ready, you just grab a condom.”

“perfect,” he says. “gonna make you feel so good, babe.”

by way of answer I lean down and kiss him, pressing my cock against his hip; he smiles into the kiss.

“I love you,” I say when I break the kiss.

“I love you, too, babe,” he says, then lifts himself off the pillow for a moment to kiss me again, quickly.

I open the lube and squirt some on my fingers, then belatedly realize this isn’t the best position for prepping. I lie back next to him and spread my leges for easier access; when I reach down and circle around my hole with my index finger, Raleigh — always full of surprises — leans over and takes my cock in his mouth, brushing his tongue around the tip just as I slide the first finger into my ass.

“oh, fuck,” I say.

he hums, and I add another finger, wiggling them a little to let myself adjust to the stretch. I know from experience it’s not the same as having his cock in me, but it helps to have a little preparation beforehand. Raleigh bobs his head up and down a few times as I add a third finger, breathing slowly to try to force myself to relax, but I’m getting impatient. I’d rather be getting used to him in my ass than my own fingers.

“okay,” I say. “I’m ready.”

he lets my cock fall from his mouth. “yeah?”

“yeah.”

he rolls back onto his back and tears open the condom wrapper.

“pass me the lube?”

I put it in his he free hand while he rolls the condom down. someday, I think, maybe we can try this bareback. every time we do this I get closer to suggesting it, but…not just yet.

instead, I watch him apply some lube to his cock, stroking it to make sure the whole condom is nice and slick. then he looks at me. “ready, babe?”

“yes, please.”

“it’s all yours.” he moves his hands away and nods. I swing a leg over him so I’m straddling him again and shuffle awkwardly back till our cocks are, just for a moment, rubbing against one another. then I sit up straighter, take his cock in my right hand to guide it into position, and start to slowly lower myself onto it.

of course, the first time I get it lined up against my hole it immediately slips, but on the second try I manage to get it on target, pressed against me, then slowly, slowly, into me.

“deep breaths, babe,” he says; I close my eyes and follow this advice, taking a long slow breath, exhaling, then inhaling again, forcing myself to relax and let him in.

“fuck, babe,” he says, “you’re so tight.”

then — I gasp involuntarily — he’s in. just the head, but it’s a start. the third finger while I was prepping was a good call — there’s still a bit of stretching, but it’s only uncomfortable, rather than painful. I lower myself a little further, then stop to let myself adjust. Raleigh rests a hand on my thigh and gives it a gentle squeeze. I open my eyes to see him smiling at me.

“you feel amazing, babe,” he says. “god, I love your ass.”

“almost as much as I love your cock,” I say, grinning. the discomfort is gone, so I lower myself a few inches more onto his cock then stop again to let myself adjust, not to the thickness this time but to the length.

“yeah,” he says, “that’s good. you’re most of the way there now.”

I take a deep breath, then, and lower myself the rest of the way down.

“fuck, yeah,” he says, then reaches up to pull me into a kiss; his cock throbs inside me as I move and I feel my cock jump in response, getting back to full hardness quickly now that he’s all the way in.

when he breaks the kiss I say, “you can move.”

“yeah?” he does, just a little, his hips shifting on the bed, his cock sliding out just a little bit, then back in, slowly.

“yeah,” I breathe.

“okay.” he moves again, and I sit up a little bit to make it easier for both of us, lifting myself up just a little so he has room to buck his hips up off the bed.

slowly at first, then faster, he starts to fuck me — or I start to ride him — or both at the same time, his hips lifting at the same time that I’m sliding myself up and down on his cock, letting him fill me up and then pulling almost off him and then letting him slide all the way into me again.

“fuck, yeah, babe,” he says. “take that cock!”

we hit a rhythm — interrupted once before we quite settle into it by his cock slipping out of me, but I quickly reach back and slide in back in — and stick to it for a few minutes. he continues his flow of encouragement and praise and, feeling unusually bold, I let out a soft, low moan as I sit all the way down on him.

“fu-u-uck,” he says, “yeah, that’s it. good boy.”

“mmm.”

soon, though, my legs — and my arm — are getting tired; I pause and say, “can we switch it up?”

“anything for you, babe,” he says, smiling indulgently up at me. “you take my cock so well — you deserve it however you want it.”

“can we do doggy?”

his smile widens. “yeah,” he says, “we sure fuckin’ can.”

I slide off of him, then, so he can get up, and crawl over to the edge of the bed, arranging myself on all fours. Raleigh stands up and stretches languidly, which I know is just to tease me, but I take the bait anyway. “please?”

“sure, babe,” he says, as if this is nothing, and I’m about to say something else — but then he lines himself up behind me and, with no further preamble, presses his cock into me, balls-deep in one thrust.

“ahh, fu-uck, yeah,” I say, resting my forehead on the bed and closing my eyes so I can appreciate the feeling of this.

“you like that?”

“yeah.”

“mm,” he says. “that’s hot. love seeing you like this. just for me.”

“well,” I say, “technically not just for you…”

he laughs. “if you think about it, though,” he says, pulling slowly out and then thrusting quickly back in, his balls bouncing against me, “you always give me the play-by-play of any time you let someone else do this.” out again, a little faster this time, then back in. fuck. “and you ask me for permission, and sometimes I get to watch.” out, in; out, in; he’s starting to hit a rhythm, making my cock jump with every thrust — I reach back with my right hand and grab it, stroking myself in time with him. “and sometimes I get to join in the fun. so really,” — out, in; out, in; and if he keeps going like this for much longer it won’t be long before I cum — “if you think about it, it’s all kind of for me, isn’t it?”

“when you — ahh — put it that way,” I say.

“you feel so fucking good, babe,” he says, speeding up his rhythm until I can hear the sound of his balls slapping against my skin, feel the bed frame rock with every thrust. “fuck, yeah, take my big cock.”

“yes.”

“such” — his voice lowers, verging almost on a growl, sending a shiver through my body directly to my cock — “a good fuckin’ boy. I love” — thrust — “you” — thrust — “so” — thrust— “fucking” — thrust — “much!”

he leans down, then, covering my body with his as he pounds into me, and I feel myself approaching the edge of the cliff that is orgasm —

“fuck,” I say, “I’m gonna cum.”

“yeah?” he asks, his breath hot on the back of my neck. “then cum for me, babe.”

so I do, gasping as my cock pulses and I shoot a load of cum all over the sheets; I can feel my ass clenching involuntarily around his cock as he keeps fucking me, but just as I’m about to tell him to get off, that it’s too much, he lets out a low grunt and thrusts into me one more time. I feel his cock throbbing inside me, then he collapses on top of me, breathing hard.

“oof.” also now I’m getting wet, because I’m lying in my own cum.

“sorry, babe!” he props himself up again, pulls out, and rolls off me, flopping down onto his back and turning his head to look at me with an extremely goofy grin on. “love that endorphin high!”

I roll over, too, and ask, “can you pass me the tissues?”

he does and I clean myself — and the sheets — up as best I can.

“we’ll wash them tomorrow,” he says. “for now come cuddle with me.”

we shift positions on the bed so our heads are actually on the pillows, and he wraps an arm around my shoulder, pulling me against him. he kisses my forehead. “I really love you. you know that, right?”

“I love you, too,” I say.

“yeah you do,” he says, and we both laugh.