Apartment #9

From Part 7

“How do you want that steak?” Tyler moved his eyebrows up and down rapidly, and I felt a tingle in my groin.

The dinette was designed for four people and to convert to a bed for two. It fit the two of us nicely as we sat there and had the best-tasting steak that I’d ever eaten. The corn-on-the-cob was a perfect side, and while I wondered whether a glass of wine might top things off, I was satisfied when we finished eating. I gathered the paper plates and cups and put them in the trash while Tyler washed the silverware. I tied a knot in the bag and placed it by the door. He moved close behind me. I turned. “So, is it time to go home?” I said with a sigh.

“Your apartment or mine?” he asked.

“ I guess it’s too soon for ‘ours.’”

“Is it?”

“My heart says, ‘no, it’s not too soon’, but my brain says ‘yes, it’s way too soon.’” I put my arms around his neck. “I don’t want to listen to my brain.”

A smile spread across his lips. “You should listen to your brains while you consider what your heart and dick have to say.”

“So, Tyler, what are your brains telling you?” I asked.

“My brains are telling me to take you home.”

“Yeah? And what’s your heart saying?”

“Believe it or not, my heart’s saying the same thing.”

“Really? What’s your dick saying then?”

“The same thing it always says, but it wants me to take you home first because that bed is more comfortable.”

“That’s so sweet of him, thinking of my comfort.”

“My dick’s always thinking of your comfort,” said Tyler with that cute smile of his.

I pushed myself up and against him and pressed our lips together. I felt him shiver as my fingers ran down his back to his ass and then across his crotch. “That was to let him know that I’m always thinking about his comfort, too. But I want your brain to know that I think we can be just as comfortable here.”

“Ethan.” He looked into my eyes, and perhaps for the first time, I truly saw past his beautiful eyes and into his beautiful soul. I reached my hand under his shirt. Just to feel this skin with my fingertips made my heart beat faster. “Ethan, tell me what you want.”

“Take your shirt off.” I removed mine. “I want to feel your skin against me. He slid his shirt over his head, and he placed his chin at the bottom of my rib cage. He kissed me and moved his head up. Kisses were spread from across my chest to my neck. He kissed my chin and then his tongue pushed its way into my mouth.

My chest rubbed across his. His hairiness excited me. I had been violated many times, but I had never been loved. “I need you to be my first,” I said. “No one has ever made love to me before.”

“Slide your pants off and sit on the edge of the bed.” I did, and he got between my legs. He pushed my knees farther apart and moved his head toward my growing erection. His tongue moved against the rim of my corona before he pushed down to bury his nose in my pubic hair. I felt the resistance and release as my penis entered his throat. He seemed to be sucking me harder as he moved up and down my shaft. I began to moan uncontrollably, and then I came.

Tyler swallowed what I gave him; then he said, “Get farther back on the bed.”

I complied, and the top of my head pushed my pillow to the wall. Tyler grabbed the other pillow and stuffed it under me, raising my ass a little higher. His tongue began to massage my hole and the area above it. I felt my eyes roll back.

He began to focus on my hole. I could feel the entrance to my tunnel quiver as he tried to push his tongue in. I began to pivot my hips to meet his tongue thrusts. I needed more than his tongue; I wanted to tell him so, but I wanted to let him be in control. The sensation of his finger slowly pushing, massaging, playing with my sphincter changed things. I was getting the satisfaction of having part of him inside me.

But it wasn’t enough, I wanted more. “Oh, Tyler, more.”

“Easy baby, more is on the way. Breath for me. Grab my finger with your hole.”

I began to make squealing noises as he probed me. I grabbed my knees with my hands, pushing them farther apart and giving him more access. He plunged two fingers into me. They moved across my plum, and my dick jerked. I felt a small amount of precum squeeze out of me. I needed him inside me. I fought the urge to push him back and slam my ass down on his cock. He was being gentle with me because he loved me. But I wanted him to bang me because I loved him.

I felt his fingers slip out, and he moved up and over me. Our lips pressed together again. I sensed his arm adjusting his hardness, and the head of his cock moved across my hole. I released my knees and grabbed the side of his head to pull our lips together. As I pushed my tongue into his mouth, I felt his dick enter me. He slid in with intent but not force, and the sense of fullness of him was one of satisfaction.

As Tyler’s thrusts penetrated me, I met him with a pivot of my hips. A sensation I had never noted before spread through me. I felt myself float up; I could still see him pushing into me and pulling out, and each thrust left me wanting another. My dick swelled hard again, invigorated by Tyler’s presence and movement. His lower abs rubbed against the shaft as he moved forward with each piercing.

His eyes burned into me and he sped up the penetration cycle. I nodded ‘yes’ to the unasked question, and he pushed against me. I sensed this throbbing and jerking manhood as it emptied his seed into me. With a deep breath, his head dropped down next to mine.

I grabbed his ass cheeks to pull him even closer. I held him inside me. “I love you, Tyler.”

“And I love you more than I can ever say,” he told me.

“You’ve shown me, just now,” I said.

“Will you show me?”

“As soon as I recharge my batteries.” His dick slipped out of me with a plopping sound. I reached down and touched my hole. “You’re bigger than I realized.”

“You say the nicest things.” Tyler moved next to me. “So, do you still want to go home?”

“You know, I realized that I am home. Home is with you.”

“I’m going to stitch that on a pillow.” Tyler laughed.

“That’s so gay,” I chuckled. “So what’s your dick telling you now?”

“It’s telling me to make sure to buy DMC embroidery thread in rainbow colors. Does your dick have anything to say about that?”

I laughed, “My dick is telling me to fuck those ideas out of your head, Officer Higgins.”

Tyler pulled me on top of him. “I have news for your dick. Fucking me will just make me gayer.”

I kissed him. “I’ll risk it.”