I watched Paul intently, his spent cock in his hand, his chest still heaving from the intensity of the explosive orgasm, and his face, a fascinating contrast of masculinity that contradicted his youthful features. I became more aware of everything: the smell of cum that clung to my chin and most of my torso, the warmth coming off of his body, even the sounds of the cold wind buffeting the windows. Everything seemed to be more intense at the moment.
“Are you ok?” Paul asked, carefully making his way off the bed and standing in front of me. “Yeah,” I said, helping him step onto the floor. Paul moved forward, nestling his body against mine, smearing deposits of cum between us. I ran my hands down his back and bent my head forward, burying my face in the crook of his neck. His skin was soft and warm, and I breathed in his scent.
I was content to stay this way, not wanting to go anywhere, as I experienced a deep personal connection with Paul. The feeling was warm and comforting, and at the same time alien and strange. My mind raced, and I could hear my heart beating as I accepted the feelings washing over me.
Our connection was interrupted by the muffled sound of a ringing cell phone. “That’s mine,” Paul said, softly, but didn’t break the embrace to answer his phone. The ringing stopped, and the room was silent again, but the phone soon began ringing again. “Maybe it’s your parents making sure you are ok?” I asked. Paul slowly broke away, and I saw the uncomfortable expression as he searched for his phone. By the time he reached it, it had stopped ringing again.
“It wasn’t my parents,” Paul said, his voice and expression were heavy with disappointment as he corrected me: "It was Jack." I had to pause and remember that Jack was his father's friend—the one Paul was discovered in bed with, which ultimately led to his being thrown out of the house.
“I will leave you alone to talk to him,” I said, grabbing my towel from the floor and going to the bathroom to give Paul some privacy. I decided to get in the shower and rinse off all the patches of cum that were deposited on my body. I put my head back and let the warm water wash over my head and cascade down my body.
I was lost in thought and didn't hear Paul enter the bathroom. "Can I join you?" he asked. Before I could answer—before the words could even form — he slid the glass door back and stepped directly into the stall. He reached for the bar of soap and began sliding it slowly over my chest. I'd never showered with anyone before, and no one in my adult life had ever washed me. The unexpected intimacy felt oddly strange yet comforting.
I watched Paul's hands trace the soap over my skin. His gaze was fixed on the movement, intensely focused, yet I could tell his mind was distant, trapped in deep thought. The look in his eyes —hollowed by rejection and loneliness — was instantly familiar, and my chest tightened with a powerful empathy.
I took the soap from his hand and set it on the dish. Paul kept his eyes lowered, offering no resistance as I drew him close. He let his head fall against my chest, and he settled into a complete and quiet surrender.
Standing there, holding the weight of his pain, I began to realize. His loneliness and rejection weren't just his; he had become a perfect mirror. Through the echo of his pain, I finally saw the desolate part of myself that I had refused to acknowledge.
I dried off first, then left the bathroom to give Paul some time alone. A few minutes later, he joined me in the kitchen, where I was preparing a fresh pot of coffee. “Thank you,” he said softly and hugged me. I kissed his head tenderly and felt a sense of calm washing over me. The closeness to Paul began to affect me, and I could feel my dick getting hard and pressing against him. Paul began to grind his body into mine, and I could feel his dick responding in kind.
Paul raised his head, and our eyes met, and as I stared into his eyes, I brought my lips close to his. Neither of us blinked as I covered his mouth with mine. Paul’s lips parted, and my tongue began to explore his mouth. The kiss intensified, and our bodies became entwined in the moment's passion.
As our lips connected as one, so did our bodies. Our hard cocks ground against each other as the sexual hunger took over. I pulled Paul as close to me as possible, wanting to feel every part of him and wanting to take ownership of him. My hand ran down Paul’s back, and my fingers traced the line down his ass. Paul moaned deeply as my finger passed over his hole. Paul pushed against my hand, making his intentions clear.
I couldn’t stop myself – I didn’t want to stop myself. I released Paul and, with a quick movement, turned him toward the counter. Paul placed his hands on the counter as I stood behind him. I grasped the base of my cock and watched as a clear drop of precum formed at the tip. Using my cock like a paintbrush, I began to run it up and down the crack of Paul’s ass.
Paul moaned and spread his legs; his puckered hole, clearly visible, made my dick pulse with excitement. I bent my head forward and allowed a wad of spit to drop from my mouth, hitting my cock. With my hand, I smeared it over the mushroom head, mixing it with the slick precum, then positioned it at the entrance of Paul’s ass.
The mushroom head slipped inside past the outer ring, and I reveled in the feeling of being inside him. “Do it,” Paul moaned, attempting to drive his ass onto my cock. I placed a hand on the small of his back, preventing him from moving. Something was exciting about being in control. It was a feeling I had never experienced; a sexual pleasure in owning someone, owning what was going to happen.
Paul began to moan and pant with craving and need, and that further drove my control and desire. “What do you want?” I asked in a playful and sadistic tone. “I want you inside me,” Paul panted back. My body shook with intense energy that I wasn’t sure how to control. I placed my hands on Paul’s hips and began to slide my dick deep into him.
“Oh, FUCK!” Paul moaned. I placed my hand on his neck and pulled him roughly to me so that I could kiss him. Paul reached his arm back and over my head, pulling us together. As our tongues found each other, I began to slowly pull my cock back, then push it inside him.
As my dick began to slide in and out more easily, I released Paul, who once again grasped the end of the counter as I started to fuck him without restraint. Being inside of Paul felt terrific, but it also felt like I had been freed sexually. With Paul, I could be rough, I could be in control, and I could enjoy my own sexual pleasure without feeling guilty about satisfying my needs. I could feel the full force of my sexuality without having to worry about my partner.
Feeling freed of constraints and considerations, I began to fuck Paul with the full force of my cock. I pounded his ass as hard as I wanted and as much as I liked. I grunted and gyrated, I sweat, and my balls slapped back and forth. And I liked it. I liked the feeling of being free and not being held back, and what made it even more fulfilling was that Paul liked it and wanted it too.
“You feel amazing,” I grunted almost incomprehensibly. I was so lost in my own passion that I had no idea what Paul said in return. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I said so loud that I was almost yelling. I could feel my orgasm coming, and I didn’t want this to end. I tried so hard to stop it, but I had crossed over the threshold that would have allowed me to stave it off.
With a last ounce of control, I pulled my dick free and spun Paul to face me. The muscles on my chest were strained as I held my breath and pointed my cock at Paul’s body. I slowly let out the breath and released myself. Warm bursts of cum shot out of my cock, hitting Paul’s abs, and dripped down onto his stiff cock. More cum shot from my dick, adding additional milky white spots to Paul’s body.
As the last drops of cum fell from my spent cock, I reached for Paul and began to kiss him. I felt a fantastic surge of sexual relief and gratitude for what happened. As we kissed, I could feel Paul’s hard cock poking me, and I wanted to return the favor. I broke off the kiss and looked at his hard cock coated in my cum.
The warm, pungent scent of my cum filled my nose. It was oddly exciting. I placed my lips on his cock, tasting my cum for the first time. It was salty, but not unpleasant as I had feared. His cock felt alien as it slid past my lips. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine how to do it, how to suck a cock. What would it feel like, and how would I know if I did it right?
As I became more comfortable with the feeling, I began to rely on Paul's cues; if I used my tongue on the underside, he seemed to moan. If my teeth brushed his skin, I could feel him tense. Placing my hand on the shaft and moving it in coordination with my mouth seemed to get the most positive response.
I started to feel more comfortable at sucking, and Paul’s moans seemed to indicate I was doing a good job. Paul ran his hand through my hair as I continued working his cock. “Oh man, I’m going to cum,” Paul said, his voice sounding distant and small. I continued sucking, wanting to complete the job. “I’m going to cum,” Paul said, a much stronger warning this time. I didn’t stop; I wanted to know what it would be like to take his load.
Paul moaned and gyrated, and his hips moved erratically as the powerful orgasm surged through his body. Paul let out a wild moan, and warm, thick cum coated the inside of my mouth. At first, it took me by surprise, and I felt like I was going to gag, but I found some control and adjusted my mouth as more cum began to shoot from his cock.
Taking the cum in my mouth wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be, but doing something with it is where I got stuck. Finally, with my mouth filling with Paul’s seed, I decided to see what it was like to swallow it. Again, I was surprised that it wasn’t as horrible as I thought it would be. In fact, there was something oddly exciting about it.
Paul’s orgasm stopped, and I gave his dick one last lick before straightening up. Paul fell into my arms, and I held him as we silently reflected on our sexual encounter.
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