John and I

Author's Note: Hope this update will make up for the cliffhanger. I just needed time to get this scene written as well as I possibly could. Enjoy!

His voice took me out of the pleasure I was feeling. Then I realized what he had actually said.

Holy shit I am not ready for this. Not now.

“Edwin… Please?” John pleaded. He wouldn't look at me for more than a moment.

“Yeah, ok.” I would do this for him.

I started unbuckling his belt, struggling with the unconventional clasp. He pushed my hands away. “What are you doing? I want to see you first. I need to know that this is real, put it on”.

I realized then that he didn't want me to put the condom on him. He wanted me to put it on myself. He wanted to get fucked.

He wants me to fuck him.

I don't think he realized the misunderstanding. I sure as hell wasn't going to make a big deal about it. It was obvious he was scared.

I opened the condom and quickly rolled it down my hard cock. The sensation almost got me going again but I stayed in check. This was about him. I looked at him. “There?” I asked as gently as I could.

He gulped, but nodded his head, removing his shirt in one graceful motion. His pectoral muscles stood out, hard and almost the size of my hand. His nipples turgid. He was almost shivering in anticipation.

I helped him out of his pants and he dropped his shorts quickly. He got on his elbows and knees, turning up that beautiful butt for me. But I didn't want him like that. That was too… impersonal. Too base.

“Turn over, please, I want to see you”. I carefully prodded his side, urging him to turn. He did, with a loud exhale that told me he had been holding his breath. Crawling in between his legs I kissed his thighs, loving the hard muscle and fine coating of hair. They flexed reflexively under my lips. I traced the outline of muscle, feeling the heat of his body so close to mine.

Moving up passed his waist, I kissed his stomach. He didn't have hard rigid muscles, but there was strength underneath the layer of fluff. I spent ample time just admiring his body. Loving the comforting feel of him. I think a full set of abs would have intimidated me. John made me feel safe.

I slowly traced his navel with my mouth, planting a kiss every few seconds. Licking him, tasting him, when I felt his breath coming in gasps. It was hard to do this much foreplay with a condom still on my hard cock, but I had to make sure he knew that I didn't care that he wanted to get fucked.

“You turn me on so much,” I murmured, going up to his chest. “You're so sexy”. As if to drive the point home I dive at his left nipple, ringing it with my tongue before taking it into my mouth and sucking. Hard.

“Geezus!” He groaned softly. His head swayed to and fro as I switched sides, keeping my hand on his left nipple. Pinching it as I bathe his right one with my tongue. I could tell he was nervous, his chest tasted slightly salty from his sweat.

I relished the taste though, having him be so natural was a turn on. Satisfied that he was out of his own head and in the mood I wrapped my arms underneath his knees and lifted his legs onto my shoulders. Nearly bending him in half I dived for his hole, lapping at it excitedly with my tongue.

“Unghh… Oohhh!” He muttered. I'm glad he was trying to stay quiet. Nobody could see us but they would hear him pretty easily if he started calling out. The only sounds were our breathing and the wet, heady sounds I was making as I drilled him with my rolled up tongue.

“Get ready”. I whispered, slipping my finger into my mouth. I used it to gently prod his hole, relaxing the tight ring of muscle around it. When he nodded his affirmation I slid it in, as deep as it would go. His insides grasped and squeezed, for a second making me wonder if he would break my finger.

Before he could get fully used to it I added a finger, lapping the underside of his balls as I did so. “Mmmmm…” I hummed in contentment. His ass squeezed tighter somehow, but he started hunkering towards me. Trying to force my finger further in.

“Oohhh man, you have to stop… torturing me”. He said breathing in between my thrusts. I licked up and down the underside of his cock as I fingered him. Saliva running down his balls to help lube up my fingers.

I grinned at him. He smiled back, eyes heavy lidded. I removed my fingers -to a groan of hunger from John- and swiftly took their place with my cock. The condom was already filled with my precum, the weight sloshing slightly as I lined up his winking pink hole with my hard, angry colored cock.

With a word of warning I pushed as hard as I could forcing about half my cock in him at once. “Holy shit”. I gasped. His ass was squeezing my cock, massaging the head so hard it felt almost painful.

He grunted his approval and humped the last few inches of me into him, forcing more of his slick warmth to surround my hole. “Ah, ah, ahhh!” He hissed between gritted teeth as he did this. Electricity traveled up and down my cock forcing me to close my eyes and hold still for a moment. The sensations were too much.

They weren't for him. He was hungry for more. “Please… Edwin please… Fuck me as hard as you can”. His words made me moan unwillingly. I could hear a tiny echo, as it bounced around the mostly metal space.

I did as he said, focusing everything I had into putting off my orgasm. I wanted him to cum with me. Steadily I thrust into him, at this angle so hard that it looked like he was going to break. He took it like a champ though, gasping and groaning, but meeting my thrusts with his own. Purposefully massaging my cock.

As I drew in close I could tell he was getting close to cumming. Leaving one hand to support myself, I jerked him with the other, never missing a beat with my thrusts. The sight of my cock sliding in and out his hole was mesmerizing. His powerful legs were shaking, trembling at what I was doing to him.

I had to admit I felt the same. I hunkered lower, our faces only a few inches apart, as I worked up to my climax. “Fuuuck!” He cried softly. I saw in his eyes that he was ready. Going wild I twisted my hips and thrust one last time, hitting something inside of him. Something that made him cry out way too loudly. We both came, me inside the condom, wrapped in his ass. And him over my hand and his stomach and chest.

Gasping for air, I smiled. “How was that?”

In response he drew my face closer and pressed his lips to mine. It was the first time we kissed. Actually, the first time we had done anything that wasn't sexual. And this wasn't, I could feel the difference. He was forcing his feelings through the kiss, feelings that scared me. That I didn't want to involve in our… whatever this was.

I broke off the kiss. I saw the hurt in his eyes as I rapidly took off the condom and got dressed. I couldn't deal with this. Not then, and barely now as I write this. But let me continue with the story.

“I… I shouldn't have done that-” He started.

“-No please, you didn't do anything". I interrupted, not meeting his eyes. As I pulled my shirt on over my head, I sobbed a little. Not so loud that he heard.

“I'm sorry”. Was all I said. I climbed down the ladder and walked out of the building. I didn't know where I was going but I needed fresh air.