Pulling up to the house in suburban Atlanta, this didn't look like the normal kind of call that we got. We had received a domestic disturbance call, and my partner and I were responding. Another officer pulled up seconds behind us, as back up I assumed. The house was a typical updated ranch in a quiet neighborhood. But standing outside in the front yard were two men, one in a robe, the other in only his boxers. They were yelling at each other. Apparently, a neighbor had seen the fight and called 911.
My partner and I jumped out and immediately began calling for the two men to calm down. "You called the cops?" one of them asked the other.
"No!" the other man yelled back. "Must have been a neighbor, since you've been out here screaming and hysterical all morning!"
"Well, if you weren't out there cheating, fucking every ass you see, I wouldn't be out here YELLING!" the first guy responded. Clearly, we'd been called to a lovers' quarrel.
We moved closer, attempting to get them to calm down. The officer from the other patrol car joined us, and I realized it was my buddy Ken. Suddenly the first guy yelled out again, pointing at Ken, "YOU! Get the fuck off my property! HOW DARE YOU SHOW UP?"
I looked over at Ken, curious how he might know this couple. The homeowner answered my question for me. "You've got a lot of nerve! You show up at my house after I find all those text messages and pictures about how much you like getting fucked by my husband! I recognize you from those nasty pics you sent! Get THE FUCK out of here!"
Well, that was unexpected! I turned to Ken and said, "Maybe you should get back in your car. I'll let you know if we need help." He stood still for a moment, then silently headed back to his patrol car. I turned back to the couple, and after a few moments we were able to calm the first guy down and get them both back inside. We suggested that the second guy, who apparently was the cheater, stay somewhere else tonight. I admit I almost busted out laughing when his partner said sarcastically, "You should have plenty of options of places to stay with the number of sluts you've been fucking!" The man agreed, and went to put some clothes on. While he was gone, the first man told us that when he woke up that morning, he noticed his partner's phone buzzing with text messages. He looked at them, and they were from another man that he had hooked up with the day before. And then, after doing more digging, he found more messages from other guys, apparently including Ken, and so he had flown into a rage.
When his partner returned dressed and with an overnight bag, they both said they didn't want to press any charges and promised us that they would talk more rationally tomorrow after they had cooled down. We finished and walked out and back toward the car. I told my partner that I wanted to chat with Ken a moment, and I'd meet him at the car. I walked over to Ken's patrol car, and he rolled down the window. Ken looked white as a ghost, scared of what I would say.
"First, stop looking so scared," I began. "What you do on your time is your business, not mine." His face showed some relief. "But I just have one question: if what he said is true, why did you come here?"
"I didn't know it was his place!" Ken answered, admitting that it was true. "I heard the call, and was close, so I came to provide backup if needed."
Leaning closer, and lowering my voice, I asked, "Is what he described true?" Ken blushed as he nodded. "Man, I didn't even know you were gay! Did you think I would treat you different if I knew?"
Ken looked at me and said, "No. I knew you'd be fine, but I didn't want any other officers to know. I don't want to be known as the gay cop around the precinct."
Seeking to lighten the mood, I said, "Well, I know now. And it's good to know the skills my buddy has in case the wife is in a bad mood and not putting out!" I laughed as I said it, and Ken smiled, then laughed too. "In your wildest dreams, Officer Barnes!" was Ken's reply. As I walked away, I smiled, knowing that our camaraderie was in tact, even if I had just found out this surprising side to my best friend on the force.
I knew that Ken was not married, but at 25, he was a young, muscular stud, and as an officer, I figured he was playing the field. He would certainly have no problems picking up women. I, on the other hand, had just turned 30 and had been married to my high school sweetheart for 8 years now. We had two kids, and were the perfect family. I was doing well on the force, rising up through the ranks, and everything looked like it was perfect in my life.
I returned to my patrol car, and my partner and I radioed in that we were done with the call and available to dispatch. As we drove off, I couldn't get the previous situation, and Ken's admission, out of my mind. My partner wanted to know what Ken and I had talked about. I just told him that Ken said the dude must have been fucking someone who looked like Ken, that he didn't know them. I didn't think it was my right to out him.
But the real reason that I couldn't get it out of my mind had nothing to do with Ken, and everything to do with me. You see, I have a secret that I've kept closely guarded in the deep recesses of my being since puberty. The secret is that I'm attracted to men, or more specifically, I'm attracted to big, muscular men. There's probably some psychological reason I joined the police force, constantly surrounded by muscular alpha men. But I decided long ago that I was going to bury that part of myself, and I've built a great life with my wife and kids. We are the perfect, beautiful American family, and I want it to stay that way.
Ken's admission rocked me, though. He gets to do what I'd always dreamed of doing. He gets to live out the fantasies I've only imagined in my head. Even though today was embarrassing for him, at least he knew what it was like to get fucked! I was a bit jealous of his life, and wondered what it would be like to be him, to submit to a man, to give up control and have him take pleasure in my ass. I work out regularly, and look the part of the men that I desire. I've made myself into a muscular, alpha guy. The only problem is the outward persona doesn't match who I am inside. I long for a big man to make me his bitch.
I spent the rest of the day preoccupied wondering what Ken's life was like, and when my shift ended, I ran into Ken on our way out of the station. "Thanks for being cool about today," Ken said quietly as he grabbed my shoulder in a conspiratorial way.
"No problem, brother," I responded. "Hey, wanna grab a beer before we head home?"
"No, I'm headed home to watch the game," Ken answered. I had forgotten that it was Saturday evening and UGA was playing. "But you could come watch the game with me!" Ken offered. I considered it, and told him I'd call my wife and make sure that was fine with her. Checking in, she told me they had already eaten and she was tucking the kids in. They would be asleep by the time I made it home, so I was free to go hang out with Ken. I told him I would accept his offer, and we went to our cars and then made our way to Ken's apartment.
Once there, Ken turned on the TV and then grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge, coming back into the living room and plopping down beside me on the couch. "What a day!" he laughed as he looked over at me.
"What a day, indeed!" I responded.
"Thanks again for being cool about me," Ken started.
I interrupted him with, "Dude, stop. I don't care who you have sex with." Then, as an afterthought I said, "Although let's try not to get you involved with anymore domestic disputes! I told Ben (my partner) that you said it must have been a look alike because you didn't know the couple."
"Thanks for not outting me," he said, a look of gratitude on his face.
"Don't mention it," I said. "I didn't think it was my place to tell the world your secret."
"I'm lucky to have a buddy like you," Ken said.
"Shut the fuck up!" I laughed as I punched his shoulder, feeling awkward at his expression of appreciation.
We laughed and cut up as we drank and watched the game. Since he had brought up the subject of the call earlier today, I asked him about how he met the guy, and what had happened. He admitted that they connected on Grindr and he didn't know the guy was married. Ken ended up opening up, admitting that he's a bottom and looks for a certain kind of top, a real man's man. "In fact," Ken said laughing, "If you were gay, you'd be exactly the kind of guy I'd look for."
"How do you know I'd be a top if I were gay?" I asked, curious about the roles and how a gay couple decides who does what.
"You just look the part," Ken said. "Big, strong man. Your wife's a lucky lady, getting dicked down by your masculine self all the time! I'd spread my legs for you in a heartbeat!"
I know I blushed at the compliment. I playfully punched him in the shoulder again, telling him to stop. "So do you have other guys that you meet up with for sex?" I asked him to steer the conversation away from me.
"Yeah, I've got a couple of fuck-buddies, and then I'm on Grindr a lot, keeping my options open." Ken paused, then continued: "There's one guy that I meet up with a lot."
"Are you always the bottom?" I asked.
"Yes." Ken said matter-of-factly. "I've never been that into topping. I prefer having a man pound me into the mattress!" I'd never heard anyone talk that openly about sex before, especially gay sex! I was seeing Ken in a whole new light this evening. I'd only ever thought of him as a butch cop, rugged and handsome, a guy you'd expect to be a real ladies man. Instead, we're sitting here having a conversation about him being the bitch for other dudes. My own secret desires were causing my curiosity to be heightened, and I found I couldn't stop asking him questions.
"So this guy you meet up with more often," I began, "what's he like?"
"Well," Ken said, "he's a big, built black dude that I met at the gym last year. He saw me come in to work out, still in my uniform, and he actually followed me into the locker room."
"Is he bigger than you? Were you scared?" I asked. I thought back to the times that I'd been scoping out the muscle studs at the gym, never having the guts to act on my desires. I couldn't believe that I was hearing this story of a guy who just went after what he wanted! Apparently, what the black stud wanted was my cop buddy Ken.
"Yeah, he's 6'6, and has muscles everywhere!" Ken said by way of description. "He's way bigger than me, and I would have been intimidated, but he came on to me immediately. We were in the locker room by ourselves, and he just came out and asked if I wanted to have sex with him!"
"What!?" I asked incredulously.
"Yeah, man!" Ken continued. "The dude just walked up to me and said, 'You ever get fucked? Because I'd sure like to split that fine white ass you got hidden in those pants. I've always wanted to fuck a cop!"
"What did you say?" I asked, feeling my cock harden from the story.
"I smiled at him and said, 'Yeah, Daddy! I'd love to give you this ass!'" Ken continued the story, telling me that he didn't even work out that day, they just gathered their stuff and then Jadyn (the black guy) followed Ken back to his place. Jadyn's been fucking him pretty regular ever since. Every week or so, one of them will text the other, and within an hour or so they'll be naked in Ken's bed, with Ken getting pounded.
"I've heard that black guys are hung big," I started. "Is that true?"
Ken smiled as he said, "Yeah, he's big. I measured it for him. He's between 9-10 inches hard.
"Holy fuck!" I exclaimed. "How can you take that?"
"Very carefully, at first," Ken replied.
"What does it feel like for him to fuck you?" I asked.
Ken looked at me suspiciously. "Why are you asking?"
"Just curious," I said. "You've told me all about meeting him, and what roles you play, and I'm just curious what you get out of it."
Ken described getting fucked in pretty vivid detail. He told me that at first it hurts, but that the top can help open him up and stretch his hole so that the pain goes away quickly. He talked about having his partner's dick hitting his prostate and how that feels, and just how good it feels to give up control to another man, especially a man that's bigger and stronger. He even told me about his clean out routine to prepare for getting fucked. As he was talking my dick got harder and harder, and finally Ken noticed.
"I see this is turning you on?" he asked. I blushed and tried to cover my erection, unable to respond to his question.
"Well, if you indeed are curious and ever want to try something, I can set you up with one of my friends," Ken offered. "I know a bunch of bottom guys that would go crazy for a chance to bend over for you!"
I finally found my voice. "What if I was curious about trying..." I trailed off, unable to admit out loud what I'd wanted for almost two decades. My first wet dream as I entered puberty was about being pinned down by a wrestler I'd seen on TV.
"Bottoming?" Ken finished my question. "Are you serious?" he asked. I nodded slightly, afraid to speak or admit out loud what I really wanted. "Well, I've got a bunch of top friends too. But based on the story that's gotten you hard, I'm guessing you are curious about Jadyn in particular?" For the first time in my life, someone had offered to let me try what I'd always longed for. Terrified of the consequences, but becoming desperate to try it, I slowly nodded my head.
"Well." Ken said, looking at me. "I did not expect that!" We sat in silence for a moment, then he said, "Do you want me to reach out and see if he'd be interested?"
"NO!" I answered quickly. "I mean, I don't know..." I trailed off, suddenly very aware of how much I had revealed to Ken of my hidden desires. "Let me think about it, but now I need to go." I left as quickly as I could, suddenly needing to be out of there. I had done so good at hiding what I wanted for so long, and tonight I'd admitted it, out loud! To my buddy! I went home, and when we went to bed, I fucked my wife hard. I needed to reestablish my manhood in my own mind. She loved it, and wanted to know what had gotten into me! Sadly, I knew that I had to imagine hooking up with Ken's Top to even get an erection to be able to fuck her.
Two days later, I ran into Ken as we were both clocking in. He pulled me aside and said, "You okay? You kind of left in a hurry the other night."
"Yeah," I responded. "I was just a little freaked out by our conversation. I'm good."
"Great!" he responded. "Because I took matters into my own hands, and I called Jadyn. I told him I had a cop buddy who was curious about bottoming and wanted to know if he was interested in virgin cop ass."
"You did WHAT!?" I exclaimed in a whisper.
"I didn't tell him who you are," he replied. "I just mentioned that I might know a cop who's looking to try something new."
I processed this information for a moment before asking, "What did he say?"
Ken smiled, realizing that my curiosity was indeed peaked. "He wanted to know if you were free today?" My mind was reeling! It was one thing to fantasize or even ask questions about others' experiences. It was something completely different to agree for your own ass to be deflowered. I stood still, unsure of what to do or say.
Seeing my indecision, Ken suggested that I come over tonight and just meet Jadyn. Then we could make a plan for the future if I was interested. "Just in case, though," he said, "why don't you come home with me on our lunch break and I'll show you how to prepare. Just in case." I was on desk duty today, needing to finish up some paperwork that had piled up, so that could work. Finally, I nodded, agreeing with his plan.
I rode home with Ken during our lunch break, and endured the most humiliating series of events as I learned for the first time how to clean out my ass. If I indeed ever go through with this, it better fucking be worth that shit! After emptying out, and then showering after, I redressed in my uniform and we went back to the precinct. Ken told me that he had texted with Jadyn, and he would meet us at Ken's apartment after our shift. He also told Ken to make sure I was in my uniform, and wanted to know if we'd send him a pic of me in uniform. I used Ken's phone to snap a pic, and Ken sent it to him. I also texted my wife, telling her I'd been asked to work some overtime to finish up the paperwork.
Driving over to Ken's after I got off, I kept asking myself, "Why in the hell are you doing this? What if this ruins your life? Isn't it safer to just fantasize?" Yet even with the war raging in my own brain, I knew I wanted to experience it. I didn't know if I would give in today, but I knew there was a strong possibility that I would end up getting fucked by Ken's friend.
Arriving at his apartment complex, I parked and walked up to Ken's door. I knocked, and a couple seconds later Ken answered. "He's in the living room," Ken said as he welcomed me in. I turned and looked as I walked in, still in uniform as instructed. Seated on the couch was a muscular black man, probably in his late 20's or early 30's. He was shirtless, and the muscles of his chest were powerful, his arms were big, his face was handsome, and his smile was infectious. I knew with one look that I would give in to this man. I don't know how to explain it, but I knew that he would fuck me.
"Hot damn, I love a stud in a uniform!" Jadyn said as I walked in. He stood and moved toward me. I held out my hand to shake his, and his hand engulfed mine. After shaking my hand, he held onto me, spinning me around and ogling my ass. "You white boys and your pumped up bubble butts, get me hard every time!" he exclaimed. When he stood, I realized that he was only wearing his boxer briefs, and I could see the outline of a large cock already hardening in his shorts. "I love a sexy cop in uniform!" he smiled as I turned back around. "The only thing I like better is a sexy cop naked, bouncing on my cock!" He wasn't wasting any time announcing what he wanted out of this meeting!
Jadyn moved to sit back down, but pulled me with him, bringing me to sit next to him on the couch. He put his arm around my shoulders, saying, "Let's get to know each other a little better." Ken sat on the loveseat, and I wondered if he was feeling jealous of the attention that Jadyn was giving me. The three of us chatted, while Jadyn kept his hands on me, touching me, rubbing my legs, my shoulders, my arms.
Finally, after talking for a few minutes, Jadyn turned to me and said, "Ken tells me that you need help popping your cherry!" I blushed as I nodded. He laughed as he said, "You white boys are so cute when you blush!" Bringing his hand up to my face, Jadyn turned my head so that I was facing him, looking into his eyes. "I want your cherry," he said sexily, "and I've got the right equipment to give you what you've always wanted." Saying that, he leaned forward and pulled my face to his, and suddenly I was being kissed by another man for the first time in my life.
After that first kiss, he pulled back and asked, "You wanna give me that ass? You wanna let me be the first to show you what a real man can do? You wanna be my bitch?" His words held a power over me, and I couldn't say no. His deep, sexy voice made me want to give him whatever he wanted. I wanted to give up control to this man. I wanted him to fuck me, to make me his bitch. "Yes," I answered simply.
He smiled and stood, extending his hand to me and pulling me up. Jadyn wrapped his massive arms around me and pulled me against him, as he took me in another kiss. "This is gonna be fun," he smiled as he pulled back. Taking my hand, he began leading me out of the living room. "Okay if we use your bed?" he said to Ken. It was asked as a question, but Jadyn never stopped walking to wait for the answer. "Yes," said Ken, "and you know where the lube is." I was being walked back to my first gay sexual encounter. I was being led to get fucked, my friend watching this black stud seduce me.
Jadyn walked us into Ken's bedroom, holding my hand and pulling me with him. He shut the door as we walked in, and we were alone. Ken had some soft R&B music playing on a speaker in the room, and it just added to the sexually charged vibe. Jadyn stepped up behind me, sliding his arms around my waist and pulling me back against his chest, his head beside mine. "You ready to give up that ass, officer?" he said in my ear, his deep voice both soft and manly at the same time, sent shivers throughout my body.
Jadyn began unbuttoning my shirt as he held me from behind. He removed my shirt, unbuckled and removed my uniform pants as he ground against me from behind. It was so erotic to have him undressing me, preparing me to take his cock in my ass. I could feel his hard cock, pressing against my underwear covered ass as he ground against me after removing my pants. Jadyn was definitely practiced in the art of seduction, and it was working on me!
When he had me naked, I felt him move behind me, dropping his underwear as well, before he moved to hug me from behind once again, his naked cock coming to rest in the crack of my ass as he wrapped his arms around me again, both of us naked. "You feel me?" he asked sexily in my ear. "Yes..." I hissed out, my body shivering in pleasure at his touch.
"I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby!" he continued uttering sexy talk in my ear as he began walking us toward the bed. Once we were there, he turned me around and pulled me into a passionate kiss. His body felt so warm and solid as he held me against him. I'm a big, muscular guy, but I felt small in his arms. He was taller than me, and bigger than me. Our cocks were dueling as we made out, his bigger shaft grinding against my 7 inches. I'd always been proud of my size, but he put me to shame!
Then, as we made out, he began pushing me backward, moving us down onto the bed. He laid me back and then came down on top of me. Being kissed by him as he lay on me felt nothing like making out with my wife. In fact, I began to experience what it must feel like for her when she's under me. I felt him moving between my legs, separating them so that he could lay on me. I was surrounded by his body, his smell, and his muscles. He was in control.
After making out on the bed for a few more minutes, Jadyn moved down my body, kissing my pecs, biting my nipples, kissing down my abs, licking my shaft, before moving below my balls. I felt his hands grab my legs and push them back to my chest as his tongue made contact with my hole. I couldn't believe the level of pleasure that was generated in my body from just his tongue touching my hole! "Holy shit!" I exclaimed. Jadyn chuckled, the vibrations hitting my hole as he dove his mouth on it, licking, biting, and rimming my hole. I didn't know my ass could feel like this! I never wanted him to stop! At some point, Jadyn added a finger, then another finger, and finally a third, gradually opening my hole, stretching me. He added spit as he kept rimming me as well, and my hole had never felt so wet!
Finally, Jadyn pulled back, and I heard the bedside table drawer opening. He grabbed a bottle of lube and squirted some on his cock, and dribbled more on my hole. I watched him stroke his shaft, spreading the lube over the entire length. Setting the lube aside, Jadyn climbed over me, his knees spreading my legs once again. As he moved up against me, he smiled down at me as he pointed his cock head at my opened hole. "You ready to get fucked, white boy?" he asked as he pressed the head off his cock against my hole. I could feel my hole opening and his head inched forward, until with a pop he slid in and the first 3 inches of his cock followed. I tensed up from the penetration, the pain overwhelming me.
"OOOOH! Stop!" I yelled. "Take it out, it hurts! FUCK!" I'm sure that Ken could hear me from the living room as my ass was penetrated for the first time.
"Shhh," Jadyn responded, holding still. "You can take it, you just need to relax. I got you." He stayed still, but he leaned down over me and kissed me again, moving my attention from my ass to his kiss. The distraction must have worked, because I relaxed again and another two inches just slid in. This time it didn't hurt as much, but it kind of burned. I was definitely aware that I had half of his massive cock in my hole!
Jadyn pulled back slightly, then began rocking slightly, getting me used to movement with his cock in me. What I didn't realize at first was that as he began that slow in-and-out motion, he was going just slightly farther in with each push. Within another minute, I felt his wiry pubes tickling my ass. He was all the way in! Jadyn looked down at me under him, smiling as he said, "You did it! This hole was made to get fucked by this cock! Every cop knows that sometimes you've got to use necessary force to get the right outcome!"
"Necessary force." I'd used that phrase many times on calls. My ass felt like it had been forced apart. I wasn't sure it was necessary, though! For my part, I felt full and uncomfortable. I wasn't sure that I was enjoying this. I liked feeling his powerful body over me, but the actual penetration was more painful than I imagined, and even though I'd taken all of him, I couldn't imagine this becoming pleasurable. It felt strange to see my legs up in the air, split by a big man whose dick was in my ass. I remember thinking at that point, well, at least I've tried it and I know what it feels like.
Then, Jadyn began pulling back, still slowly, and thrusting back in. But he was pulling back farther than when he was just trying to get it in. I realized that he had begun fucking me. I also realized that he was varying his angle, stretching me in different directions as he slowly ground in me. About the 10th time that he pulled out and pushed back in, he hit something that sent pleasure sensations radiating out of my ass, seemingly straight to my cock. "Whoa!" I groaned. "What the fuck was that?"
Jadyn smiled as he began thrusting to hit that spot over and over. "That's your prostate, your G-spot," he said. Suddenly, this began feeling good. A warm glow was spreading throughout my body. My cock, which had softened when the penetration began, started filling back out and hardening. I suddenly understood why a guy would endure the pain of penetration to experience this pleasure! I had no idea that getting fucked could feel this way!
Sensing that I was opening to him and enjoying his cock, Jadyn began picking up speed. His hands were on the bed on either side of my head, and he was basically in a push-up position over me and I was bent in half as he fucked me.
"I just love watching a new bitch enjoy my cock!" he said, grinning down at me. "I love seeing the pain on your face turn into ecstasy! I like watching you realize you've become my bitch!"
I could only moan and groan, nodding and smiling as he created feelings in my body that I didn't know I could feel. "You like being my bitch?" Jadyn suddenly asked, slamming all the way in and holding still.
"Oh, yes!" I said, startled at my own voice. It sounded an octave higher than my normal speaking voice. My eyes widened in pleasure as the intense sensations jolted through me. Jadyn started fucking me again, in earnest. I remember hearing the headboard thumping against the wall, knowing that Ken could hear the sound of my ass being taken. For that matter, his neighbors probably knew too! I felt like such a slut, giving up my ass to a stranger in my friend's apartment, where he could hear my deflowering. I remember wondering what he was thinking as he heard the sound of our sex. I realized I didn't care, that I was glad someone else could hear and could know how good this felt to me. I wondered if he was jerking off listening to the headboard thumping and my cries of ecstasy? I heard myself groaning, and moaning like a bitch, hearing "Oohs" and "FUCK ME!!" coming out of my mouth as he pounded me.
Jadyn kept me in that position, on my back, face-to-face as he made me his bitch. After about 10 minutes of steady fucking, he sped up, and his thrust grew more erratic. "Jerk yourself!" he commanded. I grabbed my own cock, and began stroking. I was so turned on that after about 5 strokes, I felt my orgasm wash over me, the cum shooting from my cock and coating my muscular white chest. I'd never orgasmed with even a finger in my ass, so I wasn't prepared for the pleasure as I felt my ass spasming while in the orgasm. I'm sure that felt good for Jadyn as well, because two strokes later, he thrust balls deep in me and held still. I could feel his cock convulse as he shouted, "Yeah, bitch, take that load!"
He held still in me as we both crested down from our climaxes. Finally, he laid down on me, his full weight bearing down on my body, his cock still in my hole. I could hear his heavy breathing next to my ear, his breath causing goosebumps to tingle all over my neck. I'd never felt more vulnerable than at that moment, completely open to the man who'd dominated me, who'd made me his. My arms were around his back, hugging him to me.
As his cock softened and then slid out of my hole, the first wave of guilt washed over me. "I'm married!" I thought. "I just cheated on my wife. I just let another man fuck my ass!" My thoughts spiraled out of control, not able to believe that I'd just done that. "Oh my God, he just shot in me bare. I didn't even ask him to use a condom! What the fuck is wrong with me?" I began pushing against his body, wanting to get him off me.
"What's wrong, baby?" Jadyn asked, seeing my face as he lifted up.
"I've gotta get up, I can't believe I just did that, I..." my words trailed off as tears formed in my eyes, shame consuming me at how easily Jadyn had been able to seduce me. He rolled off of me and I shot up, trying to get up and out of this room as soon as possible!
Jadyn jumped up with me, and grabbed me in a hug, holding my body against him, not letting me go. "Shhh, just relax," he said calmly. "It's normal to feel overwhelmed and guilty after your first time." His words and his arms settled me slightly. When he felt that I'd stopped fighting him, he held me back, looking at me and said, "Let's go get you in the shower. It'll make you feel better." I let him lead me into the bathroom that was off of the bedroom. He started the water, feeling for it to get warm, then ushered me in and under the spray. I had to admit that it did feel good to have the warm water cascading down over my body. I felt Jadyn step in behind me, closing the door. He turned me around so that I was facing him and then stepped in to hug me once again, together standing under the spray. Then he grabbed the bar of soap and began to wash me. He was so gentle and caring, and I felt the guilt and anxiety, even the anger I was feeling, begin to wash away. I realized that it felt good when his fingers soaped up my crack, one finger brushing over my sore hole. He ran the soap over his body as well, then set it aside as he once again pulled me into his wet soapy body. His mouth covered mine in a soft kiss, and all of my defenses melted away as I relaxed against him, feeling safe and cared for in his arms.
I realized after the shower that not only was he talented at fucking, he was talented at dealing with the post coital emotions of his bottom. I was lucky to have Jadyn be my first. I redressed, and Jadyn put on his boxers, and then we walked out to the living room. Ken was still sitting on the couch, reading a book.
Hearing us walk in, Ken looked up at me and said, "Well?"
Jadyn answered for me. "We got him fucked! He don't have to wonder what it feels like anymore." I blushed, but also felt good with Jadyn's arm protectively around my waist as he said it. I smiled shyly at Ken, a look that I realized must be normal between two bottoms who know how good it feels to have been fucked.
"I've got to get home," I said, beginning to move to the door. I turned back as Jadyn grabbed my arm and pulled me back, taking me in a goodbye kiss. "Thank you," I said simply, looking up in his eyes.
I left then, walking out to my car, my ass sore. I wondered how this would change my life moving forward. I never expected it to feel so good, and I knew I would be wanting this dull ache in my ass from now on!
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