The four guys started to move excitedly, while Frederik and Kieran crawled backward to the top of Frederik’s bed, leaning on two pillows and settling into see the scene unfolding in front of them. Even Frederik now found himself curious to watch.
“Alright then, amigo,” Brett said, a wide, predatory grin splitting his face as he looked at Leo next to him. His thick, cut cock, still hard, twitched as it seeker attention. “Get yourself ready for me…”
Leo, despite his outward bravado and confessed use of toys, felt a knot tightening in his stomach. He’d been rubbing himself furiously watching Kieran on Frederik, his own 7-inch cock slick with pre-cum but the dominant look in Brett's eyes was intimidating.
“Okay,” Leo breathed, swallowing hard and standing up to get lube from his backpack. “Just…be gentle? I’m getting a little nervous now. Toys and my finger are one thing, but you’re…a whole other thing.” He tried to maintain his confident tone.
Brett chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. “Gentle? Maybe. Depends how good you are.” He reached out a hand and traced the firm curve of Leo’s thigh, moving upwards and feeling the dense, dark hair covering Leo’s ass cheeks.
Leo flinched slightly at the touch. He got back up on his bed on all fours, leaning forward, presenting his rear. The thick hair of his ass crack leading down to his tight virgin hole was exposed to the air and Brett's gaze. He watched Brett through his peripheral vision, seeing the older man’s eyes focus in.
Brett leaned in closer, his warm breath on Leo’s ass. Leo squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself. He felt Brett’s fingers gently part the cheeks, revealing more of the puckered opening hidden within the fur. A shiver ran down Leo’s spine.
“Damn, that’s a fucking forest, man…,” Brett muttered, his voice rough. Despite the way it turned him off, the raw desire to dominate such a masculine, strong guy was a chance for a power play that he relished. His fingers, surprisingly gentle at first, massaged the area around Leo’s asshole, trying to loosen it, testing the resistance.
Leo felt himself clenching instinctively, fighting against mind’s yearning for the fat cock. “Mhmmm” he whispered, his voice tight.
“Cmon, relax,” Brett said, the command laced with challenge. “Let’s see if you’re as confident as you pretend to be.” He pressed his finger fully into Leo’s hole in one movement.
A sharp, unfamiliar sensation bloomed inside Leo. Not pain, exactly, but a deep, stretching feeling that made him gasp and arch his back slightly. “Ahhhh…”
Brett withdrew his finger slightly, then pressed it in again, a little deeper this time. He began to work it in and out with slow, steady pressure. Leo’s initial tension started to ease as the strange sensation became more tolerable. He felt his grip on his bed loosen, his breathing become a little less strained.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Brett murmured, his expression focused now, less about the power trip and more about the physical act. He used his finger to explore, circling the inside walls, finding sensitive spots.
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Meanwhile, on his bed, Dev was sitting nervously, his eyes wide and dark, fixed on Adam. Adam sat calmly opposite him, his toned body relaxed, but his uncut cock standing stiffly up from his smooth pubic area.
“So…” Dev whispered, his voice barely audible. He had no idea what he was doing, but the thought of Adam’s experienced mouth on him was thrilling, and the idea of doing the same for Adam was daunting.
“Okay,” Adam said, his smile widening slightly. “I’ll go first. Show you how it’s done. Just relax, yeah?”
Dev nodded fervently, his heart hammering against his ribs. He shifted slightly on his bed, presenting his 6-inch uncut penis, which was hard and glistening, below his rock hard abs.
Adam leaned forward, positioning himself between Dev’s legs. His eyes met Dev’s for a brief moment as he chuckled. Dev squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself, much like Frederik had moments before.
Adam’s mouth was warm and wet as it closed around Dev’s head. Dev gasped feeling the contact on his dick. Adam’s tongue quickly flicked against the sensitive tip, sending shivers through Dev’s entire body. It wasn’t gentle like Kieran on Frederik; Adam’s technique was confident and determined, focused on the ‘sex’ of the act, not the tenderness.
Dev moaned softly, his head tilting back against his pillow. He gripped the sides of his sheets, his body tensing with pleasure. He could feel Adam taking more and more of him into his mouth, sucking strongly, working his way down the shaft with steady suction. The feel of Adam’s smooth, muscular chest against his legs and the rhythm of his mouth was sending him over the edge within a minute.
“Oh…oh god,” Dev breathed, his voice thick with emotion. His hips began to rock slightly, a desperate, involuntary response, “I’m getting close…”
Adam lifted off of him, “it’s been like 30 seconds mate…?”
“First time anyone is…uhhh…doing anything to that…”
“Oh shit, mate…” Adam didn’t realize he was this inexperienced.
Dev looked down at him, a rush of naughtiness surging through his veins at the thought of a man being the first person to ever get him off.
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On his bed, Frederik was slowly coming back to himself. The lingering sensations from Kieran’s blowjob were fading, replaced by a deep sleepiness and a mini identity crisis. He looked at Kieran sitting calmly beside him, his expression gentle, as he just watched the others. There was no judgment in Kieran’s eyes as he turned back towards the Dane with a subtle understanding in his eyes as he looked at him softly.
Frederik felt a strange stirring in his chest. It wasn't just the physical aftermath; it was the emotional impact of Kieran’s kindness, the pleasure, the way Kieran had looked at him, and spoken to him. He thought about how Kieran had called him adorable and how much Kieran seemed to enjoy his body. He felt a surge of something that he almost felt could be affection.
Frederik looked Kieran up and down, seeing the pale, semi-muscular skin, the scattering of freckles, the bright, kind eyes, and disheveled red hair. He was so different from anyone Frederik had ever known but in this moment, he somehow felt more comfortable with him than he had to anyone else, even his own girlfriend.
An impulse suddenly seized him. He wasn’t thinking about straight or gay, or what his girlfriend would think, or what he was thinking. He just felt drawn to the 6’4” Irish boy beside him.
Slowly, Frederik reached out a hand and placed it on Kieran’s arm. Kieran turned his head, his eyes filled with curiosity. Frederik leaned in, uncertainty warring with an inexplicable urge. He closed the small distance between them and pressed his lips against Kieran’s.
Kieran froze for a split second, surprised, but didn’t pull away. He tenderly reciprocated the kiss, his lips soft against Frederik’s. He brought a hand up, gently cupping the back of Frederik’s neck, his fingers tangling in the Dane’s messy blonde hair.
Frederik felt a jolt go through him at Kieran’s response. The kiss deepened slightly, their tongues meeting. It was sweet, a continuation of the connection growing all night. Frederik’s heart hammered against his ribs, a different kind of rapid beat than the one he’d felt moments earlier.
He pulled back slowly, his eyes wide and searching, looking for a reaction, for judgment.
Kieran gazed back, his expression soft, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Wow,” he whispered, his voice low. “Didn’t see that coming….” There was no hint of mockery or shock, just genuine, pleasant surprise.
Frederik’s cheeks were burning, but the fear was receding, replaced by a rush of interest that easily overwhelmed his inner panic. He looked at Kieran’s face, then lower, towards his own now sheathed, smaller penis, before bringing his eyes to truly inspect, for the first time, Kieran’s groin area. He saw a rock hard 6-inch dick, smooth just like his own, but looking heavy and soft, thick with extra foreskin than most guys.
“You passed on getting involved with the others?” Frederik said, his voice still shaky but stronger now.
Kieran chuckled softly. “Yeah…I think I have a little crush on you. Didn’t feel right to go straight into stuff with the others,” His eyes glinted playfully. He reached out a hand, his fingers feather-light as they brushed against Frederik’s pale, smooth inner thigh. Frederik shivered at the touch.
“Do you trust me? Can I make you feel good?” Kieran said softly, leaning closer.
“Yeah.” Frederik kept his response simple, hypnotized by the 21-year old.
“Turn over.” Kieran helped Frederik adjust so that he was laying on his stomach now, his little butt exposed upward.
“It’s so tight and smooth, just like the rest of you.”
Frederik blushed into his pillow. A nervous flutter at the thought of where this might be going mixed with an unexpected interest to see what it might feel like. A silent understanding passed between them. Kieran moved closer, his movements unhurried. Frederik peered back over his shoulder, watching Kieran kneel behind him. He reached out a hand, his fingers gentle as they parted Frederik’s small, tight cheeks.
Frederik gasped softly at the air hitting his hairless hole, fully exposed to another person. “Oh that’s weird…” he whispered, half to himself.
Kieran didn’t rush. He used a finger, warm and steady, to gently trace the outline of Frederik’s hole. Frederik could feel his vulnerable, exposed opening contract in response to Kieran’s touch.
“You’re so hot,” Kieran murmured again, his voice low and sincere. He leaned closer, his warm breath fanning Frederik’s skin.
Frederik shivered feeling the wet touch of Kieran’s tongue run the length of his ass crack. A strong, hungry lick, then another, exploring the delicate skin around the opening leading inside of him. Frederik squeezed his eyes shut, gripping his pillow, his body arching slightly as a wave of unfamiliar sensation washed over him.
Kieran’s tongue became bolder, flicking against the tiny opening and breaching inside. Frederik moaned, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He felt a pulsing ache deep inside his pelvis that he couldn’t explain.
“What’s it like?” He asked, not lifting his head off of his pillow, nervous of the response.
Kieran briefly pulled his head up, “it’s as sweet as your cock was, I love it…”
Frederik’s eyes widened into his pillow, embarrassed and shy at the thought of the Irishman’s intimate complement. Kieran continued using his tongue and lips, teasing the opening. Frederik whimpered, urging him on with small, involuntary movements of his hips. The sensitivity was incredible, different from the rush of the blowjob, a deeper, aching kind of pleasure that was enhanced by the feeling of being so vulnerable to another person.
A low moan escaped Frederik's lips as Kieran slipped a tongue deeper inside. He felt his ass clenching around it, eventually relaxing, and subconsciously wanting more. Kieran explored gently, respecting Frederik’s obvious newness to this.
While Kieran lavished attention on his ass, Frederik could vaguely hear sounds from the rest of the room – grunts and groans from Brett and Leo, muffled sounds of sucking from Adam and Dev. The others were caught up in their own worlds, and it felt like he and Kieran were the only two people in the room too. Frederik’s cock, which had retreated before, started to push outwards again, hardening slowly as the pleasure in his ass intensified.
Kieran lifted his head, his eyes meeting Frederik who looked back at him. “Do you want to have sex?” Kieran asked, his voice soft. Frederik nodded without thinking twice, unable to speak, fully immersed in Kieran and wanting to experience every possible thing with him. Kieran moved between Frederik’s legs, which he instinctively parted wider. Kieran’s own smooth cock stood above the tight, smooth hole beneath him. He reached for Frederik’s cock underneath, stroking it gently, then cupped Frederik’s balls in his hand, before positioning himself at the entrance.
Frederik felt the soft tip of Kieran's cock nudge at his opening. He tensed and squeezed shut, his body demanding its intruder back off.
“It’s okay, I’m going to go really slow,” Kieran whispered, reassuring Frederik and planting a kiss on the back of his head. He pressed gently and Frederik felt the soft give of his muscles, the slow, stretching feeling of his inner canal trying to give room.
A gasp escaped Frederik’s lips, wider this time, shock and pain from the deep, stretching sensation. He could feel Kieran’s body pressing against his back, warm and solid. “Ahhh, fuck, that hurts so much…” Frederik whimpered.
“You’re okay.” Kieran whispered, pausing.
Frederik nodded, breathing hard. Kieran held his penis just about an inch inside of the young Dane and moved his head down, nibbling Frederik’s ears with his lips and teeth, planting kisses on the back of his neck, and rubbing his left shoulder with his hand. Frederik felt himself growing more relaxed and couldn’t begin to understand how he already felt so safe around him.
Kieran began to move with extremely shallow strokes at first, just about an inch inside, allowing Frederik’s body to adjust. Frederik gripped the bed tighter, his eyes squeezed shut. He focused on the psychological feeling that it was Kieran doing it.
“I’m going to push in more, okay?” Kieran asked.
“Okay, yeah.”
Kieran slowly pushed further inside, a second inch, then a third. Frederik grunted again, biting down on the pillow and cursing under his breath. Kieran again held in this position for over a minute, allowing Frederiks insides to slowly get used to the intrusion from the outside, muscles only familiar with squeezing shut trying to learn to settle into the stretched out position.
Kieran carefully pushed in a little further and decided it was enough for both of them as he began to rock back and forth ever so slightly. Another minute of adjusting passed and Kieran began to pick things up a bit, now pulling two or three inches out at a time and moving back in, all at a slow but now rhythmic pace. He didn’t push all the way in but still felt his mouth agape in euphoric pleasure at the tightness of the virgin Danish hole that went beyond anything he’d ever felt. Frederik found a rhythm as well, tilting his hips to meet the thrusts. The initial discomfort slowing being outpaced by the most pleasurable feeling of his life.
Kieran leaned down, pressing kisses against the back of Frederik’s neck and his ear. “Never felt anything like this,,” he murmured against his skin. “You’re so fucking tight…”
Frederik whimpered softly, lost in the sensations of physically feeling his ass stretch and psychologically thinking about a dick being buried inside of him. He felt completely possessed.
Across the room, all three pairs found themselves lost in the sounds around them as they each neared their finish.
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