Young Top Seduces Me

“Cursed thing is broken again?” I said to myself, setting down the blow-dryer with a sigh. I ran a hand through my wet hair. “Air drying it is, then.”

I heard a knock from the door, so I threw on my robe and peeped out the door.

“Hey Cal,” I said, opening the door just a little. “Are those flowers for me?”

Cal smiled and pushed them into my arms. He was just a few years younger than me, but his shy nature made it feel like he was a lot younger. It didn’t help that he hardly grew any hair on his face and had soft features to his physique.

“I hope you like them,” he said.

Cal had something of a crush on me. We had gotten physical a few days before on his birthday; he had been flirty, and I had a little too much to drink. It was a combination that left me satisfied, absolutely, but also left the nature of our relationship unclear.

“I love them,” I said. I thought they were daisies, but I wasn’t sure. They had a sweet scent and bright white petals. “You didn’t need to get me flowers.”

“I know,” he said sheepishly, “I just wanted to.”

“You’re cute,” I said, closing my eyes and breathing deep.

“I was wondering,” Cal continued, “if you wanted to hangout tonight? We could—watch a movie?”

“To be honest, I am a little exhausted,” I said. “I’d probably just fall asleep an hour in.”

“I wouldn’t mind. If you get too tired, I don’t have a problem going. I mean, I live just down the hall anyways.”

I couldn’t help but smile at how hard he was trying. I knew he was shy, so I wanted to reward that courage. And the flowers were a sweet gesture. The least I could do would be to invite him in to talk for a bit, then send him on his way so I could sleep.

“Alright,” I gave in, opening the door. “Just give me a second to get dressed. You can sit on the couch if you want.”

Cal happily entered. “I can get those flowers into a vase, while you get dressed, if you want?”

“That would be great, thanks,” I said. “There should be a vase in the cabinet next to the fridge. Or, above it, I don’t remember.”

I went into my room and shut the door behind me to the sound of rummaging from the kitchen. A part of me was wondering if Cal was hoping to get lucky again. But in truth I was pretty tired, and not really in a physical mood. As a deterrent I put on the least sexy pajamas I owned—an oversized holiday sweater, jeggings, and some fluffy ankle socks.

“I like your hair,” Cal said as I walked out. “It’s very wavy.”

“Oh, thanks. My hair-dryer broke, so I am going to have to let it air dry. Can I get you something to drink?”

“I—I am not old enough to drink but thank you,” Cal said softly.

“I meant a soda,” I smiled. “Diet coke is sort of my guilty pleasure.” I pulled a can out of the fridge and popped the top with a blissful hiss.

“Yeah, that would be great!” Cal said.

I brought over a can and sat next to him on the couch. I put a pillow in my lap and a little distance between us. “So,” I started, “what you been up to?”

“Just High-school,” Cal shrugged.

“Right,” I said a little too abrasively. “I mean—that makes sense. Sorry, just a long day.”

“Long day because of work?” Cal asked. He set down the can. “Can I do anything to help? Talk about it? Rub your feet?”

“Um—”, I hummed as I sipped at the diet coke. I stretched out my legs and put my feet in his lap. “If you insist.”

Cal smiled and started to rub at my ankles. “Socks on or off?”

“On,” I said almost too quickly. “Thanks, that feels good.”

“No problem.”

I set down the can. “We should—probably talk about the other day.”

“Okay,” he said nervously. “What about it?”

“I want to apologize if I was a little too—aggressive?” I said. “It was great, really, I just don’t want to give you the wrong impression. Or I guess what I am saying is, we should have probably gotten to know each other more before—you know, fucking.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Cal replied. “I thought it was great too. And I totally agree, we should get to know each other more.”

“Great,” I said. “Start over then?”

“Deal,” Cal said. He waved his can towards mine in a mock cheer.

“So, what should we watch?” I said sitting up with a yawn. I let Cal choose the movie while I collected a handful of blankets. He found something that sounded half decent, and I hit the lights and sank into the cushions next to him.

Fifteen minutes into the movie Cal kissed my cheek. I looked at him with a smile but didn’t kiss him back. I could tell he was in the mood for more, but I just wasn’t that into it at the moment. He settled for holding my hand over the blanket.

I yawned deeply.

“You can lay down, if you want,” Cal whispered.

“Just a for a bit,” I nodded. I shifted the blanket then set my head on his lap. I realized instantly that I could have laid down the other way, but it was too late now. “Wake me up if I fall asleep. I don’t want you to hear me snore.”

Cal laughed and started to play gently with my hair. I liked the way that he pushed the hair behind my ears as strands fell free. It got harder to keep my eyes open. And then they shut.

I woke, startled by the end credits of the movie.

“Shit,” I said, “I fell asleep. Sorry.”

“It’s alright, I know you were tired,” Cal said.

“You just let me sleep on you anyways?” I asked groggily, shaking myself awake.

“You looked relaxed. I felt bad waking you.”

“That’s really sweet,” I said, falling back onto the couch. “You can lay down too, if you want.”

Cal curled up behind me as I closed my eyes, willing myself awake. He brushed my hair from my neck, then gently started to kiss beneath my ear. I let out a dull moan, which Cal took as a sign to keep going. He nibbled along my neck, kissing, and sucking.

I could feel his cock poking me from behind. I reached around, working his zipper with one hand and pulling his cock out the front of his pants. I tugged at his cock as he kissed my neck. It was a little awkward given the angle we were laying, but he seemed to like it.

Cal held the back of my neck and pulled me in closer. I rubbed my tongue against his, and he bit my lower lip. We kept kissing for awhile until we were both getting short on breath. He ran his hand over my hips, then pulled my jeggings halfway down my thigh.

I kept stroking him as he got stuck on his jean, only getting them to about his knees. We were still laying on our side when he spread my cheeks with one hand and put his cock in my ass with the other. It was tight, and not wet enough, so I winced when he shoved the tip in.

“Sorry,” Cal said, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“It’s okay,” I said. “I just wasn’t expecting to have sex tonight. Push a little slower.” I reached behind me and grabbed his shaft, pushing the tip in and out of my asshole. Cal patiently held my cheeks.

I pushed his cock in further, slowly working it in until I could feel his balls against my ass. Cal just held his cock inside me, barely pulling out with each gentle thrust. He reached around and grabbed at my semi-limp transcock.

He wasn’t quite sure how to stroke it, but it was a nice try. As I stretched out my arms, he slid his hand beneath my sweater and squeezed at my boobs. I started to moan. I could almost feel his cock bulging out the front of my stomach with each time he pounded into me.

I cradled his balls from between my legs and squeezed.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered, “fuck yes, fuck me.”

Cal took it as a challenge. He spread me and pounded my ass. “I think I—I am going to cum,” Cal said.

“I want you to cum inside me,” I whispered with hot breath.

Cal grunted and his fists tensed around my waist. His body shuttered with each pulse from his cock, and he held his breath. Then I could feel the sudden warmth of his cum in my asshole.

He relaxed lazily between me and the couch. I knew that as soon as I pulled his cock out, cum would drip from my asshole, so I stayed on my side and used his cock as a cork. Cal let a hand drape over my waist.

“Now I am tired,” Cal sighed.

By now, I was a lot more awake, and horny. I ran my fingers over his balls. “Do you want to cum again?” I asked.

“Right now?”

I shrugged. “If you’re too tired—”

“No, no,” Cal interrupted.

“Okay,” I said and kissed him. “Tell me what to do.”

“Can you—lay on your stomach? Just completely flat?”

Cal spun my hips, his cock still in my ass, until I was face down on the couch, and he was straddling from behind. My legs were tight together, and my jeggings still around my knees. He used both hands to spread my cheeks, then pulled out.

He put both of his pointer fingers in my asshole and held it open.

“I want you in me,” I whispered, unable to turn my head all the way around.

Cal fingered my asshole. “Like this?”

“Mmhmm,” I moaned into the pillow.

“And how about this?” Cal said, teasing my ass with his cock.

“Fuck yes. Slide your cock inside my asshole.”

His cock was still wet as he pushed it back into me. He put one hand on the back of my neck and pushed me into the pillow, his thighs firm against mine. I gasped for air as he put his full weight into pounding me from behind.

When I put my arms back, he held me at the wrists and kept me from moving. I was completely restrained. My whole body moved with every powerful thrust. And each time that I thought his cock couldn’t get deeper, somehow it did.

I moaned with what breath I could take. And then I felt it again, the satisfying throb of his cock inside my asshole, filling me with his cum.

He let go of my neck and I sat up, desperate for breath.

“Sit back,” he said, lifting at my hips. He slid in beneath me, until I was straddling him in the reverse cowgirl position. Cal spread my cheeks and watched as the cum dripped over his cock and collected on his stomach.

I spun around and lapped at the cum, slurping it up off his cock. I deepthroated him once, just to make sure I got the last bit, then opened my mouth to show him. A bit dripped of my lip before I swallowed it all down.

Cal fell backwards on the couch with a grin. I continued to hold at his cock, but it was getting soft. I knew he was spent.

“That was fun,” I said. “Sorry I missed the movie.”

“Don’t worry about it. After that, I consider us even.”

“You sure you don’t want me owing you one?” I teased. “I could try to make you cum again?”

“Really?”

“Sit back,” I whispered and slid off the couch. I pulled up the blanket. Cal watched me with bright eyes as I slid off his jeans entirely and wedged myself between his thighs.

I put the tip of his cock in my mouth, running my hands up his stomach to rest along his chest. His cock grew in my mouth. I licked every ridge of the tip, the pushed his shaft down my throat. Cal groaned and leaned back when my lips reached his balls.

I sucked him completely hands free, working his cock with just my mouth. Cal gathered my hair into a ponytail and held it in his grip. With every thrust into my mouth, he pushed a little harder and harder. I let the spittle drip over his cock, spitting it out then sucking it up.

When I deep throated him again, Cal held my head firmly down. I started to gag, trying to push off, but he held me down. And then I felt it, his cock throbbing in the back of my throat. I fought the reflex, desperate for air as he finally let go.

I gasped with a throatful of cum. Cal continued to guide me by the ponytail as I slurped up the last of the cum.

“Alright,” I said, licking cum from the corner of my mouth, “now I think we’re even.”