“Take your clothes off and lie down on your stomach,” I said quietly. “Trust me.”
He didn't answer. He just did it, and I did it with him. He lay stretched out on my couch, naked, submissive. His arms were relaxed along his body, his chest rising slowly, but I knew his heart was pounding like a hammer. So was mine.
I knelt behind him and ran my hand along his spine, down to his buttocks. I caressed them slowly, enjoying the view.
“Before I enter you, I'm going to do something else to you. Something that will relax you. And maybe blow your mind.”
I leaned down and kissed one of his buttocks without warning. Then the other.
Cody flinched.
“What the...?”
I didn't answer. I just ran my tongue from the base of his spine between his buttocks. The kiss turned into licking, deeper and deeper, bolder and bolder. My tongue slid over his warm, taut skin until I reached my goal. I started circling his hole, gently but firmly. Cody trembled.
“Matt... oh fuck... that... that's fucking good...”
“I know,” I replied, without stopping.
I spread his ass cheeks with my hands and pushed deeper. I sucked him with my tongue, hard, wet. He moaned. Loudly. He rested his head on the couch and grabbed the edge.
“No one... has ever... done this to me...”
“And I'm just getting started,” I whispered between thrusts of my tongue. “You haven't felt what it really means to be mine yet.”
Cody was panting. He lay there red-hot, and I was still kneeling behind him, holding his hips as if he already belonged to me. I leaned forward once more, brushed his hole with my tongue, and spread him wider with my hands.
“It's not over yet,” I muttered, reaching into the drawer for lube.
Click. A wet sound as I poured the cold gel onto his center. He flinched. I spread it all with my fingertips, gently, first around the rim, then the entrance itself. He began to tense up slightly.
“Relax,” I said quietly but firmly. “Let me in. Breathe.”
I slid in my first finger. Slowly, patiently. I could feel him tighten around me, but at the same time... how much he needed it. His head jerked, and he let out something between a sigh and a moan.
“Matt... that's... fucking...”
“Yes, man,” I whispered in his ear, moving closer.
“That's right. Can you feel me entering you slowly? It's just a finger. And you're already panting like you can't wait for more.”
I leaned down and kissed his neck, squeezing his buttock with my other hand. I started moving my finger inside him, gently at first, then deeper.
“That's how you open up. For me.”
I slid my hand from his hip to his thigh, spreading his legs. Then I pressed myself against him, letting him feel my hard, hot cock between his buttocks. I rubbed myself against him slowly. Provocatively.
“You want me, Cody? You want to feel me where no one has ever been before?”
He didn't answer. But his body said it all. And that was enough for me.
I slid my finger out of him slowly, tenderly. Cody moved under my hand like someone who doesn't know what to expect but wants more.
I leaned over him, my lips close to his ear.
“Breathe. I'll be gentle. But only at first.”
I grabbed my hard cock and guided it between his buttocks, letting the tip touch his already relaxed entrance. I moved once, twice, touching him with my wetness. He was panting. His arms were tense, as if he didn't know if it was stress or excitement.
“Can you feel me?”
“Yes...” he whispered. “Matt, I don't know...”
“Relax. I'll go in slowly. And once I'm in, you won't want me to come out.”
I slid in. Millimeter by millimeter. Soft, wet, hot. Cody hissed as if something was breaking inside him, but not out of fear, out of intensity.
“Breathe,” I whispered again, stroking his side with my hand. “I'm taking you slowly. I can feel you stretching. I can feel you welcoming me.”
He was tight. So fucking tight that I had to fight hard not to push harder. But I kept the rhythm. Slow. Deep. Establishing the limits of his body. Crossing them inch by inch.
Cody moaned loudly.
“Oh fuck... that... that's so deep...”
“That's how it's supposed to be,” I growled in his ear. “You have me inside you, Cody. Finally.”
After a few movements, I found my rhythm. I slowly moved in and out. Each thrust broke the silence with his moans. His hands clenched the pillow. His back glistened with sweat. His whole body was mine, completely.
I felt like I had him. Not just his body, but all of Cody. Beneath me. Inside me. In every reaction, every tremor, in those moans that were becoming harder and harder for him to suppress.
“You're so tight,” I whispered in his ear. “So fucking perfect for me. Like you were made for my cock.”
Gasping, I sped up. My hips began to slam into his buttocks, wet with sweat and mucus. The sound of skin against skin mingled with his moans. His hands were shaking. His back arched under my weight.
“Oh, yes... Matt... fuck, don't stop...” he gasped.
“I'm not going to,” I growled. “I'm going to take you all the way.”
I felt it coming. All the tension gathered in my lower abdomen. I pulled out violently, grabbed his hips and pulled him up. My cum shot onto his back, neck, and shoulders. He trembled. And I, barely breathing, smeared everything with my hands over his skin.
“Beautiful,” I murmured, leaning down and kissing his neck. “Now you look like mine.”
I stayed over him for a moment. Then I lay down on top of him, nestling into his sweat, his breath, his body. He was heavy, tired. But he didn't want me to leave.
“That was your first time,” I whispered in his ear. “But, Cody... it won't be your last.”
He smiled. He didn't answer. But his body accepted mine very well.
