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I kissed that laughter right off his face and took his dick in hand, mine finding friction against his thigh.

Probably not textbook. Nothing like the photographs I had researched online, too frightened to click on thelinks to video.

Perhaps I should have. Watched. Learnt how to do this. But his leg was bent up, giving me a full view of his body, and he smeared lube onto his hand, watched me as it travelled down his length, bit his bottom lip as he reached back, glistening liquidly stuff being smeared between those perky cheeks.

I had to swallow. Take a deep breath. Fist my cock to give myself what I craved.

“Roll the condom on,” he said.

“Okay.”

I had practised. My inexperience was blatant, but the smile on my face was genuine as I managed to get the latex rolled on in one go.

Wow. Go me.

“It’s easier with the condom,” he said, a gorgeous blush on his cheeks. I hadn’t seen it until now, but he had a finger inside himself, folded over with his leg up, making gentle movements into that hole.

Inviting.

Did I want this? Apparently so. My nether regions flagged up, dick on alert. Hell, yes. All of this.

“Is this okay?” I asked, probably ahead of myself, as I got into position above him.

“You want to do it like this?”

“Does that work?”

“I haven’t done this before, but…” He swallowed. Looked at me. “Do it…slowly.”

“Of course,” I whispered.

Big. Huge. This was massive, and I wasn’t talking about his member. Nor mine. Both of them well in the game.

“It’s okay to tell me to stop,” I offered as he grabbed my neck with his free hand, pulled me down to kiss me in between the impossible gymnastics he had going on, one leg over my shoulder, his finger still inside of him. The tube of lube spilled liquid onto the bed as I repositioned myself. Legs. Arms. His mouth against mine.

Sex. I remembered it, but nothing like this. None of the nerves and shaking and awful realisation that I was really not prepared. This time, I wasn’t prepared either, but I didn’t think it mattered. It was him, me, a bottle of lube and a condom, as I tried to figure out how to position myself, find a way. His hips rose up, my hands tugging him into place, my cock against his opening, glistening with wetness as I gently pushed.

He closed his eyes.

Slow. I knew that. Go slow. Let him adjust.

“Yes,” he whispered.

“Absolutely.” I had no idea what I was saying, bent over him with my cock against his opening, a slow push going nowhere.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes.”

Whispers. Another small push.

“Do it again.”

I did. And…

Fuck.

I pushed—just gently—but there was release, an impossibly tight warmth. My mouth released air and sounds, and he was all tense, his face scrunched up in a grimace that was impossible not to understand.