Page 23 of His First Time

What do you want?

More ofthis. More ofallof this. More of kissing Justin, feeling his stubble and the hard angles of his jaw line. Feeling his muscles, the broad reach of his back, the trim lines of his waist. His heat, searing into you. The weight of his body pressing down on you, over you, inside of you. He’s a part of you now, in some way. His cum is inside of you.

And you want more. So much more. More fucking. More cock. More him.

You smile back. He smiles at you. Cups your face and pulls you in for a soft kiss. One kiss turns into three, and then into ten. He rolls you into his arms, a gentle tug, and your chest and hips rock together as you kiss and kiss. The crickets are still going and the owls are still hooting, and overhead the stars spin on. The world keeps turning, even though you’re kissing a man in the back of his truck and your ass is filled with his cum.

You crossed the bridge, and you didn’t die.

You make love with Justin again, this time staring into each other’s eyes. He kisses you when he cums, when he fills your ass again, and you hold back your shout as you throw your head back and squeeze his shoulders. You’re jelly-legged and boneless when it’s over, but Justin kisses you and you make out, this time not as shy about the cum smearing over the back of your thighs. Justin grabs one of your ass cheeks and holds on as you cuddle, curled together in his truck bed.

“Tell me about you,” Justin whispers as you lie together, watching the stars. “Tell me who you are. I want to know your stories, lover.”