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He licked up and down, each time going a little further, until he moved his tongue over everything, from my hole to my balls.

Just a minute ago, I told him he was a natural to encourage him to keep going, but now, my words have become nothing but the truth. He swirled his tongue around my pucker, and as if that weren't enough, he even slipped it inside a little.

A surprised cry escaped my mouth, causing his head to pop up between my legs.

“I like how vocal you are,” he said, pushing himself onto his feet. His hard dick appeared between my legs as if it were the next natural step, and he was ready to take it. “It makes me want to go even further.”

“That makes two of us, then.” I leaned toward my nightstand, but my arms weren’t long enough. I glanced at Matt, who caught on immediately and jumped in the direction I was pointing. “Bottom drawer.”

His fingers curled around the silver handle, and with a faint scrape, the drawer slid open. He pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube and took them with him as he walked back between my legs.

With a soft rustle, he ripped open the wrapper and grinned at me. “That’s always the weirdest moment, isn't it?”

I reached down and stroked myself as I watched him unroll the condom onto his dick. “I like the show. It’s like an appetizer.”

“And you’re the main course?”

The fact that he still showed no signs of taking off his pants made my mouth water. “ First course.”

Chuckling, Matt rolled the condom down to the base of his shaft. “I like where this is going.” He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed. With a quick hand, he reached for the bottle of lube, squeezed some in his hands and worked it onto his dick. He shot me a sideways glance, his lips quirking into a slow, knowing grin that sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. Stepping closer, he brushed his hands through my crease and rubbed the rest of the lube over me. His fingers made sure to reach every inch, swirling around my hole briefly before being replaced by the tip of his cock.

Matt leaned down, pressing his arms into the mattress next to my chest as he pushed his dick into my hole. Without any concern, he went straight in— all the way.

A moan rippled from my chest as he stretched me open. No cock has ever felt as intense as his. Then again, most of my previous lovers didn’t waltz in there like it was an open house. Not that it was relevant. I was glad he didn't hesitate. Still, I couldn't help but thank myself for preparing for this in the shower earlier.

His lips searched my neck as he lowered his naked chest onto mine. “You feel so good,” he whispered, his breath tickling my ears.

“You too,” I moaned.

The first three thrusts were slow, each paving the way for the next. With the fourth one, he started to increase his speed. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer as he pumped in and out of me.

Time blurred as we sank deeper into each other. His dick was just the right thickness to feel good without hurting. The way his skin rubbed against mine, the way his shoulder blades moved under my touch, the way he breathed into my ear, and the sloppy kisses he threw in every once in a while could have made me go on like this forever.

I reached my right hand to my dick and started stroking it so that we could come together, but after a minute—without stopping to fuck me—Matt grabbed my wrist, preventing me from going on. “You promised to return the favor. So don’t go too far just yet.”

My heart skipped a beat. “You want me...” I panted, “...to fuck you, too?”

“Maybe not as hardcore as what we're doing right now, but I'd at least like to know what it's like to have someone play with my ass.”

My dick throbbed, ready to explode at the mere thought of switching positions. “We c-can do that,” I stuttered, excited but also a little afraid that he wanted me to be his first guy in both ways.

He slowed down, but kept fucking me. “I’ve tried exploring my ass a little bit myself, but... The pleasure I see on your face... Having someone else do it must really be a whole new experience.”

“It is, but again, I’ve got some practice.” My hands wandered to his chin, caressing the stubble of his three-day beard. “Being fucked in the ass for the first time is a bit like having your first alcoholic drink. You might need some time to get used to it.”

“Everything we've done so far has been pleasurable, so...” He stopped moving, his face hovering over mine. “I trust you.”

Knowing that Matt trusted me this much—not just with his body, but with a side of himself he’d never shared before—made my chest flutter. I tilted my head slightly and nuzzled my nose against his as we breathed each other in. “I’ll do my best to show you a good time.”

Matt brushed a kiss over my lips before pushing himself up and pulling his dick out of me. He removed the condom, placed it on top of the wrapping paper, and a second later, he blinked at me, ready to follow my lead.

I pushed myself up, too, and rocked off the bed. “Let’s start slow. And you tell me whenever something’s too intense.” I stepped next to him, tracing my fingers down his arms and under the waistband of his jeans. “These have to come off now.”

He lifted his knees and, after some struggling, the pants landed on the floor. Our lips met. Briefly. Just a quick peck before I flipped him around and pressed my chest against his back and my hard dick against his ass. I felt up his nipples with my hands, swirling around them as I kissed his neck. Slowly, my hands made their way down to his erection, feeling his shaft and glans. I walked him toward the bed, and, without needing any instructions, he lay down, pointing his ass up.

I crawled on top of him and kissed the nape of his neck. One kiss at a time, my lips wandered over his shoulder blades and down his spine until they reached his ass cheeks. Matt smelled so fresh that I wondered if he had freshened up before coming here, too. But it didn't matter. I had fantasized about doing this with him since the day we first met. I wasn’t going to back out now that he was lying naked before me, his ass wiggling in anticipation. I grabbed his cheeks and pressed my thumbs into them, pulling them apart to start loosening him up.

There it was—his clean, hairless pucker, waiting to be played with. I brought my face closer to admire his beauty. My hands ached to touch him, and my mouth to taste him. But underneath all that was a deep urgency to reward him for his trust and make him feel wanted, cherished, and safe. He chose me to explore this side of himself with, after all. No one had probably ever seen him like this. He deserved the time of his life.

I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, and licked over his pucker.

His right leg twitched up a little.

I licked again, producing another twitch, this time accompanied by a moan.

“Oh wow,” Matt whispered.

“Good?” I asked, licking again.

“Uh- huh ,” he replied, the second syllable slightly higher than his usual tone.

I licked his left ass cheek, then his right, and then his left again. This time, I was close enough to his hole to make his left leg twitch, but far enough away to make him want more.

“This is... damn .” His voice was elated, as if he had just had an epiphany. He pulled his legs up a little to spread them further apart.

I buried my tongue between his cheeks, making sure to reach every part of his ass. The longer I kept going, the more his legs trembled and the louder he moaned. Hearing his cries of pleasure made my dick throb. I glanced up at his back. His head was pressed into the mattress, and his eyes were squeezed shut as he surrendered to this new experience. Matt’s jaw, usually set with quiet confidence, had softened. The sharp edge of control had melted from his face. If this made him look so satisfied already, what would it be like once I was inside of him?

My thumbs took over for my tongue and began massaging him in a circular motion. “Want to go one step further?”

Without lifting his head, he squinted his eyes open just enough to look at me. His parted lips trembled slightly, caught between a breath and a plea. “Yes...,” he whispered, and the quivering in his voice made my dick twitch again.

I picked up the lube that had rolled under the nightstand, squeezed some onto my left hand, and brought it to his hole. Unlike me, he couldn’t be ready to take a dick right away. We had to work up to it, which sparked a flicker of excitement in my chest. I swirled my left middle finger around his hole, then carefully pushed it inside.

His moan rose in pitch, trembling at the edge.

His insides were warm, and his hole was tight yet inviting. I moved in and out of him, each push eliciting a different cry of pleasure. I felt my way forward, searching for the small elevation that marked his prostate.

His whole body shook with ecstasy, and his voice broke as the moans wouldn't stop. “Oh my god, Cato, oh my...” He panted. I left my finger where it was, but paused to give him a breather. He turned his head slightly and blinked at me. “This is so crazy. I could already cum in an instant. Why? How?”

I couldn’t help but smirk. “More? Or should we stop while everything feels good?”

Matt’s breath hitched, and his eyes fluttered half-shut, as if he were savoring the moment. However, his brows knitted together. “This is... intense. I’m really close already,” he said, almost as if he wanted to apologize. “Is it okay, if we...?”

"Sure," I said, needing no more words from him. I slowly pulled out my finger, but just as only the tip remained inside, Matt whimpered.

“No, don’t pull it out ... please, leave it in...” He pushed his ass up higher—just enough, that his dick wasn’t trapped between his stomach and the mattress anymore. “...and help me get off .”

The improved view made my heart beat faster. “I’d love to,” I said, mentally slapping myself for not letting him finish his sentences.

I pushed my finger back in, reaching my right hand around his leg and wrapping it around his shaft. His dick trembled, and my touch alone was enough to make him cry out in pleasure again.

Syncing my moves, I stroked and fingered him at the same time. My eyes didn't know where to look. His puckering hole? His thick dick inside my hand? Or his red face, with his lower lip quivering with every gasp?

His moans swelled, just like his dick. “Keep going,” he begged. “ Please .”

I increased the speed at which I jerked him off.

His voice rose higher and higher until, at the top, it stopped, holding his breath for a brief second, before the loudest groan flooded the room.

His dick exploded in my hand.

One, two, three ropes of his thick white cream shot onto the blanket.

I slowed down, but kept a tight grip on his dick as it pulsed in my hands and more cum dripped out.

“ Cato ...” Panting, Matt’s voice dipped to a husky whisper. “This was so fucking hot.”

I pulled my middle finger out, watching his hole pulse as he showed no sign of wanting to rob me of that view.

Clinging to his hard-on, I shot my left hand down to my own dick and wrapped it around. Without wasting a second, I began to stroke myself. I wanted to cherish that moment and cum with his dick still in my hand before he decided he had enough.

Matt pushed himself up a little, but his upper body sank right back down to the mattress. “Cato,” he whispered again. “Can I... one last thing?”

I glanced at him, my hand moving up and down my cock. “Yeah?”

“Can you cum on me? I want to feel it.”

I let go of his dick. “On your ass?”

“My chest?” He pushed into the mattress again and managed to flip his upper body around this time. “I want to watch you... If that’s okay.” His eyes moved down, searching for my crotch.

Aroused by everything this evening had thrown my way, I climbed on top of him, moving closer until my dick was above his chest. “Like this?”

He bit his lower lip and nodded briefly, locking his eyes on me.

I stroked hard, wanting to give him the show he asked for and shoot my load on his hot body.

"Yeah, cum for me," he said, moaning as he watched me. His left hand searched for my ass and fondled it gently.

His touch was enough to push me over the edge. I closed my eyes for a second when I felt the first rope of cum rush up, but I opened them right away because I didn't want to miss the view. It shot all over his chest and covered his left nipple. The second rope flew even higher, with one drop hitting his chin and making him groan. The third and fourth spurts were smaller, dripping down only. But the way Matt looked at my cum-soaked cock, his lips parting slightly with lust, was an image I would never forget.

Our eyes met, still heavy with feverish lust, but as the gaze lingered, our brows lifted, and we both let out soft chuckles.

Clinging to my dick, I sat back on my ass as our laughter took over. Matt closed his eyes and opened his mouth wide as happy squawks escaped us both.

My chest buckled, and I flopped onto the mattress next to him.

Matt opened his eyes again, and an honest smile appeared. "We just did that," he said.

“True,” I agreed.

He propped himself up on his left arm just enough to get a better look at me. He pursed his lips and pressed them against mine one last time.

I expected him to jump up straight away or at least avert his gaze and joke about what had happened between us, but he didn't.

He just lay there and smiled at me.

And so did I.