We walked down the sidewalk, heading to Tyler’shouse. When we reached the front porch, I paused, unsure if I wanted to risk spoiling an otherwise perfect evening. We had entered the awkward linger, the time when we decided if we wanted to call it a night or?—
Tyler opened the door and, without a word, shoved me through the doorway. I laughed as he shut the door, flipped the lock, and turned his attention to me.
“This is what I wanted to do twenty years ago.”
“What do you mean?” Oh, I knew exactly what he meant. If I hadn’t been a scared teenager, our first kiss could have led to a lot of other firsts.
Tyler didn’t let up as he swooped in with a kiss. Unlike our first, he kissed with confidence, his hand on the small of my back, pulling me closer. He held me as if he’d never let go. His lips held their position, squished against mine until they parted, his tongue grazing the tip of mine. A simple gesture, and I could feel the tightness in my jeans. Tyler didn’t have to work hard to motivate.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I mumbled.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice you adjusting yourself at the dunk tank.”
I had been found out. Good. I wanted him to know my body reacted to the sight of him in nothing but underwear. If I had my way, we’d be living a clothing-optional lifestyle. Socks. I’d let him wear socks and nothing else. It’d make going to the grocery store interesting, but I’d proudly show off my erection every time he suggestively handled a zucchini.
Tyler reached down and pulled his shirt over his head,dropping it in the hallway. Before I could run my hands through that beautiful chest hair, he pulled my shirt up, pulling it off and casually flinging it over the stair banister.
He sidestepped the awkward linger and moved into the sexy time dilemma. Did we drop our pants here? Move to the living room? I’m not sure if his kitchen table could hold me? The bedroom? There were so many flat surfaces we needed to christen.
“Bedroom.” My boyfriend read me like a book. He turned and darted up the stairs, taking them two at a time. The eagerness had me laughing. “Better hurry up,” he shouted. “Or I’m starting without you.”
“Damn, you’re hot,” I mumbled.
I ran up the stairs, fumbling with the button on my jeans. I could hear clothes hitting the floor and the springs of his bed. Just the thought was enough to have my cock aching to come out and play. Reaching the landing, I turned into the bedroom.
I barely had time to take in the beautiful man in his briefs when I tripped over his pants. I spun about, arms flailing as I tumbled onto the bed, landing between his legs. Graceful it was not; I got a close-up view of the curves of his bulge… being clumsy worked in my favor.
“Are you alright?”
I kicked off my jeans in the least sexy way. Looking up his body, my cheeks turned red as he watched. Something about seeing this beautiful bear laid out in bed with me between his legs made me as nervous as that first kiss. No. Not nervous, excited, anxious, eager. I never wanted thissensation to fade. Each time I caught him watching me, I wanted the butterflies in my stomach to flutter.
I kissed his thigh.
Tyler had enough hair on his legs that it tickled my nose as I moved from one to the other. I wanted my lips to touch every inch of him. With each kiss, I moved forward, dragging myself up his leg. I reached the bottom of his boxer briefs, eyes focused on the growing tent in his underwear. There’d be plenty of nights for me to learn his body. I’d have it memorized in time, but right now, I needed to see him naked.
As I reached under his butt, Tyler lifted his ass off the bed. I pulled his underwear off, his legs pressed against my chest. Damn. Maybe I needed to draw him like one of my French girls. The sight of him relaxed, legs on my shoulder and his cock standing proud. It was almost too much to handle. I wanted to show him some radical love all night long.
His eyebrow moved up. “It’s yours if you want it.”
“Fuck,” I mumbled. I had been prepared to climb on top and milk him until he came in me. Burying my cock in him hadn’t crossed my mind. Now, it was all I could think about. I called myself a bottom, but now I was feeling bottom-flexible.
I pushed down my underwear, my cock springing to attention. Inching forward, the heat from his ass was enough for me to reconsider tonight’s activities. Seeing the eagerness in his eyes, I also detected a hint of nervousness.
“Been a while?”
“You could say that.”
I recognized that look. My eyes widened. “You’ve never bottomed?”
That smirk, it’d get me into trouble every time. “Is it cheesy to say I was waiting for the right guy?” My heart and my cock leapt.
“So cheesy,” I said with a smile. “It’s perfect.You’reperfect.” We might have shared our first kiss, but there had been a series of firsts with other men. Something about this, about sharing another first-time experience, felt like it had been decades in the making.
I inched forward. His head shot up when I brushed against his ass. “Be gentle.” He stretched for the nightstand, wiggling himself along the bed until he grabbed a clear bottle. This would require more than spit or precum. If I was going to fuck Tyler for the first time, he’d need plenty of lube.
“I’ll see what I can do.” I shot him a wink.
With a few pumps, he filled his hand with the clear liquid. He reached between his legs, struggling to do a sit-up. I groaned when he grabbed my cock, coating it in lube. With a few more strokes, I didn’t need any more encouragement. I moved into place, taking the bottle from his hand.
