I dip down and press a kiss to his belly as I work his jeans open with trembling fingers, nerves coiling in my stomach. You’d think I was the virgin here. Christ, I can hardly remember my first time. It was with some random guy at a gay bar right off campus my freshman year of college. I was so drunk I could hardly see straight. I’m not sure if I ever got his name or if I was so wasted I forgot it. It wasn’t anything to write home about, and that’s the last thing I want for Elijah. I need to make this special for him. But here we are in the middle of a field about to fuck on the hood of my car.
“Pax, I want this,” he says again as if reading my thoughts.
I scrape my teeth against the skin of his belly, and he squirms and laughs. I glance up at him, his eyes are full of vulnerability and lust, his entire expression the epitome of trust.
“I want you,” I growl against his skin before dipping my tongue into his belly button and dragging the zipper of his jeans down.
He lifts his hips, and I pull his jeans and boxers down just to the middle of his thighs. I don’t think anyone will come by here in the middle of the night like this, but just in case, we’d better be able to get dressed fast. I take off my thick leather jacket and toss it aside.
His cock rests against his stomach, hard as hell, a strand of precum leaking down onto his skin. I lick him from base to tip, getting drunk on the salty flavor of his flesh and the feeling of his arousal against my tongue.
“When we’re back at school on Monday, would you be mad if I found somewhere private to suck you off?” I ask, taking the base of his cock in my fist and rubbing the head against my lips, dipping my tongue out to lap at him.
“Yes,” he groans. “I mean, no. I mean…oh my god, please just…” he lets out a low keening sound, and I smile to myself.
“If you want my cock inside you, I’m going to need you on your hands and knees.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, he’s scrambling to get into position, albeit a little clumsily with his pants around his thighs. I reach into my back pocket and pull out the packet of lube and the condom I brought with just in case.
He looks sinful as hell, still mostly dressed, his ass on display in the moonlight. I cup one of his ass cheeks, kneading it in my hand as I watch his back rise and fall rapidly with each breath.
“I’m going to use my fingers first to get you ready, okay? All I need you to do is try to relax.”
“Okay.” He turns his head and looks at me over his shoulder, our eyes locking. “I trust you.”
The weight of those words settles on my shoulders, equal parts daunting and empowering. He trusts me not to hurt him, to make his first experience a good one, to take care of him.
Tearing open the packet of lube, I coat my fingers. Elijah lets his head droop between his shoulders, his body still, waiting for me.
“Little cold,” I warn before dipping my slicked fingers between his cheeks. He gasps but stays still, trying to widen his legs and failing due to the constriction of his pants.
I spread the lube around his hole, watching each flutter of his breath as he starts to relax. When I ease the first finger inside, he tenses, his whole body going stiff, his inner muscles clamping down hard around the tip of my finger. Fuck, that’s going to feel unreal when I’m inside him. My cock throbs in agreement.
“Okay?” I check, wanting to make sure he isn’t having second thoughts.
“It feels strange; it kind of burns,” he confesses.
“I know,” I assure him. “Try to relax for me, and it’ll start to feel good.”
“Okay.” He sounds skeptical, but after a few seconds, his muscles begin to relax. I slip in farther, crooking my finger in search of his prostate, and when he gasps, I smile. “Oh my god, that’s…” He trails off with a moan, and my grin widens. I work my finger in and out, dragging it along his prostate with each pass until he’s pushing back against me with each thrust, begging for more. Then I add a second finger and start the whole process over again.
With my freehand, I spread his cheeks apart to watch my fingers sink into his hole with each stroke, his hips jerking as gasps and cries tumble from his lips.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” he pants. “Pax, I’m…I’m…”
I let go of his ass cheek and grab onto his hip to stop his thrusts, and he lets out a frustrated grunt.
“I can finish you like this; is that what you want?” I offer.
“No,” he gasps. “More, please, more, more.”
A lusty groan vibrates in my throat. There’s no way another man exists who’s the perfect blend of innocence and lust the way Elijah is.
I slowly ease my fingers out, wiping the excess lube on my jeans before unzipping them and shoving them down around my thighs the same way Elijah’s are. I pick up the condom and tear it open.
“Wait,” he says, looking at me over his shoulder again. “We don’t need it, do we?”
“What?”
“You said you got tested recently, right?” he asks.
“I did, right after the night at Alex’s party.”
“Right, and you know I’m safe. Can we do it without?”
I look at the condom package in my hand. Never once have I gone without protection. Not with other boyfriends, not when I was a reckless college whore, never. I look back at Elijah and find him watching me, lube glistening from between his ass cheeks.
“Fuck it.” I toss the condom back down and shuffle forward, grabbing his hips.
Our pants in the way definitely adds a bit of a challenge, but I’m not about to stop now, so I make do, pulling his hips closer and getting myself into position so my cock is pressed against his entrance.
I ease into the impossibly tight heat of his hole. He constricts around me instantly, fighting the invasion as his body tenses. My eyes roll back, the pressure around the head of my cock making my breath catch and my balls tighten. I’ve always prided myself on my stamina, but I swear to fuck I could go off right now without even trying.
“Take a deep breath, and try to relax,” I coax, my voice deep and rough with control. I run my hand under his shirt, along his spine. “I know it’s kind of weird, but I promise it gets better.”
He huffs out a little laugh and some of the constriction eases. I push forward a few more inches, my muscles trembling as I fight against the urge to slam myself deep inside him and fuck him like a wild animal in heat. I lean forward, pressing my face between his shoulder blades, easing in at a glacial pace, pausing to give him time to adjust every time he tenses.
“Sorry,” he murmurs, his breath hitching.
“Shhh, everything’s fine, Einstein. If you hate it, tell me, and we can stop.”
“Don’t stop; it’s getting a little better,” he says.
“Not a ringing endorsement,” I chuckle, and he laughs again, his body relaxing further.
I push forward the final few inches until my hips are flush against his ass, my cock buried to the hilt inside him, and a deep moan rumbles from my chest.
“You feel incredible,” I gasp, pressing a kiss between his shoulders and resenting the fabric of his shirt for getting in the way of his skin.
“Do it, Pax. I want to feel what it’s like.”
“You asked for it,” I tease, pressing one last kiss to his back before leaning back and easing out slowly. This time, I don’t take my time entering him, I slam forward like I imagined doing the first time, knocking a gasp from his lips and groaning deeply at the unimaginable feeling of fucking him bare, of being the first person to ever touch him like this.
“Yes, yes, yes, oh god, oh Pax,” he gasps, his body trembling as he meets each one of my thrusts. The sound of our skin slapping fills the otherwise quiet night, our grunts and moans carrying through the air and echoing through the nearby trees.
I dig my fingers hard into his hips, angling them to make sure I hit his prostate with every thrust. With nothing between us I can feel everything, the heat of his channel, the tug of his rim dragging agai
nst my cock with every thrust, the flutter of his inner muscles as his orgasm gets close. He twists his hands in the blanket on the hood of the car, just like he usually does with the front of my shirt.
“You’re so sexy…you feel so fucking good,” I rumble. “No one has ever felt like this. You’re perfect, so goddamn perfect,” I babble the praise as I fuck him faster, desperate to feel him fall apart on my cock.
“Pax,” he sobs my name, his channel tightening around me again, constricting so hard I see stars, my balls clenching. I slam into him one last time, a roar erupting from me as the pulsing of his orgasm rips my own from me, waves of impossible pleasure washing over me as I fill him with my load of thick, hot cum, shooting it so deep inside him he’ll feel it there for days. I moan again, my hips twitching as every drop is milked from my balls, his own gasps and groans growing tired as his body starts to sag. I wrap my arms around him, holding him against me as I ride out the aftershocks of the best orgasm of my entire fucking life.
“Wow,” he whispers when I finally ease my hold on him, my body turning to Jell-O as I let my softening cock slip out of him. I drag him back down to lay next to me on the blanket that’s now bunched and messy with his cum.
“Good first time?”
“So good I think it’s going to skew any future data points I manage to gather on the subject,” he jokes, a relaxed smile on his pretty lips. I bristle at the idea of anyone else touching him, but I know that’s insane. Like he said, we’re nothing but atoms crashing into each other. But I have to admit, I’m starting to wonder if we’ll survive the inevitable explosion.
Chapter 18
Elijah
I shift in my seat, trying to focus on what the professor is saying rather than the slight ache in my…well, you know. It’s been three days since Pax took me to the drive-in, and I swear I can still feel him inside me. My cock starts to swell at the memory of how good it felt to be stretched and filled by him, to have him so deep inside me I could hardly breathe.
I wasn’t even sure I would like it before we did it. I wasn’t sure it was something I’d ever want. But boy was I wrong.
After he dropped me off at home that night, I’d gotten in the shower to wash up and as I gingerly slipped fingers between my cheeks to clean away the lube, I felt some of his cum dripping from my tender hole. It made me so hard I jerked off right there in the shower to the memory of Pax’s pulsing cock, his sweaty, shaking body, his deep, animalistic moans.
“You coming?” Alex asks, pulling me out of my very not-school-appropriate thoughts.
“What?” I ask in an embarrassingly raspy voice. I clear my throat, and he laughs.
“Class is over,” he says, and I realize he’s right: everyone is clearing out.
“Oh, sorry, I was daydreaming,” I confess, heat rising in my cheeks.
“Must’ve been a good one.” He smirks, and I blush harder.
I reach under the desk and adjust myself in hopes that no one else will notice my arousal, and then I shove my things into my messenger bag and follow him out of the classroom.
“So, how was it?” he asks once we’re outside.
“How was what?”
“The anal sex,” he says bluntly, and I sputter to a stop, a gasp of surprise catching in my throat. He keeps walking for a second before realizing I’m no longer beside him, then he looks back and chuckles at me.
“How…how did you know?” I ask in a whisper as I hurry back to his side so no one will overhear this conversation.
“Oh please, you were doing the my ass hurts dance all through class.” He waves his hand like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Now spill, how was it?”
“It was…” I run my fingers up and down the strap of my bag, trying to think of the right word to describe that night. I clench my butt just to feel the ache again for a second, to remember what it felt like to trust Pax like that. “It was amazing.”
Alex’s smile widens. “Yay, I’m so happy for you.”
“Thanks,” I say with a chuckle.
“Has he rimmed you yet?” he asks, looping his arm through mine and tugging me along toward our next class.
“Um…no?” I’m not entirely sure I know what that is, but it doesn’t sound like something we’ve done.
“Not everyone is into it, but oh my god, it’s seriously my favorite thing ever,” he gushes. “If I could only pick one way to get off the rest of my life, that would be it. Like, if today was my last day on earth, I’d find some big, burly, idiot of a man who has more muscles than brains, you know the type?” I nod, so he goes on. “And I’d ride his face until I died with his tongue buried in my ass.”
I choke on another gasp, looking around quickly to see if anyone else heard what he just said. But no one seems to be listening, or if they are, they’re not as scandalized by Alex’s declaration as I am.
“That’s, um, good to know.” Honestly, what’s a person supposed to say to that?
He sighs happily, a dreamy look coming over his face. “A boy can dream.”
When I get home a few hours later, I pull out my textbooks and set myself up at the kitchen table like I always do. But Alex’s words keep echoing in my head, making me curious.
I grab my laptop and open it to the same website I looked at before, typing rimming into the search bar. And, oh boy…
Elijah: I have a question
Theo: Shoot
Elijah: Should a person get their butthole waxed if they want to get rimmed?
Theo: Funny, Pax, did you steal Elijah’s phone?
Elijah: This isn’t a joke
Theo: Wait, who do you want to rim you?
Elijah: Just this guy
Theo: Like a boyfriend?
Elijah: Not a boyfriend
Theo: What then?
Elijah: More of an experiment
Theo: With rimming?
Theo: Potentially, yes
Theo: Ooooookay. Yes, get waxed, and I’m going to send you a link for…um…prep
Elijah: What kind of prep? More than waxing?
Theo: Oh, child.
Theo sends me a link, and if anything, it makes the whole prospect seem even more intimidating than it already was. But I am a little curious about the whole thing.
Pax
I lay back in my hotel bed, the TV droning in the background. After a long day of schmoozing clients, all I want is something mindless.
My phone vibrates on the nightstand, and I smile as I reach for it.
Einstein: You know what I don’t get?
Pax: What’s that?
Considering the kid is a literal genius, I’m curious to see where this is going.
Einstein: Rimming
I sputter a laugh.
Pax: Like, the mechanics or…
Einstein: No, I get that. One person licks the other’s butthole. It just doesn’t seem sexy
It’s all too easy to imagine my little Nerdlet on his hands and knees, nervously waiting to feel my tongue against his hole, licking and teasing, opening him up and fucking him until he’s a babbling mess. My cock grows hard, tenting my boxers at the thought.
I think he just invented a new way to sext, and my perverted ass is all about it.
Pax: Seems unfair to make a call like that without any empirical evidence
Elijah: Oh, that’s true
Pax: Tell you what, when I get home from Texas, we’ll have an experiment so you can make an accurate assessment
It takes more than a few seconds for him to respond. I wonder if it’s because he’s excited by the idea or horrified. I groan and reach into my boxers, wrapping my hand around my hard, thick erection. I never knew the whole inexperienced thing would do it for me, but goddamn if it doesn’t.
Elijah: That seems fair
Pax: It’s a date ;)
Chapter 19
Pax
I toss my suitcase down near my bed and start to strip out of my suit, the airplane smell clinging to me and filling my nose. Usually the f
irst thing on my mind at the end of a long week of traveling is a nap and then going out to get my dick wet. But all I can think about as I head into the bathroom to start the shower is Elijah.
After our text exchange earlier in the week, I invited him to come by tonight for dinner…among other things. My cock starts to swell as my mind fills with images of his ass in the air, his cheeks spread so I can shove my tongue into his hole and make him scream.
I groan, wrapping my hand around the base of my cock and giving it a slow stroke. I can’t wait to play with him all night, to show him things he never thought to want, to teach his body exactly how incredible it can feel.
I force myself to release my cock and hurry through the rest of my shower so I’ll have time to get dinner started before Elijah shows up. I’m no gourmet chef, but I can grill a mean steak.
Stepping out of the shower, I reach for a towel and wrap it around my waist and then head back into the bedroom. On the bed, my phone flashes with a missed call. Picking it up, I see Theo tried to call while I was in the shower.
I dry off and get dressed in a pair of black sweatpants and a white t-shirt, figuring there’s no sense in getting all dressed up for a night in. Besides, the plan is to ditch our clothes as soon as possible.
Then, I grab my phone and head out onto the balcony to light the grill while I give my brother a call back.
“Which one of your slutbag friends is fucking Elijah?” he demands, skipping the greeting all together.
“Excuse me?” I ask, my heart beating faster at the accusation in his tone. Part of me has always thought Theo might have a thing for Elijah, but I pushed that to the back of my mind after the party at Alex’s because I’m selfish, and I didn’t want to feel bad about taking the thing I wanted most. But the hurt and anger in his voice sends a wave of guilt washing over me.
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