The Summer of Us

by Lily Morton

  I shiver slightly, my cock hardening even more at the tone of command in his voice and the roughness of his hands. Who knew that I’d like to be bossed about? Not me, possibly the bossiest person on the planet.

  He pushes me up the stairs, walking close behind me pressing kisses to the back of my neck. Near the bedroom he scoops off Bram’s jacket, throwing it cavalierly on the floor and then pauses. “That’s Bram’s jacket isn’t it?”

  “I went to see him because I didn’t know where to find you,” I say throatily as his busy hands reach around and pull my t-shirt off, caressing the skin of my chest and pinching my nipples as he does.

  His hands pause for a microsecond. “No. Not interested at the moment,” he says in a lordly fashion, and I choke out a laugh which sinks to a groan as he reaches down and slowly and teasingly lowers my zipper.

  He pushes me through an open doorway into a large light filled room. I just have time to register a huge bed made up with white linens and a colourful throw and white walls, before he issues his next command. “Kick your shoes off,” he says in a demanding voice and I comply immediately, stilling as he presses up against me from behind.

  He slides his hands into my waistband and pushes the shorts off. They fall at my feet and then I arch back into his chest giving a sharp cry as his busy hands find the outline of my achingly stiff cock under my boxer briefs and slide up and down firmly.

  At the sound of my cry he spins me round and kisses me again, clutching the cheeks of my arse to pull me into him. “Not just me,” I choke out. “You too,” and he smiles, taking my mouth in a loving kiss before stepping back.

  He pulls off his hoody and then turns obediently so that I can access the long zip and get the wet suit off his narrow hips. I kiss the tanned golden skin of his back. “This wetsuit is so fucking sexy,” I murmur between kisses and he laughs.

  “You won’t be thinking that in a second.”

  “Why?” Five seconds Iater I find out. “Jesus Christ,” I groan, tugging on the legs of the suit. “This is like stripping a fucking sausage.” He lies back against the bed laughing helplessly, his face open and loving and his tanned limbs splayed wide. Finally the wetsuit legs come loose. “Okay,” I huff. “That’s slightly sexier in that you’re commando.”

  “I do my best to please,” he says lazily, drawing his hand down his cock which is hard and glistening.

  “Fuck you’re so good looking,” I whisper.

  He raises up on the bed onto his knees and crawls across to me, grabbing my hips and sliding my boxer briefs off me. “I’m not the sexy one. It’s you.” He traces a firm hand across my body, his words following his hands and busy fingers. “Look at this broad chest, this muscled torso. You’re wider than me and so strong. And all of that tanned, tight skin leading down to this hair.” He ruffles his hands through my happy trail, one teasing finger bypassing my cock and trailing along the ‘v’ of my pelvic muscles. Then just as quickly his hand shifts and he cups my balls and I groan in pleasurable agony as he rolls them, pressing down on my taint behind them and making fireworks pulse behind my eyes.

  “Get on the bed,” he says in a firm voice. “Lie on your front and let me see that arse.”

  For a second I hesitate and he smiles gently, kissing me softly. “Nothing will happen that you don’t want to, but I swear to you that you’re going to like this.”

  “You promise?” I say in a small voice and then want to kick myself in the throat, but his expression melts and he kisses me.

  “I do.”

  “Okay then.” I shrug and settle down and then jerk as he straddles my thighs and I feel his balls brush against my legs. Then I groan as his firm hands start a massage of my shoulders. He works his way down my back, pressing firmly and bypassing my arse to massage the tops of my thighs.

  After a few moments I relax and the strokes continue, but now they occasionally tease me as with every pass he’ll massage into my arse cheeks, pushing my groin into the bed and rubbing my cock against the sheets.

  Soon I’m moaning and arching into his touch pleading for more and I can hear his soft pants and then he cups my arse. “So beautiful Johnny and all mine. I’m going to be the first and the last in here.”

  “Yes,” I groan, and then pause. “I thought that you wanted me to try other men?”

  His hand jerks and then grips me spasmodically. “Fucking never,” he says in a fierce voice. “Never Johnny. I said that because I thought that it was the right thing to do, but I don’t want you to ever have another man.”

  I twist my head to look at him. He’s crouched over me looking like a Greek god, all golden skin and a lean beauty. “And it’s the same for you then,” I say in a hard voice, and he nods his head frantic in his desire for me to know our truth.

  “I don’t want anyone else ever. This is it for me Johnny.”

  We exchange glances loaded with heavy feelings that shouldn’t make me feel so light and safe but they do, so I nod and something seems to snap in him as he closes his eyes for a second. When he opens them his voice is hoarse. “Spread your legs John.”

  Immediately I do as he asks, spreading my legs until he’ll be able to see everything. For a second I feel vulnerable because this isn’t a view that I ever thought anyone would see, but then I feel his breath blow over my hole making it clench and I feel the moist warmth of his tongue there. Surely he’s not going to –

  “Oh my fucking God,” I shout out at the top of my voice as pleasure floods through me in a warm wave. His tongue flicks around my hole, teasing and making me wild. I never knew that this area could be so sensitive, but it’s like there are twenty thousand more nerve endings here than anywhere else on my body.

  “Oh Johnny,” he groans. “You’re so sensitive here love. You’re going to love this.”

  I open my mouth to say something but my thoughts scatter as he licks over my hole and then slides his tongue inside me, his tongue wriggling and licking and I can’t speak anymore. All I can do is grunt out incomprehensible things, arching my body and forcing my ass back so that he’s fucking me with his tongue.

  The pleasure rides that edge between being too much and not enough to come, like all my nerve endings are on fire, and the eroticism is heightened by the sheer dirtiness and forbidden quality of the noises that he’s making, the stifled groans and slurping as he almost French kisses my arsehole.

  These noises are joined by my own grunts as I feel him suckle on his finger before sliding a long finger into me. For a second I tense with images of how much this is supposed to hurt, but then I relax and remember that this is Matty and when I did it to him he went mad. Then the nerves quickly vanish because he’s bringing a quickening, hot pleasure that’s making me feel wild.

  “You’re doing so well,” he praises. “Can you take another sweetheart?”

  I nod. “Do it.”

  He removes his finger and I feel him reach for something and then there’s the sound of a cap opening. When he comes back to me his fingers are wet and he pushes two fingers in slowly, scissoring them and opening me. I’m not sure how I feel about it at first. It feels weird and alien and it burns. For a second I wonder whether this is actually for me after all, until he makes a sudden, reaching movement inside me and pleasure explodes in my arse, spreading to my cock and balls and I yell out.

  “Oh my God what are you doing?”

  “That’s the prostate sweetheart. Do you like it?”

  “Ungh!” I moan. “Do it again,” and he laughs, stroking again lightly.

  “I like to see an intelligent man struck dumb.”

  I arch back losing track of time as his busy fingers stretch me open and when he comes back with three fingers inside me I almost welcome the burn, coming as it does with his hand stroking my cock so that everything becomes this immense ball of intense feeling and want and so much pleasure.

  “Matt please I need it,” I groan, my hair sticking to my face with sweat and my eyes blind.

  He moans deep
in his throat giving my cock one last stroke, and I arch into his hand almost humping it. “You’re ready. Here sit up,” he says.

  He pulls me up onto my knees, grabbing the pillows and putting them into a pile and then leaning me over them so that I arch over them.

  “This is one of the best positions for a first timer,” he says in a hoarse voice, kissing the back of my neck. “You can control how much you take at a time. Are you sure?”

  “I’m sure,” I growl, and then grab his hand as he goes for a condom. “You said it was just us?”

  He stills and then nods. “I meant it too Johnny. No one else. I’ve never gone without condoms since Ben and I’ve been tested.”

  I nod. “I’m clean too.” I pause and look at him. “While we’re talking like this I want you to know that I never slept with Bella.”

  A wave of relief flows over his face, and for a second he rests his head against my shoulder. “Thank you,” he says softly. Then his head comes up, awe on his face. “So we’re doing this?”

  I nod watching him avidly as he reaches for the tube of lube and squirts some over his fingers, fisting his cock and stroking it until it’s coated, before reaching over and pouring some more onto my hole and pushing it in smoothly.

  I swallow hard, feeling suddenly nervous. “Will it hurt?”

  “No baby,” he says gently. “You’re nice and open. It will feel a bit strange and it might burn a bit, but we’ll just stop until you get used to it.”

  “I trust you,” I say solemnly and his face twists, and he comes over me kissing me wetly.

  “I love you so much,” he says forcefully. “I want you so fucking much.”

  “Then do it,” I groan, and bend over my nest of pillows feeling him come close and then the wiriness of his pubic hair brushing my arse as I spread my legs. I feel him take his cock and position it at my entrance, pushing against the wet hole making teasing little forays until it enters me slightly. He grabs my shoulders.

  “You can feel it,” he urges. “Now take it. Push back sweetheart and take my cock.”

  Taking a deep breath I close my eyes and push back, feeling the burn and stretch of his cock. For a second it’s almost too much as the burn spreads and I feel a panic come over me, a feeling of helplessness and being held down by someone heavy.

  Sensing it he soothes me, kissing my shoulders and heaping praise onto me and telling me to push down. I gather my courage and do it and with an almost audible pop I feel the large muscle slacken and the head of his cock slide inside me. We rest there for a second, me panting and him visibly trembling behind me.

  “Are you okay?” he asks hoarsely, and I nod frantically.

  “Are you?”

  “God yes,” he moans. “You just feel fucking incredible baby, so hot around my cock and so fucking tight. I can’t believe that I’m going to come in you, fill you up with my spunk until it’s dripping out of you.”

  With these words I feel my cock which had gone soft with nerves harden so quickly that it makes me dizzy. I make a thrusting gesture with my hips and he slides all the way in until I feel the slap of his balls against my arse. For a second he rests against me and then I move, rutting against the pillows and feeling them rub against the stiffness of my cock. The feel of his prick sliding in me makes pleasure shoot through me.

  “Oh fuck,” I groan. “Fuck me, do it Matt.”

  “Johnny,” he grunts, and then he starts to move. At first I can’t get the hang of it as I’m so used to being the one in charge and leading it. However, he grips my hips moving me the way that he wants, and something about the way that he moves my body and takes control of the sex for our pleasure turns me on more than anything that I’ve ever experienced.

  Then he pulls almost out and slides in at an angle and hits my prostate and an explosion of colour hits behind my eyes and I force myself back on him grunting.

  “God, baby.” His voice is broken and harsh. “My John, so fucking good.”

  “I need to see you,” I say suddenly. “Matt, I need to see your face.”

  He instantly pulls out and I wince and groan feeling empty as he throws the pillows across the room violently in his need to get back in me. He pushes me until I’m flat on my back and then he kneels up, grabbing my arse and lifting me until I’m arched up, my arse resting in his lap. I wrap my legs around him as he grabs his cock and lines it up, and I arch my head back groaning as he slides all the way in.

  I run my eyes avidly over him, the visual ten times hotter than anything as I watch his intent face, the colour on his cheeks and the redness of his lips as he bites them. The muscles in his torso and pelvis twist sinuously, visible under the tight skin as he shifts his hips, slowing everything down as he moves languorously.

  He’s hitting my prostate almost continuously in this position and I can hear a keening in the room that mingles with his groans, and I’m amazed to find that it’s me making that noise, lost in a pleasure that is unlike anything that I’ve ever known.

  “Matty. God move quicker,” I plead and he smiles mockingly, throwing his head back and groaning as he makes another languid swipe with his hips until I lose it and push myself up more into his lap, working my anus harder against the root of his cock.

  We both cry out and I groan as he reaches down grabbing my cock which is sloppy with pre come and milking it hard, and suddenly I’m close. “Matty,” I groan. “I’m so close. I need to feel you.”

  He understands me instantly and backs slightly so that I’m lying flat on the sheets again, and then he folds himself over me, lying full length on me as I twine my arms and legs around him.

  “God yes, yes,” he grunts, our mouths sharing panting breaths. “I’m so close.”

  I grab his hair pulling him down and we kiss wildly, our teeth clacking together until we can do nothing except pant, and the movements are so hard and almost violent, so male and unrestrained. The stroking sensation of his cock inside me, the rubbing of his torso against my cock and the knowledge that he is fucking into me, taking me on my back with my legs spread open for him is almost too much.

  Then electricity shoots down the base of my spine and into my balls and I feel the pressure in my cock race down it, and I arch my back rubbing my cock furiously against his wet skin as I spurt and spurt between us.

  The scent of come fills the air between us heavy and acrid and he grunts, all the muscles tightening in his body before he arches back and gives two or three battering thrusts against me. Then I feel heat and warmth flood my body and he collapses against me and we lie, insensate but together.

  After a minute I feel him soften inside me and he moans leaning up to take my mouth in a lush kiss, sucking gently on my tongue and brushing my hair back gently. “Get ready,” he murmurs. “Because this bit can be a bit uncomfortable. Take a breath.”

  I do as he says and then groan as he pulls out. The uncomfortable feeling passes after a few seconds and then I chuckle as I feel the liquid slide out. “Well that’s novel,” I say dryly, and Matt laughs but his face is dreamy as he runs his finger through it.

  “Fuck that’s actually really sexy coming out of you.”

  I laugh. “You’re joking.”

  “No, it appeals to my inner animal.” He pauses and then says in a low voice, “I want to come all over you and rub it in. Mark you as mine.”

  To my utter astonishment I feel my cock stir and he gives me a knowing look and a quick kiss before jumping out of bed and going into the bathroom. I hear water run and then he comes back with a wet towel and proceeds to clean me up, dropping kisses on whichever part of my body is near and uttering wordless sounds of praise. I lie back feeling utterly sated and warm and taken care of, and my eyes fill up slightly.

  Finally finished he jumps back into bed and opens his arms, and I immediately cuddle close feeling them wrap around me and draw me to him so that we lie in a tangle of hairy, languid limbs. He presses his lips into my hair, inhaling as if he loves the smell of me. “So what did you
think?” he finally murmurs.

  I look up at him. “It was incredible,” I say softly, and he relaxes instantly. I can’t believe that he was worried. “I’ve never felt so connected or felt so much pleasure and the safety to be who I am. Is it always like that?”

  He strokes his finger down my cheek. “It’s never been like that for me before,” he says solemnly.

  “Really?”

  “Yes, really. I’ve never felt that connection either. Before it’s just been a way to get off and obviously I wanted my partner to get off too, but with you I just wanted you to feel so much pleasure. Giving it to you and seeing your reactions made mine a thousand times more intense.”

  I reach up and kiss him. “That’s okay then, as long as I’m the best that you’ve ever had.”

  He laughs and I feel it running through his body. It’s an intimate trusting thing to feel your lover laugh while you lie against him. “Johnny you’re so competitive.”

  After a few minutes of lying quietly and drifting, he nudges me. “So how do you feel in yourself now that you’ve discovered that you’re gay?”

  I look up at him contemplatively. “I don’t know whether I’ve just discovered that I’m gay so much or just that I’ve discovered you.” I hesitate, wanting to get this right and quell any doubts that he has about influencing me. My Matty is always so concerned about never pushing me and letting me have my own mind. Finally I find the words. “You’re my person and I think that I was just waiting for you. Man or woman, it doesn’t matter to me. The only thing that matters is that you are mine and I am yours.”

  His eyes fill with tears and he hugs me hard to him for a second. “But Johnny it can be such a difficult thing. You will be defined now by your sexuality, not your brain or your intellect, and I know how important that is to you.”

  He’s so serious about this, but I’m not. In this I am careless, because I know now what I want and I truly don’t care about anything or anyone else.