by Joe Lechene
We resumed our lip lock until I broke it off and started kissing my way down his torso. He was moaning under my touch as I progressively went down his chest and stomach. Once I reached the hem of his shorts, only one thing was standing in my way. I yanked his shorts and underwear both off at the same time in one swift move. After they cleared his feet, they joined his shirt on the floor. Now, this gorgeous twink was laying in his full glory before me.
I slowly kissed my way around his mound before taking him into my mouth. While I was giving him the best that my oral skills had to offer, I undid my jeans and worked them off my legs. He was now moaning in full force and his subtle juices were landing on my tongue. I would have stayed down there longer, but I had another task in mind. I slid back up his slender chest, pulling his legs up along with me. I started kissing him again as my member was prodding his waiting entrance.
I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom from it. I had everything prepared just in case this would happen. Just as I was about to open the package, Tristan grabbed my arm and said to me, “No. Don’t use that. I want you and only you. Nothing between us.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, now will you finally make love to me?”
I put the condom back and grabbed the lube. After making sure that everything was thoroughly coated, I slowly entered Tristan. His eyes rolled back and his arms wrapped themselves tightly around my back. Rocking myself into my man slowly, I kissed his tender lips and ran my hands up his sides. After brushing my thumbs across his stiff nipples, my fingers ran through the soft hairs under his arms.
I pushed his arms up behind his head, denying him the ability to touch himself. As I kissed his soft lips, his mouth opened for me, inviting me inside. Our tongues explored the inside of each other’s hungering mouths. He started to arch his back toward me with his head and shoulders leaving the pillow. I took my free hand and placed it on the top of his shoulder, holding his torso down against the mattress. Then, I felt his leg hair brushing against my sides as he wrapped his legs around my ass, pulling me even further into him. He moaned into my mouth before lightly biting on my lower lip.
As much as I was hoping that this event could last forever, I knew that was definitely not the case. When Tristan started whimpering into my mouth, I could tell that the time was coming. Taking my hand from his shoulder, I moved it down his torso until it found its target. Matching my strokes with my thrusts, I started to speed up my tempo. It was merely a matter of moments from that point when Tristan arched his lower back, pushing his stomach into mine. As he moaned into my mouth, I felt his warm juices coat both of us. At the same time, his spasms sent me over the edge and I released deep inside him.
After emptying myself inside him, I collapsed on top of Tristan, letting most of my weight rest on his chest. I laid my head down on his shoulder and kissed the side of his neck. And that was how we laid until our bodies recovered from the act. Once his body stopped quivering and his breathing returned to normal, I pushed myself back up from him. Tristan still laid there with his eyes closed as I grabbed the towel from the other pillow and wiped both of us off.
“You okay?”
He replied by smiling and nodding his head back at me.
“Good, then let’s get showered off before you fall asleep like this.”
Rolling off to the side, I threw my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. I turned around and gazed at my mess of a boyfriend. Tristan looked like he was still in a state of pure bliss. Unwilling to move a muscle, so that the state didn’t have to end. However, he also looked like he was going to pass out. I scooped my arms under his slender frame and picked him up from the mattress. He wrapped his arms around my neck and rested his head against my shoulder.
Once we were safely in the bathroom, I carefully sat Tristan down on the toilet. When I was confident that he wasn’t going to fall off it, I went to the shower and started the water. Finally getting the water adjusted to a suitable temperature, I turned back around. Tristan was now leaning back against the tank with his arms crossed in front of his chest. His eyelids were open, with his light blue’s looking right at me. I reached out and extended my hand toward him, which he quickly accepted.
After pulling him up from where he was seated, I wrapped my other arm around his back and guided him into the shower. Luckily, my shower was spacious enough to fit both of us comfortably with room to spare. I grabbed my body wash off the shelf, along with my puff and started to scrub his skin. Just like the last time I did this for him, Tristan didn’t object. At least this time around, I didn’t feel guilty for having to do it. As I ran the puff between his cheeks, I noticed him slightly wince.
I placed my hand on the side of his jaw and lifted his face until he was looking me in the eyes. “Hey, are you alright? Did I hurt you?”
“I’ll be fine, just a little tender right now. It’s kinda been a while since anyone was back there. And besides, you’re, uh…” Tristan averted his gaze from my face and his eyes drifted down my wet torso.
Quickly realizing what he was saying, I slid my hand around his face and put my thumb against his soft lips. Tristan took me by surprise when he parted his lips and let my thumb enter his mouth. Gently closing his teeth on the nail and bottom, he returned his gaze back to my face.
“You don’t have to say anything more, I get what you’re saying. I’ll be gentler next time.”
He released his hold on my thumb and allowed it to leave his mouth. Resuming where I left off, I took exceptional care washing his buttocks. After I finished scrubbing him, he rinsed the suds away. Then, he then took the puff from me and returned the gesture. This was the first time that someone had scrubbed my body so intimately in a long ass time and I was definitely enjoying it.
Once both of us were rinsed clean, I turned the shower off and we got out. Tristan grabbed a towel from the shelf and wiped every inch of my body. When he finished, he dried himself off as well. Tristan hung the towel on the hook before walking out of the bathroom. I followed right behind him, turning off the light along the way.
When we reached the bed, Tristan crawled under the covers first with me following suit. He curled right up against me, laying his head on my shoulder. He wrapped his arm around my side as I wrapped mine around his back. The feel of his naked body against mine was something that I was looking forward to adjusting to. Turning my head to face him, I was met with two eyes glistening in the moonlight that filled the room. With our lips just inches apart, we both closed the gap until they locked together.
Breaking off the kiss, he moved his head back to where it was lying. With his eyes still locked on mine, he said, “I love you, Ian. Please don’t ever leave me.”
“I love you too, Tristan. I’m not going anywhere and neither are you.”
I felt him sigh into the side of my neck as his hand grasped at my side. It was only a matter of minutes before his breathing calmed and light snores escaped his mouth. I could feel the light thump of his heart through his rib cage. A heart that had endured more pain than one should ever have to experience.
XII
I had tried to sleep but failed miserably. Every time that I drifted off, I woke right back up shortly after to make sure Tristan was still sleeping on my side. Last night still seemed like it was all a dream to me. I knew that I would never even measure up to what Erik had meant to him. However, I was still going to do everything that I could to love and protect him. After everything that he has been through, this man deserved to be happy.
As I held Tristan tight against my body, the night sky slowly gave way to early morning light. Normally, I would be getting out of bed around this time, but I didn’t dare wake the sleeping twink on me. I was finding everything about the way he was laying on me completely adorable this morning. His mop of hair was covering my shoulder and the side of my neck. The light stubble on his chin was gently rubbing into the top of my chest. The way his skin felt as his bare torso rested against my chest and side. The way h
is legs were laying across me, with their soft hairs mingling with mine. Even the way that the bottom of his feet were resting against the top of my feet.
Now, most of these things were nothing new to me. It wasn’t like this was the first time that Tristan had slept with me. Although, the previous experiences were more about me comforting him. However, this time it all seemed to mean a lot more to me. It might also have to do something with the fact that I was finally able to sleep naked with him and not feel completely guilty about doing it. Tristan had drawn me in hook, line, and sinker. This sleeping twink held more power over me than he could ever imagine. As I ran my hand slowly up and down his side under the comforter, he started to nuzzle his chin more into my chest.
He mumbled, “Mmmm, I could get used to waking up like this.”
“Yeah, I could too. How was your first night sleeping in our bed?”
Tristan’s hand gripped into my side as he pressed his body tightly against mine. “Our bed, I like the sound of that. This is the most content that I have been in a long ass time.”
“Good, me too. I have a question for you though.”
He replied, “Shoot.”
“It was about what you were saying in the shower last night. Fuck, I don’t know how to ask you this.”
“Just ask Ian, you won’t offend me.”
“Well… you never…”
Tristan finished what I was asking for me, “Topped?”
“Yeah.”
“Um… we tried a few times. But, it always hurt him too much. So, I just took care of him. It wasn’t like I didn’t enjoy it or anything. The sex was always awesome.”
I carefully thought about what I was going to say. This wasn’t a role that I usually took in the bedroom. But, if it meant being even closer to him, I would be more than willing to make the sacrifice.
“So, you’ve never…?”
He rocked his head side to side against my chest.
“Fuck, it’s something that you need to experience. Umm, wanna try with me?”
He lifted his head off my shoulder and looked me straight in the eyes before kissing my lips. “Are you sure Ian? I mean, it isn’t that I don’t want to. I just… don’t want to hurt you. I’m not exactly…”
Tristan’s face started to blush and I could feel the warmth coming off his body. I knew exactly what he was trying to say. Even as he pressed into my side, I already knew that he was rather well endowed. I didn’t answer him though, I just pulled his body on top of mine and guided his mouth to mine. As he kissed me, I let my hands roam over his back and sides. My legs spread under him, letting Tristan settle in between them. When he started prodding me, I knew that I wanted him to do this more than ever.
I already knew that he wasn’t going to want to use protection. So, I grabbed the lube from where I had placed it on the nightstand and handed it to the twink on top of me. He lubed both of us up and tried to slide into me like I had done to him last night. An instant sensation of pain washed over me as I grabbed his hips and pushed him back. The look on his face went from lust to worry immediately. Not wanting to hurt his feelings, I pulled his head back towards me and kissed him. When I broke off the kiss, Tristan tried to say something, but I put my finger on his lips.
“It’s not your fault, but maybe I should handle this. Okay?”
He nodded his head back at me as I wrapped my arms around his back and rolled both of us over. I maneuvered myself around so that I was now straddling the twink underneath me. Once aligning him up with me, I started very slowly working him in. Considering his girth and the fact that it had been quite a long time for me, I took my time adjusting. Tristan laid on his back the whole time with his arms behind his head as I slowly slid down him. He had no idea what he was doing to me, but my man was about to learn the hard way.
Once we were completely joined. I leaned forward and grabbed both of his wrists, holding them against the pillow. The response from my newly found lover was making all of this effort worth it. He was biting his lower lip as his head tilted back toward my hands. I could tell from the look on his face that he was already in heaven. However, he didn’t realize that he had only reached the gates.
I leaned down until my mouth was against his chest. His soft pink nipples were the first targets on my list. I lapped each one with my tongue before gently sucking and nibbling on each of them. Once they were both pointy and red, I moved to the sides of his neck. Kissing my way from below his ear to the side of his shoulder. Finally arriving at my destination, I licked the soft, dirty-blond hairs lining his armpit. My tongue was grazing both the hair and the sensitive skin under them. Since we showered before bed, only his natural scent remained and it was intoxicating.
Tristan started moaning and thrashing around underneath me. I struggled to keep a firm grip on his wrists as he tried to pull them away from my grasp. Once I was satisfied, I moved to the other side of his neck and repeated my movements. By this time, he was hitting me hard and deep. It was only a matter of seconds before he sent me over the edge. Tristan’s moans developed into a gentle roar as I felt him spasm inside me. As I buried him as deep as I could into me, I released. My own fluids covered his chest and abs. I moved my face back to his and kissed him. He was still breathing hard, but he opened his lips to me. After breaking off the kiss with my boyfriend, I looked down at the mess underneath me. Slowly raising my hips up, I grimaced at the loss of Tristan inside me. I stared at his face until he opened his eyes.
“That… was un… fucking… believable,” he said, gazing at me with his light blue eyes.
“I’m glad that you enjoyed it. We need to get rinsed off though before I have to wash the sheets.”
Tristan replied, “Alright.”
I got off the bed before carefully pulling him up. We went into our bathroom, it’s gonna feel weird saying that for a while, and I started the shower. Once the water was hot, Tristan went in first with me following him.
“Ian?”
“Yeah, Tristan?”
“I’m sorry if I hurt you.”
“Don’t worry about it. That was my fault anyway. I knew that you were a virgin in that area. I should have just done what I ended up doing, to begin with.”
He hugged me with the hot water spraying over us. Tristan whispered into my ear, “Thank you.”
I ran my hand up his wet back before responding, “You’re welcome, babe.”
Tristan backed away from me and resumed washing himself off. As he started washing his underarms, he smiled. “I never knew that my armpits could be so sensitive.”
I started laughing as my hands replaced his. The soap and water mixed together as I ran my fingers through the thin hairs. “And you have no idea what the sight of them will do to me.”
“I think that I’m starting to figure that out. Forgive me, I’m a slow learner.”
“It’s alright, Tristan. I’m starting to get the impression that you still have a lot to learn. We’ll work on it together, over time.”
I grabbed the shampoo bottle off the shelf and started washing his hair for him. He held onto my sides as I ran my fingers through his hair. When I was done, I pushed his head under the shower and rinsed the suds away. He probably thought that I was done when I grabbed the bottle of conditioner and ran it through his mop of hair next. While the conditioner soaked into his hair, he rested his head on my shoulder. I held the back of his head and ran my other hand down his thin side.
“What’s wrong baby?”
“Nothing, just enjoying this. I have a question though.”
“Okay?”
He replied, “Can we do that again sometime? I know that it’s not your thing, but I really enjoyed it.”
I sighed before answering him, “Yes, however, it doesn’t happen too often. I have to be extremely turned on and in the mood for it. In fact, it’s probably been a good four years or so since I’ve done that. And, I only did it this time for you.”
“Aww, that’s so sweet. You really do love me,” he mumb
led into my neck.
“Of course I do you goof. Now let’s get your hair rinsed so we can start our day.”
“Alright,” Tristan replied.
He leaned his head back again and allowed me to rinse his hair under the shower head. Tristan ran his hands up my sides, eventually letting them rest on my shoulders. Once his hair was clean, I rinsed the remaining soap off my arms. After stepping out of the shower, I grabbed a towel off the rack and dried myself off. When I heard the shower turn off and the door open, I grabbed another towel and held it out for Tristan.
“Thanks,” he said before accepting it and started drying himself.
“You’re welcome. I’m gonna go throw some joggers on. You know where I’ll be after that.”
