My Fantasy - Chapter 10.5 - Lovers' First By mattbuck matt_v_jellicle@hotmail.com
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Codes: MM, Anal-Oral (MM), Anal (MM), WAM (Custard, shower), Exhibitionism
Danny and I slipped out the front door to John's house at about 6pm that day, leaving behind the sounds of nine fucking teenagers. I guess we could have stayed and fucked there, but quite frankly, something more private would be much better. We walked through the city, me occasionally kissing Danny's cheek or wrapping my arm around him. He'd try to shrug it off, if there was anyone in the same street, but when we got to an empty street, he was all over me, kissing like there was no tomorrow. I hungrily kissed him back when our lips met, pushing my tongue into his mouth. My hands were both on his back, one by his ass, the other at his shoulders. His, by comparison, were on the middle of my back and the back of my head, pulling me into an even deeper kiss. I loved the feel of his body pressed against mine, and the thrill of possible discovery. I longed to feel his nude form pressed against me in his bed... oh god that thought made me horny. My hand on his ass moved inside his trousers, now touching the bare skin since we'd lost his boxers in the mud at John's house. I moved my hand so that it was pointing vertically downwards, and started to push between his legs until I was fondling his balls. When we reluctantly stopped kissing, I withdrew my hand, making a show of enjoying the smell of it.
"Do you get turned on by playing in public?" Danny asked me.
"Never before," I replied, "but just being with you is the greatest turn-on ever, and I'm determined to savour every moment."
"If you want, we could keep playing here. After all, it's dark, seemingly private..."
"And cold." I finished, starting to shiver. "Do it in summer. Let's just get into bed, for now."
"Well, I do have a game we could play on the way..." He stood in front of me, and opened my flies, followed by the button on my boxers, and pulled by hard cock out into the cold night air. Grabbing it in his (cold) right hand, he started to lead me through the streets. Our walking caused his hand to move up and down my cock, masturbating me gently. I admit, I never thought he'd be willing to do that sort of thing. I don't know how many people saw us on the way to his house, since 6pm on a Sunday in February is a fairly inhospitable time, but I enjoyed every second of it. There were no lights on when we reached his house, and he pulled some keys out of his pocket to unlock the door. He tucked my cock back inside my trousers, and opened the door, turning on the lights.
The house seemed fairly unremarkable, a normal suburban house. I followed Danny through to the kitchen, where he asked me what I wanted to drink.
"Hmm... fresh créme au Danny, please." I joked.
"Sorry, but I can't serve that sort of drink this early in the evening. Please choose instead from our extensive range of alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages." We both laughed at this, and eventually decided on our drinks, and sat in the lounge for a while, Danny in the corner of the sofa, me lying along the sofa with my head on his chest. It felt so good to just relax with him, just lying there on him. I could have stayed like that forever, but Danny said he needed to get up. I heard his footsteps recede up the stairs, and took the opportunity to tuck my cock back into my boxers and do up the button again. I then stood up and looked around the lounge. There were a few family photos, one of someone (Danny, I assumed) as a child of about 5 years. There was also a big picture of a sunset behind Glastonbury Tor. The carpet was plush, as was the sofa. I looked round the curtain and out into the street. Most of the downstairs lights were on, behind their own curtains, and there was no one in the street. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I whirled round, and saw Danny standing there.
"You hungry?" He asked.
"Yeah. And startled." I replied. "What've you got?"
"I have absolutely no idea." He laughed. "Want to just go raid the cupboards?"
I just smiled at him. After a while, we eventually made some sandwiches, and found some chocolate cake and custard for afters. We moved upstairs into his bedroom, taking the food with us. We'd eaten the sandwiches, sitting on his bed; before we realised we'd forgotten the plates. Danny started to get up to go and get some, but I stopped him.
"Your chest would make a perfect plate," I said, "but you might want something to stop the bed getting messy."
He licked his lips at me, and pulled off his T-shirt, exposing his flat chest. I could hardly wait, and was putting my arms around him and nibbling his left ear as he searched for a waterproof coat in his cupboard. He always smelt so delicious... Oh god yes... He turned his face and I kissed him on the lips, savouring the moment. He pushed me away, laughing:
"Ged-off. Do you want any food or not?" He put the thin waterproof down on the bed, outside up, and lay on it, putting his hands underneath his head on the pillows. I unwrapped the cake, and placed it on his chest before slicing it down the middle with one of the spoons we'd brought. I lay the pieces flat-side-down on his chest, side-by-side, and picked up the carton of cold custard. His nipples were hard and I couldn't resist giving them a quick lick. He shivered, and I was slightly worried about the cold, but he didn't seem to care, so who was I to judge? I moved so I was straddling his stomach, one knee on each side, and held the custard over him like the Sword of Damocles. Then, slowly, I started pouring.
For a second, nothing came out, then a steady flow of thick yellow custard, dripping down onto his chest, coating it and the cake halves. He looked so sexy, the cold custard flowing down over his hot flesh. I kept pouring until the carton was empty, then picked up the spoon. The first cut, moving down through the chocolatey goodness, until the spoon touched his skin. This first bit I took for myself, licking the spoon erotically after I'd swallowed the cake. The next, I let him have. Again, I cut a piece off, but this time moved it towards his mouth. He opened up for me, and took it, scraping the spoon clean with his lips as it passed. We continued in this way until the whole thing was eaten, and I must say, it was the best I ever tasted. I looked down at Danny: his lips were moist and clean, smiling, but his chest was covered in custard and small lumps of chocolate. He looked beautiful. I swirled my right index finger around on his chest, coating it in custard before sucking it into my mouth. His next finger, I fed to him, letting him suck it clean. I stripped off my T-shirt, and bent down to lick patterns in the custard on his chest, tracing paths to his nipples, before sucking on them, nibbling and biting hungrily. I then placed a trail of kisses up the side of his neck, ending at his oh-so-sexy lips in a passionate kiss. My chest touched his, momentarily pulling back at the cold, before squelching down fully. I wrapped my legs around his as his tongue played with mine. I could have kissed all night, but we had other plans. Danny pushed me off him so he could sit up. The custard started to slide down his chest, looking delicious. He ran his hand over his stomach, scraping up some of the dripping custard, and licked it off, smiling at me. He pulled the raincoat off the bed, and laid me down where he had been, on my back. He got on all fours, straddling my legs, and proceeded to lick up the custard on me. I lay back and gave into the sensations. His tongue fell gorgeous sliding over me, and I longed to return the favour. When he had licked my stomach clean, he stopped, and pulled me up.
"Come on, Matt. You want a shower?"
How could I refuse? He undid my trousers and pulled them down, followed by my boxers, leaving me naked. He pulled down his own trousers, and I knelt to help by getting his boxers off. He retreated from me.
"Matt, if you want me, you're going to have to live with my boxers."
I assumed that he'd put them on when he'd gone upstairs earlier. They were white, simple (made of cotton) and sexily tight. His cock was tenting the front without pulling the waistband away from his lithe form. Must be strong elastic. He came back towards me, pushing down on my head to get me onto all-fours. He climbed up on my back, his hands on my shoulders. His legs wrapped around my chest, he delivered a quick slap on my ass to get me moving. We started moving, but I stopped a few times simply to feel his hand on my ass again. When we reached the bathroom, he dismounted and turned on the shower. The custard was back on his stomach again now, so again he dragged a hand across it to remove it. I was sure that I'd dripped on the carpet on the way. He told me to get in the shower while he used the toilet, and I complied. The warm water washed away the custard quickly and I set about rubbing myself under the water, since there was no soap or shower gel. Presently, I heard the flush go, and Danny asked me to turn off the shower. He climbed in, and pulled the shower curtain back behind him. He kissed me, pulling his body tight against mine, smearing me with custard again, the fabric of his boxers rubbing against me in delicious torture.
"Matt, these boxers are a sort of present for you. Get down and wash my ass, but don't remove the boxers until I tell you." He passed me the showerhead, and turned on the water. I first kissed each cheek of his ass, before pointing the spray at his left cheek. Suddenly, there were some letters there:
"I L
YOU"
I eagerly sprayed his ass totally, and revealed the full message:
"I LOVE YOU MATT"
I was almost speechless. All I could say was,
"I love you too, Danny." He turned around and smiled at me, pulling me up to my feet again and into a deep kiss. As we parted, Danny giving my tongue a final, playful, suck, he said:
"I knew you'd appreciate them. I love you, Matt. Do you want to appreciate what's underneath as well?" I nodded and kissed him lightly on the lips again, followed by a trail of kisses down his body, weaving a path around both his nipples (loving the custard taste), one after the other, down his flat stomach to his waistband, the up again, around his belly-button, and around his left side. Over onto his back, lower now, back at the waist. I pushed his boxers down slightly, and kissed the very top of his ass-crack. I gathered up some saliva, and let it out of my mouth right there, before pulling his boxers up again, and kissing up his back. I knew that the saliva would be running down, right over his asshole... he'd love that. A quick kiss-trip up to his shoulders. He had braced his arms against the wall, and I kissed his slightly-sweaty armpits. Now, down again. Each bone of his back receiving attention. This time, I pushed his boxers down off his hips, but they couldn't go far since he had his legs apart. I used this to my advantage, and went head-down into them, letting my hair rub against his sensitive areas. I hadn't finished playing yet, though. I knelt now, and licked along the ridge in the centre of his bollocks, before taking the back gently between my teeth and giving a little tug. Upwards again, I pulled his ass cheeks apart, and looked lustfully at the tight hole they had been concealing. I thrust my face into his crack, savouring the aromas of pure unadulterated Danny, playfully tracing the letters of "I love you Danny" right over his asshole, before pushing my tongue into him. He always tasted so good. I slid my body up his, loving the feel of the custard between us. I wrapped my arms around him, kissing his neck while he sprayed the water between us, rinsing us both off. Danny turned round in my arms and wrapped his own around me, embracing me and giving me a light kiss on the lips. He turned off the water, and led me out of the shower. We towelled off, and went back to the bedroom. After an awkward silence, I said:
"Danny, don't do anything you don't want. I love you too much for that."
"Matt, I do want this. More than anything. I want you; I love you. Just... go slowly."
"Since it's your first time, you might want some Vaseline or something. Any idea if you've got some? There are other things we can use if you don't have any."
Danny went off downstairs to find the Vaseline he reckoned his parents kept around for garden use. I climbed into his bed to wait for him. I didn't have to wait long. He came back bearing a jar of lube, and sat on the bed. I reached out a hand and stroked his thigh gently. He got up and pulled the covers off me, took some Vaseline on his fingers and spread it over my cock. The lube was cold, his hand warm, and his tight grip getting me so high. He gave me a few wanks to spread the Vaseline and then passed me the jar, presenting his ass to me. I started warming him up with one finger lubricated only with my spit. I pumped it in and out a few times, then pulled it out, tasted it, and added another finger. I repeated this, gently pushing my third finger in. I then pulled out again, and used two fingers to rub Vaseline all round his asshole, inside and out. I rubbed his right cheek gently, and told him to turn around. This was it. The culmination of my love for Danny, and his love for me. I told him to squat over my cock and then slowly extend his legs forward, holding himself up with his arms. I reached forward and found his asshole, positioned my cock by it, and told him to push down. After some brief resistance, my cock slid into him, and his ass cheeks came to rest on my body. His eyes were slightly glazed as he got used to his arse being invaded for the first time. He was effectively sitting on my hips, which was slightly painful for my cock, so I pulled him down a bit so he was leaning forward. He was so sexy, and for that night, he was mine: I couldn't ask for more. We stayed that way for a few minutes, neither of us moving much. I watched the steady motion of his chest with his breathing until he looked down at me, and nodded slightly. I rolled us over, with his help, so that he was looking up at me. I used one hand to hold myself up while the other caressed his cheek. He used the time to wrap his legs around my waist so that he was ready. Softly, he whispered,
"Go on." I could never deny him, and started my first out stroke, before pushing back in. I was going very slowly, just letting him get used to it. His arms wrapped around my back, hoisting him into a position that, though it made it hard to fuck, let him kiss my lips softly.
"I love you." He said.
"I love you too." I replied. He lay back on the bed, and moved his hands to my ass, tenderly squeezing my cheeks as I slowly upped the pace of my fucking. He let out a moan of contentment. I wished I could give his cock some stimulation, but I knew that I'd fall over if I tried to use my hands. My cock was certainly getting a lot of stimulation; his ass was so nice and tight around me. Suddenly, he shouted "fuck" so (rather conversely) I stopped fucking him.
"What?" I asked, "Are you hurt?"
"No, it's just... I don't know. You touched something. It felt like I was about to cum. Keep going." Seeing my look of concern, he added: "Don't worry, I love it."
I started again, slowly, but getting faster as Danny urged me on. Every so often he would grunt, and sometimes gasp or say "fuck" under his breath, so I guessed I'd hit his prostate again. I was getting close to cumming, and asked him, in or out.
"In," was his reply, "see if you can make me cum from it."
I started fucking him harder, trying to work out the exact spot I needed to hit. It didn't take long until I found it, and I tried to hit it as much as possible just before I came explosively in his ass. I tried to keep fucking as I came, Danny moaning under me, and just as I finished, his cock spurted its first stream of pearly cum over his chest, his eyes rolled upwards in surrender to the feelings. I waited until his cock was only dribbling before pulling out of his arse, and lying down on his chest. I stroked his cheek, and kissed his neck as his cum distributed itself over our chests, in a way sealing our love. His arms wrapped around my back, holding me gently. This was my dream, my new raison d'ˆtre, my love for him and his for me. We lay there for a long time, just enjoying being together in his bed, and finally that was how we fell asleep, safe in each other's arms.