My butt is sitting on the desk, my arms wrapped around Michael. Our lips have connected, sending fire up our bodies to our brains. My eyes are closed, embracing every movement of his mouth against mine. Pulling back, we both look at each other, an embrace that words cannot describe. I will do my best though to tell it though.
The blue of his eyes has softened, welcoming me into him with every blink he takes. No words have been said since my last statement, telling him of much I did to think of him with our `Love Constitution' and how it is still amendable. Not that they needed to be said anyways.
Michael still stands in front of me, a loving lust flowing out of the smile on his face. We move back into an embrace, him rubbing his fingers through my curls, first over my scalp in one single motion before moving back up to work each curl around his fingers. I move in for the back, grabbing onto the center. His tight shirt doesn't give much to grab but enough to pull me close.
Michael breaks off from my mouth, moving down to my shirt, kissing a line down to my neck bone. His hands move down from my hair, caressing my sides before running lines up my skin under my shirt. Completely enjoying every peck of his mouth, I moan out, lifting my hands up to the roof as he pulls off my shirt. He tosses my shirt away, focusing more on my body and every spot he can cover with his nips.
I go for his ear as he works around to the right side of my neck, nipping here and there at the skin. Tugging on his earlobe with my teeth, I exhale, blowing a slight puff of heat past his skin and through the interlacing of his locks.
His arms slither up my chest, each finger snaking out lines around my abs, before resting on my pecks. He starts to move towards my center section but I sneak out, playing coy with him. Moving to his bed, I lie down, leaving my legs wide open for him.
As he walks up to me, he wraps his legs over me then rests on top of me. Leaning down to me, he nips my lips, his teeth pulling my skin up. Releasing his grip on my lip, he moves to my mouth, his tongue invading, playing around with mine. Our senses explode as our tongues embrace their own love, their playful games of topping each other turning us both on even more.
I run the tips of my nails up his shirt, gently brushing his skin like a feather. The caressing of my nails encounter his tan body causes him to lean up, pulling off his own shirt. As I continue my exploration of his body, outlining his back shoulder bone, he makes it easier for me, leaning in to play with my right ear. Teething the top of my ear, he nibbles down the side, ending on the lobe, breathing heavily. "I've heard sex is amazing but this blows all of my expectations. I never knew it could be this hot."
Those lines flew up a red flag in my head, me moving my hands from his back to his chest, pressing him back a little. Michael moves back, sensing that something is wrong. I slide up from him, moving my body up his pillow and against the wall. A confused look has driven all sexual emotions from me. "What?"
Michael rests on my body, the wood that had grown in my pants dying down a little. After a few seconds of silence from him, I repeat my question, elaborating a little more on what I am asking about. "Are you a virgin?"
I have never taken someone's v-card so I am hoping he isn't. Everyone remembers their first time, their first blowjob, their first fucking be it topping or bottoming, and their first experience of cumming on another man. It is all memorabilia stuff that needs to be taken serious, at least in my book.
Michael moves down, kissing my nipples then to my lips before moving up a little. Changing his stance on me to lie prone, our snakes attempt to greet each other through the denim. "Does it matter if I am?" He asks in a very sultry voice. His arms glide under my armpits, grabbing my shoulders from behind.
"Michael, yea in a way it does. I have never taken anyone's virginity and it could be a big deal for you, as you'll always remember me as your first. I wanna know that you're ok with it." I say, resting there, my skin resting under his chest. He kicks off his socks, trying to interlace his toes with mine, but mine are still enclosed by my socks.
Michael, having rested his head on my open chest, leans down to kiss it, then moves up to kiss my chin, and then peck my mouth. Moving his arms out from my shoulders, he rests them on my breasts before answering. Looking me deep into the eyes, Michael softly responds, "I trust you," pauses for a kiss, "whether or not this works," kisses again, "I know you care enough not to hurt me. But yes I am a virgin."
"Well now, that makes tonight very special for you." I grin playfully. "First things though, every move you make, I will repeat on you." I run my fingers through his hair, bringing my fingers around his ears and down his chin. Thumbing his chin, I bring my hands to my chest, interlacing the fingers on top of his.
Michael interlaces his fingers in mine, bringing them together into two webs, both of them traveling over my head to rest on the top of his pillow. Moving in to kiss me again, Michael unlaces his fingers, moving them down my body to my waist. After sharing saliva a few times, he leans up; scoots back down my legs, and then works to unclip my belt. Pulling it out, he drops it on the floor and moves down to nuzzle my crotch. "God it smells so good."
Watching him as he works to unbutton my jeans with his teeth, my penis stands on end, looking forward to meet its friend. Michael manages to undo the button, taking the zipper down with his teeth as well. Moving off to the side, Michael nestles his mouth against my boxers as he slowly slides my jeans down. My cock tries to peek its way through the slit in the fabric but Michael does it one better, pulling down the elastic with a single finger.
I work to kick off my jeans and boxers, Michael helping me along the way. Lying there almost nude for him, I finish the process by flicking off my socks. I simply stay there for him, letting him take in my body with every glance he makes. He moves his hands up my left leg, grabbing the other one as he approaches my waist. Thumbing a ring around the base of my cock, he looks at the beast, then up at me as if asking for permission to touch it. All I can do is smile as the first timer touches my flesh for the opening act of his sexual experience.
Moving the thumbs past the base, Michael travels up my cock with his right hand, outlining the veins with his index finger. "I knew mine was big but yours is massive." He plays around with the crown, running back and forth at the lowest part.
"It's different when you see another guy's, but when comparing the two, I am sure that you will have just as big of one." I comment as he moves in close, breathing slowly around the pole, as if deciding what all he wants to do with it.
Seeing him mouth the shaft for the first time is both entertaining and erotic. Starting with his mouth in an `O' he envelops the crown, tightening the circle to savor the pink tip. His tongue follows the slit down backside, him taking in more as his tongue reaches the actual shaft. I wriggle a little, giggling in a slight pain as he takes in more flesh. "Watch the teeth, oh please watch the teeth."
Michael withdrawals his teeth, using the rim of his mouth more. As he continues further down, about 4 inches in, he starts to hesitate on if he wants to take it in. There is no suction at the moment, OH GOD NEVERMIND THERE IT IS! Michael applies the force of his throat, sucking the four inches down before taking in a little more. Moving to a good five inches in, he wraps his right hand at the base then pulls back up slowly, taking his hand with him. Moving back down, his hand leads the way, directing the path back to base. There is a slight slurp from him as he releases his vacuum but it is instantly reapplied before I can really notice.
Moving up and down, his tongue outlines my veins while his hand moves in a circular fashion, pistioning my rod in a smooth manner. The saliva from his mouth makes for a great lubricant for his hand, allowing for easy pumping motions. While he may be a first timer, I grab his shoulders, motioning for him to come back up to me.
Michael slides up my body, the friction of his chest rubbing against mine, fire erupting from every slide he makes. Our faces connect, his nose rubbing against mine, playing softly our lips graze each other, neither of us wanting to fully embrace each other, enjoying the rush too much. Still lying underneath him, I dig my fingers into his back as he start to thrust back and forth, egging on my body. After taking a few thrusts, I move my hands down his pants, squeezing his toned ass. Wrapping my hands around to his front, I manage to squeeze them in between our bodies, playfully stroking his wood.
Releasing my grip from him, I start to unbuckle him, working at the leather as he nips my neck. Realizing I am having trouble with him, Michael leans up, his full body shining in the light radiating over him. His full abs pack are showing off while he slowly unlaces his belt, taking his time as he pulls the belt from each loop of his pants.
While he taunts me with the seduction, I move my hands up his body, grabbing his pecks, slowly clawing my way down to his pants, unblocking the button that hold the rest of his body from me. Standing up in front of me, Michael tosses the strap to the side. I slide under him, pulling down his pants as I skim closer to his legs v'ing up from me. Michael rests a hand to the wall as I slip off the denim from his leg. Working down his leg on the other side, Michael stands up over me, his briefs the only thing stopping me from seeing him nude.
Kissing up his legs, switching from side to side, I lean up, my abs holding me in place as I take pleasure mouthing the bulge in his black underwear. There is a dampness already occurring in a slight corner, the precum working its way out. Pulling the linen down, Michael stands in full glory over me, the full 6 inches full and thick. It is not overly thick but a great size that suits him well. Michael lifts off his leg again, kicking the cloth to the ground. Cupping his balls, I kiss the underside of him, working around the groin without actually touching it.
Moving more into a sitting position, I start to stroke the stiff stick, erupting a moan out of him. Moving it to a side, I kiss the top part of his groin, the pubic hair releasing pheromones with every smother I make. Finally, having waited long enough to work him, I take the tough pink penis into my mouth, pleasurably licking down it before actually swallowing it.
Not even taking it slow, I deep throat the entire flesh. Michael grows weak in the knees, having to use my head as a prop just to keep him up. His hands run through my hair, edging their way down to my back before working back up, helping me along with every motion I make on the sucking. Not wanting to get him too close to the orgasm, I stop, crawl out from him, and stand up, pressing him against the wall.
Granted standing up on a bed is a hard way to have sex but the moment our bodies connect, our wood forming a forest of bushes down south on us, our mouths an ocean of saliva, moving from one crevasse to the other, complete ecstasy with every nerve our fingers touch. "Oh god this feels so great." Michael sputters out as I kiss the nape of his neck. "I want you to fuck me Chris."
My hands grab his ass hard as he releases that statement, lifting him up off the bed to the tip of his toes. Pulling back, I look at him, "Does Bryson have any condoms and lube?" Michael breaks out from my grip, not that it took much force, me looking forward to feeling the inside of his ass. Turning my back to the wall, I look out at him as he rummages through Bryson's drawers. His ass looks so hot, him bending over, revealing a smooth hole waiting to be opened.
Grabbing a condom out of the top drawer, Michael grins at me. Moving to his own drawer he takes out some lube, then slides back to me, dropping the items next to him as he takes in my cock, sucking the tip down to the base. Releasing a groan, I let him work for a few seconds, playing with his wavy hair in the process.
Pleasing as it was, Michael stops, allowing for me to drop down to him. "Lie on your back, I want to look at you while I do this." Michael moves back to his pillow, spreading his legs wide for me. Lifting them over my shoulders, I open the lube bottle, releasing a little of the liquid to my palm before smoothing it out over his ass. Fingering him a little open up the muscle, I start out gently, inserting my index finger first. My right hand explores his ass while my left works at pumping his cock.
Michael on the other hand, grips the sheets, a slight pain registering on his face about the intrusion to his rear. Before too long, I move in two fingers, spreading the muscle out to the sides, working the top of it, then the bottom, both sides. Kissing his chest, I lick his belly button, and then move up to his nipple. Sucking a little on tip, I lick the circle. Moving up to him, I kiss his lips, "You ready for this?"
"Fuck yea." Michael pleads with his eyes. I move back, unwrap the condom and roll it over. Pressing my tip to his crown, the top of my cock spazzes a little, eager to explore Michael.
"It will hurt at first, but I'll go slow." I purr to him, as I grab his legs. Kissing his right calf, I slowly begin to move in. The fingering had helped a lot, but there is still the pop of my tip that needs to work in. Popping his cherry is a slow process, but when I get it in, I leave it there for a few seconds. Michael groans a little before I continue. Working inch by inch, he starts to scream out in pain. I pause with each insertion, allowing for him to relax against me.
"Oh man, it burns but it feels soo good." Michael yelps out as I continue my trek. With every move in, he grips the sheets, his knuckles going white. Pausing almost all the way in, I lean down to him, kissing him on the lips. His legs wrap over his head, allowing for a greater entrance, but I don't move all the way in just yet. Our eyes connect, sharing our thoughts, emotions, feelings, connecting us to a 6th sense not normally felt.
My midsection moves in, smacking skin against skin, flush with his butt. My wood has penetrated all the way in, every vein throbbing inside him, every muscle vibrating against me. "I'm all in now." I whisper softly above him. Releasing his death grip from the sheets, he grabs my hair, pulling me down to embrace him. Our lips connect, me entering him from both ends: my tongue working speaking French to him, and my cock playing conqueror to his ass.
Moving out a little, I start to thrust against him, pressing my balls against him then pulling back. Even though I don't know where exactly it is, I know that with every shove my body makes, his prostate is exploding with nerves, sending signals to his brain of the immense pleasure that he is receiving.
I stroke him to the speed of my pumps, sometimes moving slow, other times slightly quicker. Our lips break off from each other, him pulling me down to him, every square inch of skin being united. Blowing past my ear, he starts to increase his puffs, a sign to me that he is about to reach climax soon.
Mixing between a fast pace, slapping him every second, to going for a slow deep press, I work as far back into him as I can get. His ass muscle has relaxed enough for me to get a deeper entrance, at times reaching points that I had not touched before. Scratching lines into my back, Michael starts to cry, "Oh god, please don't let this end!"
Feeling him squirm, I move to his mouth, pressing passionately against him, kissing the lips red hot. The hot juice flies out his cock, flowing between our bodies up to our midsections. Leaning up, I continue my plunges, propelling more cum to dribble out.
Even though he has climaxed I still fuck him, the high reaching his head, making him relaxed against the sheets. I feel myself start to get close, which he notices. "Let me swallow you. Please!" He implores to me.
Slowly pulling out, I pull off my condom. Michael leans up, the cum reversing its flow back down to his cock. Taking my shaft to his mouth, he starts to suck. Pumping his hand along with his mouth, he tastes my precum, following shortly with my juice. I do my best to warn him of the coming flood, but it doesn't help much.
Making a quick short thrust, I shoot into him, the hot lava burning his throat as he tries to keep up with the influx. Failing a little, he starts to gag, sending some white cream out from the edges of his mouth onto his chin. Cleaning up my mess, he finishes my dribble, licking the white sauce off. Leaning down to him in exhaustion, I lick his chin, concentrating my efforts with every stroke I make with my tongue.
Our bodies lay together, Michaels cum not wanting to let me go. I kiss him softly on the lips. He is starting to drop out, the high wearing off to a deep low. Brushing his hair, I peck his nose. Rolling off to the side, words are not said as we both start to fall asleep. He turns to his side, pulling me in close to spoon him. His hole is still wide open so for a few times my cock tries to make reentry but I stop it, moving further up.
When I fall asleep, my hands are clasped over his body, my right under his arm the other resting on top of his chest. He pulled the covers over us, interlacing our fingers when we both fall asleep.
The following morning we had switched our positions, me still facing away from the wall but him looking over to me. My arm was still under him but my left was resting on his back. Moving it down his cheek, he stirs from slumber, sleepy eyes greeting me. An early smile spreads across his face, happy to see me resting in front of him.
"How was it?" I purr to him softly, not wanting to speak too loudly and ruin the moment. Our legs are interlaced, limp penis's still sleeping. Moving my hands back and forth up his side, I peck him on the lips.
"It was great. I don't even know where to begin." Michael replies quietly, finding his breath after losing it last night. His right arm presses against my skin, rubbing my nipple with his thumb and middle finger.
Our sweet conversation is interrupted from the other side of the room as Bryson coughs. Leaning up to see him facing the wall, I hear him voice his opinion on our love making. "It was awkward. Coming in last night to see my roommate and another guy spooning... man it was weird." His sheets are being pulled tight to him, as if to secure his safety from our gay virus.
Retorting back to him, I shrug my shoulders, "Be glad it was me that was spooning Michael and not some random guy. At least you know he is in good hands." Michael pulls me back down, kissing me in the process.
"Yea, sure, whatever," Bryson comments to us, not shifting in his bed.
"Hey I need to go change before class starts." I move back from Michael, not wanting to leave but knowing that I need to. Moving down his body, I kiss a straight line down to his legs. "I'll see you in a bit." Winking to him, I gather my clothes and put them on.
Michael leans up on his pillow, watching me as I start to head out. "Don't be late."
Heading back to my room was almost a walk of shame, and it was tossed on me like cold water when Bryan and Zach ask where I was. My simple comment only eggs them on further. "I was with Michael making him a man."
Zach opens up first, a shocked look on his face. "That boy was a virgin? No way! He's too good looking not to have gotten some ass at least once." Both of them are still in their beds, sheets covering their bodies.
Shrugging my shoulders, I reply, "Yea it took me by surprise as well but I made sure he had a great first time." Grabbing my toiletries, I head out the door to the shower. I don't take long, as class is going to start soon. I also need to grab some food on the way there. Heading back into the room, "I would love to divulge more but I have to get to class. I'll tell you more at practice."
Grabbing some pastry thing out of the dining hall, it makes for a small snack, but doesn't last long as when I approach English my stomach is already fighting for more food. Michael has just turned the corner, eating a muffin. Not sure which to eye more, I shout out, "Food!"
Michael meets me halfway, handing me some of the muffin. Before I break into it, I peck him on the cheek. He makes a stronger move, kissing me on the lips. It is nothing too elaborate but enough to show the care. We both enter the class, and as much as we want to sit next to each other, I still sit at the front him in the back. Looking back at him while eating the muffin, I see him hold up the "Love Constitution", erupting a small laugh out of me.
The rest of the day goes by fast, me being handed an essay due in two weeks for history. After history I was able to get some more substantial food, a burger from the local campus café. The chicken lettuce wrap went down well, the first full meal since last night.
Practice was fun, a few of the guys asking how last night went. Apparently word had gotten around that I took Michael's virginity. I told them not to spread it too much, as it might embarrass Michael. Not going into too much detail, I did tell Bryan and Zach a little of what I did, some of our moves that we pulled.
Pike was happy that I worked things out, especially when I told him how Michael enjoyed the constitution. We did talk a little about Ally as well, as Pike wanted to take her out on a nice date, something special. I did my best to tell him of what she liked, how to surprise her and such. How much he was going to remember of it will impress me as I dumped a lot of information on him.
The last topic for practice though soured my day. Pike gathered everyone around to inform us about the tournament at Northridge. Thinking about playing against other teams brought Kyle to my mind, how I was going to react when seeing him for the first time.
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