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"Two Twinks and a Condom" by Zay de Parco
High school graduation is just around the corner, and Beanie and I are finally ready to go all the way after doing only oral stuff. Being the bottom supposedly hurts, so we did a coin toss: heads (top) or tails (bottom). I got tails, much to my nervousness.
We sneaked inside the empty high school building after paying a janitor for his silence, and he's respectful enough to wait outside while we do our thing. It's hard to get away with it at home. My parents and Beanie's, who know we're boyfriends, don't trust us sharing a bed. Right now, they think we're at the movie theater, watching a cute romcom, and since I borrowed the car, Mom wants me to get her some bread at the grocery store.
I do wonder what the janitor thinks about the awkward situation, though. Two skinny and feminine twinks going at it like cute bunnies? Well, stranger things have happened, and we unapologetically defy gay stereotypes.
Beanie and I are on the floor in our French classroom. We brought a big blanket because of the shitty carpet that burns after enough friction. The windowlight illuminates the classroom as it's beginning to sunset.
We have a small bottle of lube, and after shifting my gaze to Beanie's lower half---ugh, I'm so jealous!---I pray the condom won't break. To be fair, using protection probably isn't necessary because we haven't been with other guys. (Yet? I hope not!) We also got tested to prove we're negative for everything. Maybe we're just being paranoid, but it never hurts to be extra safe, right?
I'm on top of Beanie, facing him. Through the dimness of the windowlight, his silhouetted face beams with anticipation. He's still wearing a beanie while the rest of our clothes are off to the side. My nickname for him fits his short and cutie self, like me. In turn, he nicknamed me Fisher because of the hats I wear. Our Boys' Love-obsessed best friend, Belinda, ships us harder than a thirsty dick, with silly ship names like Beaner, Beanfish, Fishnie, and Fishnie Beans, depending on her mood.
I whimper as Beanie slowly starts sliding into me. Ugh, I'm so tight! I mean, obviously, since I'm a virgin, but I can feel the pain becoming a distraction. He'd better not complain when it's my turn to top with my laughable size compared to his.
Another slow push, and I'm whimpering again with pursed lips, forming fists. Fuck!
"You okay, Fisher?" Beanie asks in his sexy, gay voice that's a bit deeper than mine. He looks so hopeful that I'd feel guilty for not giving him what he's wanted for so long.
I just give him a curt nod, trying hard to withstand the pain. Doesn't it go away like many gay bottoms claim?
"You feel amazing, baby." Of course, it's easy for Beanie to say that since he's the top.
If only I could say the same. I can't believe he's really inside me, though. I'm clenching my teeth, trying harder to ignore the pain. Where the fuck is the promised pleasure!
Beanie coos me with sweet words, trying to make me feel better. I'll have to coo him, too, when it's his turn to bottom.
Ngh...okay, it's finally starting to feel good, kind of. I'm slowly riding Beanie like a cowboy, my hazel eyes locking with his green ones.
"Is it better now?" he asks, always attentive like the perfect boyfriend he is.
I give him a stronger smile and nod.
While still thrusting, he strokes my brown hair that's styled like his side-swept, blond hair. We're like pastel twins with different hats and clothes, but the same hairstyle.
Now, it feels like my world is changing forever with Beanie. I'll never forget this special moment, pain or no pain, and I wonder how it'll be when it's my turn to top him. I'm in no rush to top, though. In fact, it's feeling better and getting easier to ignore the pain. The longer I ride him, the lesser the pain. Finally, the pleasure comes in full force, and I suddenly don't want this moment to end.
"Good?" Beanie asks hopefully, looking so happy to have taken my virginity.
"Yeah. So good."
"Awesome. Same. Love it."
"I love you, Beanie."
"I love you, too, Fisher." Soon, he finishes inside the condom with a series of soft grunts, his eyes rolling back until he looks drunk with euphoria. What he feels is all because of me, and that turns me on so much.
Shortly afterward, I finish and make a big mess all over Beanie, moaning from my powerful release. Welp. Looks like the blanket has another use for the moment. Smiling, I collapse on him for a warm snuggle and some mindless loving, the two of us catching our breaths, me still on top of him in his skinny arms. So, this is what going all the way feels like. Definitely unforgettable.
A moment later, I pull Beanie out of me and feel gross and sloppy, but when I observe the broken condom, my jaw drops. How did I not realize it? Then again, why am I even worried when I trust my own boyfriend? We're both safe.
Beanie smirked. "Well, Fisher? Your mom did tell you to get bred."
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