Perfect Can't Endure - 8. Saturday

I opened my eyes, aware that I was feeling absolutely amazing but unaware of why. My brain began to recognise the images my eyes were sending it, and I realized Asher’s sweet lips were around my cock. I didn’t move, instead just enjoying the sensations, but Asher stopped for a minute.

“I know you’re awake,” he laughed. “You started humming.”

I moaned as he licked my throbbing erection, and I squeezed my eyes shut as his soft lips embraced the head. I felt the warm wetness of his mouth as his lips slid down my shaft, like a sauna for my most sensitive asset. He started humming when he was halfway down, and I gasped as the vibrations ran through my member. It took me a minute to realize that I was humming too, and he’d been harmonizing as a joke. I glared down at him, fighting to keep from going back to moaning in pleasure, and I saw the sparkle of laughter in his beautiful eyes. He could tell that I was incapable of being angry with him, now or any other time. I broke and gave him a happy smile, and he hummed again, doing it for my pleasure this time. I fought the urge to close my eyes and feel, and instead enjoyed the visual side of this. The corners of Asher’s mouth were turned up slightly, and the playful look was still in his eyes. His soft hair was dishevelled, and I reached down to gently brush his bangs off his forehead. His eyes sparkled again, with happiness this time, and he leaned into my hand slightly when I stroked the backs of my fingers across his cheek. I traced his jawline up behind his ear to his hair, and I ran my fingers through it, enjoying how soft it was. He gave me a tiny smile, and I felt even more arousal at how naughty he looked, smiling happily up at me while sucking my cock. He saw that he was turning me on, so he placed his hands on my hips, gliding them across my body. His touch sent shivers through me, and I moaned when his hands found their way to my nipples. He traced circles around them with his fingertips, decreasing the radius until he was millimetres from the first hint of pink color, and then he increased the size again, teasing me. My spine arched with ecstasy as he flicked a finger over one of my nubs unexpectedly, but he didn’t stop with his circling. I whimpered as he came closer again, and he hummed in delight, making me whimper again at the sensations he was giving my member.

“I’m gonna-” I cut off in another whimper as he stopped teasing and rubbed my nipples between his fingers. He rolled them slowly, and I writhed, trying to escape the unbearable amount of pleasure flooding into my brain. Asher had mercy, and his hands glided down across my abs to play with my balls. My breathing was getting shallow, so he slipped his hands under my ass, squeezing my cheeks passionately. I gasped, and he felt my body stiffen, so he massaged my ass as he sucked, eagerly anticipating my load. I didn’t keep him waiting, and he moaned happily as the first wave filled his mouth. I felt myself shooting endlessly into him, and he was doing his best to take it all. When I finally stopped, he crawled up to me until he could kiss my nipple. I put my hands on his round ass and pulled him further up so I could kiss him instead, his smooth skin gliding across my body. I closed my eyes as our lips touched, shutting out everything but gentle softness of his lips against mine. He pulled away after a second, and I opened my eyes. I noticed that some of my cum had leaked from the corner of his mouth, and I licked it off his face before speaking.

“What is it?” I asked softly. There’d been a reason that he pulled away from our kiss. My lips were as irresistible to him as his were to me, so he wouldn’t have stopped for just anything.

He looked away shyly, and I gave his cheek a kiss, getting a brief smile from him for it.

“I didn’t think you’d want to kiss me, after…”

He sounded uncomfortable. I took his chin, turning him slowly, and gave him a quick peck on the lips before smiling and kissing him for real, touching my tongue to his lips. He opened hesitantly, and I coaxed him out of his shyness. Soon, his tongue was dancing with mine, letting me know I’d convinced him more effectively than words could have. I pulled my tongue back, toning down the kiss, and then I pulled back entirely.

“I’ll always want to kiss you,” I promised, kissing his nose.

“I’ll always want to kiss you too,” he told me with a happy smile. “Unless you just ate Brussel sprouts,” he said, wrinkling his nose cutely. “I hate those.”

“I love you,” I said, kissing his nose again.

“Where did that come from?” He asked, pleasantly surprised.

“You’re just so adorable sometimes,” I explained, gently exploring his soft lips with my thumb. I felt his lips curving under my thumb, and he opened his mouth a little bit so I could feel more of his lips. I gladly accepted his invitation, running my thumb along the inside of his bottom lip, where it was more moist. He couldn’t stop smiling at my fascination with him, and he flicked out his tongue, touching my thumb, indulging me. I admired the light pink color of his tongue, and when he pulled it back into his mouth, offering to suck on my thumb, I gladly accepted his offer. His perfect lips closed around my thumb, and the arousal in his eyes as he watched me admire him turned me on even more. Asher loved when I admired him almost as much as I did. I let my thumb slip out of his mouth reluctantly and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

“Why do you like me watching you so much?” I asked curiously.

Asher smiled self-consciously. “You love to look at me, and it makes me feel like maybe I’m worth your attention,” he said, looking like he felt silly for saying it.

I looked at him, unable to even speak. He was so oblivious of how perfect of a person he really was, and it almost made me angry that nobody had corrected him yet.

“It’s me that’s lucky to have you,” I said, trying to keep my voice from sounding like I was talking to an idiot. “You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met, and not even a saint would deserve your love.”

Asher smiled, trying to change the topic. “Then it’s a good thing I don’t love a saint,” he said, kissing me. I forced myself to break away from his kiss.

“Asher, I’m not just saying this. The only thing wrong with you is your sense of self-worth.”

“OK,” he said. “If you say so.”

I frowned at him. “You’re a terrible liar.”

“No I’m not!” he protested. “You’re just good at reading me. I can lie perfectly well to anyone else, except my grandparents.”

“You’re not going to get me off topic,” I warned.

Asher grimaced playfully. “Damn. I’ll have to seduce you away from it, then.”

I shook my head, but he stared into my eyes and leaned in slowly. I tried to turn away, but his beautiful eyes broke my willpower, and I shivered as our lips touched gently. The light blue of his eyes was darker in the low light of the basement, and it made his eyes more intense than usual, drowning me in their depths. I touched my tongue to his lips, a gentle offer of more, and his perfect lips opened in acceptance. He shivered as my tongue touched his, and I realized that he wasn’t unaffected by my eyes. I tried to close them, but I couldn’t break away from his gaze.

Damnit! I thought. I needed to… umm… there was something!

It was too hard to think when he was doing this to me. He closed his mouth on my tongue, letting it slip out from between his lips.

“Asher…” I said, meaning to try to stop him, but it came out as more of a moan.

“I love you, Ben,” he said, and I realized that while I’d forgotten about what he’d been distracting me from, he’d forgotten he was distracting me at all. I managed to turn my head a little bit, and he placed a gentle kiss on the corner of my lips.

“Wait!” I managed to get out, and he let up for a second, looking into my eyes and wondering what was wrong.

“I can’t think with you looking at me like that,” I said, looking away. I tried to gather my thoughts, but he remembered before I did, and I felt his mouth on my neck, alternating between kisses and gentle bites. I squirmed as he kissed his way around my neck, trying to organise my mind, but his teeth felt delightful right above my collarbone.

“Asher…” I moaned again, too lost in the sensations to make my voice remember I was trying to protest.

“Mmm?” he asked, not taking his mouth from my neck.

I fought through the clouds of lust he’d breathed into my mind, managing to come up with something I vaguely remembered was important.

“You… You’re perfect…” I moaned, trying to form a complete sentence. “I love you.” I’d given up on thinking at this point. “This feels so good!”

I felt his teeth digging slightly into my skin, and I shivered at the feel of it as he ran his tongue over the patch of skin, tasting me.

Asher move on up my neck, laying kisses everywhere.

“What were you saying?” he asked teasingly.

“Umm…” I said, trying to think.

He kissed my Adam’s apple, and I whimpered as he gently bit the skin just beneath my chin.

“You… It was something about you,” I panted, trying to remember.

He kissed my chin, and then ran his tongue up to my lips. I whimpered again as he started nibbling on my lower lip, and I gave up on thinking entirely as he looked up at me through his eyelashes. He wasn’t even trying to be seductive right now, but it was sure as hell happening anyway. I moaned as he took his teeth away and traced the line of my mouth with his tongue, moisturizing my lips for me. My mouth opened for him without me consciously moving it, and his tongue slipped in. He kissed me, our passion growing, until I growled and flipped us over so he was on his back. I backed up so I could nibble on his tender pink nipple, and his moans drove me crazy for the main event. I caught his nipple between my teeth and pulled away gently, making him gasp.

“Oh, Ben!” he moaned as I took hold of his raging erection, backing up further so I could give it a kiss.

I licked from the base up to the head, and then licked up through the slit where a bead of precum had gathered. I looked up to find Asher watching me, his pupils dilated with lust, and I gave him a smile. His breathing got faster, so I ran my tongue over the head of his member again, making him whimper.

“I need you,” he said, breathless.

I couldn’t restrain myself enough to tease him, so I took him into my mouth immediately. Asher sighed in relief, and I slid my lips up and down his shaft, teasing the head with my tongue. He whimpered, and I felt his fingers tangle in my hair, making me even more aroused.

“You’re making me-” he cut off with a moan, and my mind filled in the blanks.

I slid my lips all the way down his shaft until my lips were pressed against his body, and he whimpered as I swallowed, making my throat convulse around him. His fingers tightened in my hair, and I rumbled happily deep in my chest, making the vibrations resonate through his cock. His moans were music to my ears as he began to shoot his load into my throat, and I swallowed again and again, stroking his cock with my throat. He obviously fought against the reflex to pull my face in closer, and his hips thrusted upwards before he could stop himself. I pressed my face into his body, doing it for him, and he whimpered again before he came down from his cloud.

“You didn’t need to…” he panted.

I pulled off his cock, teasing the last little bit of cum out.

“I don’t mind,” I told him. “Actually, I think I might like it rough. It really turns me on when you hold my hair like that.”

Asher laughed, delighted. “Do you want me to be rougher next time, then?” he asked.

I shrugged. “If we’re in the mood for it. I like slow, loving sex with you, too.”

Asher sat up, pulling me in for a passionate kiss. He wrapped his hand around my erection, but I took his hand off.

“We haven’t even had breakfast!” I protested. “I’m gonna feel like a slut if we keep doing this.”

Asher smiled lazily and kissed me again. “What’s so bad about that?” He asked.

I laughed, but got up anyway. “I’m starving, anyway,” I said. “I need to eat more than just your cum to survive.”

“We don’t know that,” Asher said. “We could always try.”

I smiled, but took his wrist and pulled him up anyway. I had to guide his hand away from my cock again, and he leaned in to kiss me, but I finally managed to break away, laughing.

“I’ve already gotten most of my horniness out of my system,” I told him. “You’ll have to do better than that if you want to seduce me again.”

He started giving me the eyes, and I turned away. “That wasn’t a challenge,” I protested. “Let’s just go eat.”

He stepped up behind me, and I felt his cock slip in between my cheeks as he took my dick in his hands again. He started nibbling on my earlobe while he stroked me, and I moaned, relaxing in his arms.

“Asher…” I protested weakly. “Please?”

He gave my earlobe a kiss and let go of me, laughing.

“Just showing you you’re putty in my hands,” he joked.

I snorted. “As if I’m not aware of that,” I said, going into the closet to look for clothes. When I stepped back out carrying shorts for both of us, I found Asher watching me, contemplating. I walked up and stepped behind him, holding the two pairs of shorts up to his ass. I ran my hand over it, squeezing gently, and decided on the black and red pair of shorts. I handed them to him, smiling at the disappointed look on his face, and stepped into the other ones. He gave my ass a grope as I walked by, and I took his hand so he’d have something else to do.

“Why’re you so horny today?” I asked playfully, interlacing my fingers with his.

He pretended to think about it. “Hmm…” he said. “Maybe it’s because I have a beautiful boyfriend who walks around naked in front of me.”

I smiled, body-checking him lightly as we walked up the stairs, and he gave the back of my hand a kiss, his eyes dancing with amusement. We opened the door and walked into the kitchen, where Asher pushed me into a chair.

“I’ll make you breakfast,” he said.

“That didn’t sound like an offer,” I laughed.

He nodded. “It wasn’t,” he told me seriously. “It was a statement. I’m making your breakfast, and you’re making it up to me.”

I smiled. “Win-win situation for me,” I said, getting comfortable in the chair.

Asher smiled, not responding. He made blueberry pancakes, and Tommy came down when they were almost done.

“Wow,” he said. “Those smell good. Maybe Ben’s right to be dating you after all, Asher. Neither of us can cook for shit.”

Asher gave Tommy his best disapproving look, but he couldn’t hold it and we all ended up laughing as he threw the pancakes on plates.

“Well, I’d love to stay and eat down here, but I know what’s on the menu for dessert and I want no part of that,” Tommy said, taking his plate.

“Can you really afford to be picky?” Asher asked, relocating me from my comfy seat onto his comfier lap.

“Damn,” Tommy laughed. “I really need to learn to keep up. You guys fight dirty.”

Asher smiled at him from over my shoulder. “If our relationship is fair game, so is your lack of one,” he pointed out.

Tommy smirked. “Maybe I know something you guys don’t,” he said. “I’m single and filthy rich, whereas everybody else is married and middle class. I’m doing something right.”

“It doesn’t matter how rich you are if you can’t get ass when you want it,” I laughed, wiggling my hips on Asher’s lap to make my point.

“The lack of any suspicious brown boxes being delivered indicates that you two peasants aren’t getting any ass either,” Tommy said, in his best detective voice.

“We like it rough,” Asher said, keeping a straight face.

The incredulity and horror on Tommy’s face made us both burst out laughing, and he gave us the finger and walked upstairs, bringing his pancakes. He paused halfway up and turned back.

“Just so you realize, you fit in our family better than my brother,” he told Asher, trying not to laugh, and then went into his floor, leaving us to get nasty, or so he thought. He probably wasn’t going to be wrong, though.

“I’m not sure if that was an insult or not,” Asher joked. “You guys are warped.”

“I’m not the one who just told my boyfriend’s uncle we fuck bareback,” I pointed out.

Asher shrugged. “Tommy’s cool,” he said. “I don’t think of him as ‘my boyfriend’s uncle’ so much as just a friend.”

I laughed. “Well apparently you should be thinking of him as your uncle, now,” I told him.

Asher smiled happily. “I’m amazed at how accepting everyone’s been so far,” he said.

I wanted to ask what his parents would think, but I didn’t want to ruin his happy mood. Unfortunately, the same question seemed to occur to him, because his smile disappeared slowly. I gave him a kiss on the nose, letting him know I was here if he needed any support, but he just smiled at how I’d gotten syrup on him and stabbed a piece of a pancake with his fork, bringing it to my mouth. I took it, smiling as I chewed, and he cheered up as we fed each other breakfast. By the time we finished, both our faces were covered in sticky lip marks, and I’d managed to glue a blueberry to the end of his nose with syrup. We were kissing again when Tommy walked down with his plate.

“You guys have the weirdest fetishes,” he said, noticing the blueberry on Asher’s nose and the syrup all over our faces. I carefully bit it off, gently running my teeth along Asher’s nose and making him shiver.

“It’s not like we’re making a mess of the kitchen or anything,” I laughed. “You even got pancakes out of it. You should be glad of our fetishes.”

“Indulge all the fetishes you want if it’ll get me pancakes more often,” he laughed. “I’ll order you guys a banana suit or whatever the hell works for you.”

“I’ve always wanted to have sex in a pool of Jell-O,” Asher considered, keeping a straight face.

Tommy shook his head. “Sorry. You’d need more than pancakes to earn that.”

“I can cook lobster,” Asher suggested. “My family’s from PEI.”

Tommy grinned, talking to me. “He’s a keeper,” he told me. “The pool will be ready in a week,” he said, talking to Asher again.

“You must like lobster a lot,” Asher laughed.

“You don’t even know,” I told him. “He loves it.”

Tommy nodded. “I was prepared to outfit your entire sex dungeon, but the deal’s done now. I’ll have some lobster here for tomorrow. Tell me if you need any other ingredients.” Tommy turned and walked back upstairs, his business done.

“Was he kidding?” Asher asked me, unsure.

I considered for a minute. And then another. “Umm…” I said. “I don’t think so. I hope you’ll actually enjoy this, because he’s not gonna let you get out of it now.”

Asher laughed. “He’s insane,” he said, smiling happily. “We should probably go tell him we don’t need the pool before he orders it.”

“We don’t need it?” I asked, pretending to be surprised.

“Hey, if you want to I’m in,” Asher laughed. “I just think it’d be… squishy. And weird.”

I grinned. “I’ll be fine without that particular experience,” I said. “Let’s let him order it anyway, though.”

“Why?” Asher asked, surprised.

I smirked. “We can invite everyone over and go swimming in it, and then when Tommy sees the evidence he’ll be terrified of what he’ll walk in on next time he comes into the kitchen. It might just shut him up about yesterday.”

Asher laughed and gave me another kiss on the nose. “You’re a cruel bastard,” he told me appreciatively.

“I try,” I told him, leaning back and nestling into him. He put his arms around me, resting his hands on my abs.

“You’re getting syrup on me,” I informed him.

I felt him shrug behind me. “I’ll lick it off,” he said.

I wiggled my butt, teasing his rising cock. “Don’t ruin my shorts,” I warned. “Anything else is fair game.”

I didn’t need to see Asher to envision his smile. “Let’s go swimming,” he suggested. “At the island. Those shorts are coming off.”

I rocked my hips back and forth, sliding his almost-full erection in between my cheeks. “Are you sure we can wait?” I asked, continuing to rock my hips. He whimpered, and put his hands on my hips, just above my shorts. He picked me up off his lap and set me on my feet beside him. I glared at him indignantly, but he just smiled and kissed me. I kissed him back, smiling again already.

He took my hand, the sticky maple syrup gluing us together, and we walked out to the lake, bringing Bear with us. We swam out to the island, not wanting to get any of the boats sticky, and climbed onto shore. We jogged to the other end, and jumped off the cliff, swimming into the cave. We stayed in the vertical tunnel, washing each other off, until we were both clean. Then, we climbed out and went into the cavern. It was dimmer than I remembered, and we laughed as we looked around.

“It looks like candle light,” Asher remarked. “It’s romantic.”

I smiled. “Let’s be romantic, then,” I suggested. “This can be our first date.”

Asher checked a watch that didn’t exist. “I think I have about ten minutes in me before I’ll end up blowing you again,” he estimated.

I smiled, sitting down against the wall and pulling him down next to me. “Let’s make it good, then.”

Asher nodded, looking happy as he snuggled close to me. I put my arm around his shoulders, and he put his around my waist. I held his left hand with my right, and I considered how lucky I was to have pulled him down on this side of me. I didn’t want him holding my left hand, because he’d notice the scabs are worse than he’d thought.

“I feel so safe when you hold me,” Asher confided, interrupting my thoughts by snuggling as close as he could get to me.

I smiled and placed a gentle kiss on his head, keeping my lips in his hair as I enjoyed how he smelled.

“I feel so protective when you let me hold you,” I replied, pressing my lips against his head again so he could feel my smile.

“You can hold me whenever you want,” Asher told me happily. “I love the feel of your arms around me almost as much as I love the feel of you on top of me.”

“It didn’t take us long to get past ‘romantic’,” I joked.

“What about a nice romantic massage, then?” Asher asked.

“Do you want me to massage you, or the other way around?” I asked.

Asher grinned. “Take your shorts off and lie on your front.”

I obeyed, and I felt Asher’s soft skin against mine as he perched on my ass and started to massage my back gently. I relaxed as his strong fingers dug into my muscles, and Asher was obviously enjoying himself, from the approving noises he was making when he got to feel my muscles. I felt a hazy fog over my mind, and my eyes wouldn’t seem to open further than halfway. I was feeling overwhelmingly content, but somewhere in the back of my mind I was aware of a glowing happiness. The fog lifted a little bit when Asher got off my butt so he could massage it too, and the arousal drove it away pretty quickly. Asher’s fingers felt amazing, squeezing and digging into my ass. He was avoiding my hole, but only because of how I would involuntarily stiffen when he came near it. He reluctantly moved on from my ass when he had no more excuses to linger, and I enjoyed his massage on my legs and feet, until he flipped me over.

I lay there, watching him and feeling utterly content, my eyes heavy lidded. He crawled closer to me, trailing his right hand up my leg before letting it dance across my member, waking me up a bit more. When he put his hand next to my head, I looked up at him, matching the love in his eyes as his hand slid gently up my chest to rest between my pecs. He rubbed small circles, relaxing me even more, and I let my eyes drift shut as he leaned in slowly. I opened my mouth for him, ready to give him anything he wanted, and I felt the tip of his tongue touch mine. The soft, wet, warmth of his tongue touched my lip for a second, and I smiled as I stuck out my tongue further for him. Our tongues pressed together, and Asher leaned in, closing the last small gap between our lips. Our tongues danced gracefully as we kissed leisurely, full to the brim of love. I draped my arms around Asher’s neck, and our kiss became more passionate. I rolled us over gently, so Asher was lying on his back and I was on his stomach, and I pulled away to kiss his chin.

He smiled at me, and I slowly licked from his chin up his jaw to his ear. He laughed, but his laughter stopped when I started nibbling on his earlobe. I kissed back down to his chin with a small smile, and I gave him a peck on the lips before kissing the side of his neck. He shivered, enjoying it, and I nibbled on the one spot, making him writhe when my tongue touched him. He whimpered when I started nibbling again, and I ran my hand up and down his chest, easily feeling his six-pack. He moaned when I caressed one of his nipples, and I paid more attention to it, flicking and teasing it as I continued teething at his neck.

“Mmm, Ben,” he moaned, loving it. “You’re gonna give me a hickey.”

He sounded faintly worried by that last statement, so I let go of his neck.

“I already did,” I told him, kissing the mark.

“Shit,” he said, worried. “What are we gonna tell everyone?”

I kissed the mark again, and started nibbling on his chin.

“That you’re mine,” I said simply.

Asher moaned, loving the sound of that. “Then take me,” he begged breathlessly. “Make me yours. I want you, Ben.”

I smiled happily at him, giving him another kiss.

“I’ll start with your back,” I told him. “I’ll kiss you all over, and when I finally get to your member, you’ll whimper and moan every time I touch you.”

Asher moaned, wanting it. He rolled over, eager for me to start, and I joyfully started to lick and kiss all over his back. I moved downwards until I was at his waist, and then I thoroughly enjoyed his perfect round cheeks with my tongue and lips. It didn’t take long before he was wiggling in delight, and then I let my tongue dip into his crack. He shivered, and I ran my tongue down, teasingly closer to his hole. To my surprise, he didn’t flinch or anything, just continued his wiggling. I got closer and closer, but he loved it. I circled his hole a few times, giving him a chance to back out, but he never even seemed to realize we hadn’t done this before, so I let my tongue touch his sphincter. He writhed, moaning, so I wiggled my tongue experimentally. He gasped, arching his back, and he pushed his butt upwards, wanting me to continue. I felt myself smiling widely, and I pressed my tongue in, trying to get it through his tight sphincter. Every movement I made resulted in a whimper from him, and I decided that I knew where my favorite spot was. He was usually really responsive, but this was a whole other level. I pressed my tongue in deeper, earning another spasm and whimper from my boyfriend, and I wiggled it, watching how Asher writhed and moaned. I got more saliva on my tongue, and pushed it into him. I gave him my fingers to suck on while I did it, and he happily licked and sucked on my index and middle fingers, unknowingly lubricating them. He was far too out of it to think about what was going to happen, so I’d just take it slowly and stop if he got uncomfortable. I took my fingers back from his mouth reluctantly, and I pulled my tongue back, getting a disappointed whine from Asher. I touched the tip of my index finger to his sphincter, and he writhed even worse than before. I pushed it slowly forward, and he moaned, arching his spine so I’d push it in deeper. I continued, managing to get my second knuckle into his tight hole, and I marvelled at the warm velvet gripping and constricting around my finger. It felt absolutely amazing, and I could tell Asher loved it even more. I pumped my finger in and out of him, so incredibly turned on that I was doing this to my boyfriend, and Asher whimpered in delight. When he felt more relaxed, I pulled my finger farther out. Asher moaned, begging me to put it back, and I slipped the second finger in, pushing in slowly. He whimpered, but he pushed backwards against my hand, wanting me to go deeper. I pushed my fingers all the way in, and I started to pump them when he wiggled his hips. He lay there, panting and moaning, until he was looser.

“Ben,” he said, his voice filled with lust, making it even sexier. “I want you inside me. I want you to fuck my ass.”

I moaned just from the sound of that, and I positioned myself so my boner was in front of his face, and then I leaned over his head to start eating out his ass again while he sucked my cock. He couldn’t stop moaning, and it was making the blowjob even better than usual, but I pulled out when my cock was wet enough.

“How do you want me to do this?” I asked tentatively.

He rolled over onto his back, putting his legs around me. “I want to look into your eyes,” he panted. “I want to watch you while you fuck me.”

He could see what that did to me, and he loved it. I held his hips, positioning him carefully so he’d be comfortable, and then I pressed the tip of my cock to his ass. I didn’t push in at all, instead letting him get used to the feel.

“Are you sure you want this?” I asked.

“Fuck me!” he growled, digging his fingers into my ass to pull me into him.

I pressed forward obediently, and the head of my cock forced its way past his tight sphincter. I gasped, and it turned into a moan as his rectum clamped down on me, unused to intruders. He pulled me in further, whimpering in pain, and I braced myself, not letting him pull me in any more.

“I’m a quarter in,” I told him, leaning in to kiss him. “We can wait here until you get used to it.”

Asher shook his head. “Push it all in,” he said. “I want all of you inside me.”

He could tell I was hesitant because it would hurt him, so he pulled me in again. I gave in, and added a thrust to his pull, forcing myself all the way in.

He gasped, and he froze in place, looking like he was in serious pain.

“I’m so sorry!” I said, freezing. I knew enough to recognise that moving or trying to pull back out would be the wrong thing to do, but I had no idea what to do to help. I leaned in and kissed him, trying to take his mind off it. He pressed his tongue into my mouth, and I let him lead my tongue between our lips into his mouth. He closed his lips around it and began to suck, making me whimper with pleasure. His velvet ass was clutching my cock so hard it was almost painful, and now he was sucking on my tongue as well. I felt his teeth gently touch my tongue, holding it there so he could speak.

“Fuck me, Ben,” he pleaded. “I want to feel you moving inside me.”

I pulled my hips back, whimpering at the sensations my cock was sending me, and when I pressed back in it felt even better. Asher was moaning again, so I assumed he wasn’t in pain anymore, and I started thrusting in and out of him in long, slow strokes. He whimpered and let go of my tongue, looking into my eyes.

“You feel amazing in me,” he gasped. “I’ve never felt anything this good!”

I leaned in, kissing him again, and he held my eyes, wanting to see my arousal. I let go of his hips, moving one hand to his erection and one to his nipples. I alternated between his nipples, rolling, pinching, and rubbing them, and I stroked him with my other hand, matching the rhythm to my thrusts. Asher moaned each time my hips touched his ass, and I started to nibble on his lower lip as I pumped slowly in and out of Asher’s sweet warmth. Asher adjusted his hips, changing the angle I was thrusting at, and he suddenly gasped, his eyes shooting open. I stopped, terrified that I’d hurt him, but he pushed his hips against me.

“Please keep going!” he begged breathlessly. “That felt so good!”

I pushed back in, starting the slow rhythm again, and Asher whimpered.

“I think you found your prostate,” I joked, starting to nibble on his lip again.

He moaned in agreement, unable to form words, and I wiggled my hips, making him whimper again.

“Your ass is so tight,” I moaned, mumbling slightly around his lip. “It feels even better than it looks!”

“I feel so full with you inside me,” Asher whimpered, careful not to pull his lip from between my gentle teeth.

He gasped as I wiggled my hips again. “I’m gonna cum!” he cried.

I took my hand off his cock and his nipple, making him groan in frustration.

“It’s OK,” I panted, kissing him. “I won’t tease you for long, baby.”

Asher’s mouth opened as soon as my lips touched his, desperate for my kiss. I gladly indulged him, staring into his beautiful love-filled eyes. The lust raging behind the love that was plain on his face made me moan with arousal, and I felt him shiver, his insides convulsing around me, as he heard me. I moaned again, loving what the sound of my voice did to him, and I felt his rectum clutch my member. He gasped, and I thrust forward one last time, burying myself in him as we were both assaulted with tidal waves of pleasure crashing over our minds. I felt his entire body squeezing down on me, and I wasn’t sure who the whimpers filling the cave were from as I shot my load into his intestines. I collapsed onto his chest, still buried inside him, and I felt his cock spurting a few more waves of cum out between our chests. I could feel the warm liquid between us, and I kissed him passionately as it began to cool. He pulled back slightly, and I let our mouths close, making our kiss more innocent.

“You called me ‘baby’,” he mumbled wonderingly against my mouth, not pulling his lips from mine.

I blushed, and he pressed his lips against mine before breaking the kiss.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he said. “I like it.”

“It just sounds silly when I say it,” I told him, trying to stop flushing.

He kissed my nose. “No it doesn’t,” he protested. “It was cute. I like it.”

I pressed the tip of my nose to his, shaking my head slightly, giving him an eskimo kiss.

“If you like it, I’ll call you it more often,” I told him.

He shook his head. “I love it when you say my name,” he whispered sexily.

I pressed my lips to his ear, giving it a soft kiss. “I love you, Asher,” I whispered back.

He shivered, and I kissed his ear again before looking back at him and smiling happily.

“You’re so beautiful,” I told him.

“You’re just saying that so I’ll forgive you for that hickey, aren’t you?” he asked.

I smiled wider and kissed him again. “Yes,” I lied.

He kissed me back. “You’re not a very good liar,” he teased, knowing I wasn’t trying.

“I am sorry,” I said seriously. “I’ve got a shirt with a collar, so maybe that’ll hide it. You’ll look sexy in it, anyway.”

He smiled and kissed me. “It’s OK,” he said reassuringly. “I don’t want to hide it. I want everybody to know that I’m yours, and that you’re mine. I don’t want anybody trying to poach my private property,” he joked, kissing my nose.

“Do you really want everybody to know?” I asked.

He nodded. “If you don’t want to, I’ll hide it, but if you don’t mind then I want to be proud of you. I want to be able to kiss you whenever I want, and I want to show off my sexy boyfriend.”

I kissed him, smiling happily. “I’m yours,” I reminded him. “If you want people to know it, I’ll sit on your lap wherever we go. I’ll kiss you every chance I get. I’ll hold hands with you all the time. All you have to do is ask. Anything you want from me is yours.”

Asher looked happy, and he kissed me back. “I love you,” he informed me playfully, trying to be serious.

“What are you comfortable with, in public?” I asked.

Asher laughed. “Your cock is buried in my ass and you’re asking me if I’m comfortable holding hands?” he asked wryly.

I grinded my hips into his ass, pushing my cock in a bit deeper, and he moaned. “Yes,” I said calmly, pretending I hadn’t done anything.

He saw the game immediately, and he put on a straight face. “That seems-” he cut off abruptly as I wiggled my hips, and I saw how hard it was for him to not whimper. “like you’re a-” I did it again. “little bit late,” he finished, biting back a moan. He was bad at this game, and I loved it.

“I mean while we’re… in public,” I said, stumbling a little bit when he squeezed his rectum around my cock. I saw an opportunity to beat him, so I leaned forwards, looking into his eyes. I gently touched my forehead to his, pressing our noses together, and I raised my hand to stroke his cheek gently. He stared into my eyes, mesmerized, and he tilted his head slightly, pressing my hand against his face.

“Were you trying to say something?” I asked, carefully keeping all emotion out of my voice.

“Yes…” Asher said faintly, swallowing and not looking away from my eyes.

“What was it?” I asked, fighting to keep from letting his eyes distract me.

Asher opened his mouth, and I let my thumb slide onto his bottom lip, tracing it lightly. His breathing got shallower, and he closed his mouth, forgetting he’d been about to speak.

I let my thumb roam onto his upper lip, and he shivered.

“Will you kiss me?” he asked softly, begging with his eyes.

I let my thumb slide back along his cheek to his jaw, and then down to his chin, positioning him as I tilted my head. Our lips touched, and his eyes drifted shut as he enjoyed the sensations.

“You lose,” I whispered against his lips, not breaking out kiss.

“Then take your winnings,” he whispered back seductively, too aroused to care. I smiled in delight as my cock stiffened at the sound of his voice, ready for more already.

We made love for a while, and when I finally spent myself inside him again, he orgasmed without even touching himself. I lay on top of him as we caught our breath, and he sighed happily.

“I don’t want you to ever pull out of me,” he said. “I feel so complete.”

I gave him a peck on the lips, smiling. “We skipped lunch, and it’s almost dinner,” I said. “I’ll stay here for as long as you want, but I think hunger will chase us back to the house soon.”

Asher nodded regretfully. “It’ll be nice to mess with Tommy again,” he said, smiling faintly.

I kissed his perfect lips, and he sighed again, content.

“It’s so nice to just lay here with you, feeling you inside me,” he said, his eyelids drifting shut as he enjoyed the feeling. “It’s like sitting next to a bonfire. I can feel your love radiating through me, warming me up.”

“I thought you only got poetic when you’re high,” I teased gently.

He shrugged, giving me a small smile. “It worse when I’m high,” he laughed. “It’s a good thing that I’ll hopefully never be getting numbed with whatever that was again.”

I kissed his eyelids lovingly. “It was cute,” I told him. “I like it when you get poetic.”

“I think this is the peer pressure everybody warned me about,” Asher contemplated. “You’re trying to make me do drugs, aren’t you.” He didn’t make it a question, and I laughed quietly.

“I love you for you,” I snorted. “Why would I want anything to fuck with your mind?”

Asher shrugged. “Maybe you want me to be more poetic,” he suggested.

I gently touched my nose to his, looking into his eyes.

“If I asked you to be poetic right now, would you?” I asked, smiling.

Asher nodded, swallowing. “Anything,” he whispered. “Anything for you.”

I kissed him, and pulled back so I could admire him better.

“There,” I told him smugly. “If I wanted you to be poetic, that’s all I’d have to do.”

“You bastard,” he muttered. “You’re such a tease.”

I laughed. “I got it from you,” I told him, kissing his nose. “It was you that started this.”

The corner of his mouth twitched upwards, and I smiled at how cute he was.

“Let’s get to the house,” he suggested reluctantly. “I’m looking for a different type of ‘full’ than you can give me right now.”

I laughed, and gave him another kiss before pulling out. He groaned in disappointment, and I patted his ass reassuringly.

“I changed my mind,” he complained. “I feel so empty now. Food’s not worth it.”

I took his hand and helped him up, laughing at his complaining. I put my arm around his waist, enjoying being close to him as we walked to the tunnel. We jumped into the water and swam out of the cave, surfacing by the cliff and swimming to the beach. I sat in the shallow water, where it was only up to my shoulders, and Asher sat on my lap, facing me. He wrapped his legs around me and gave me a kiss. I ran my hands down his sides, stopping at his hips, and kissed him back. His eyes were dancing with amusement as his hands explored my back, and I realized we’d been trying to get back to the island. I moved my hands onto his ass, sliding two fingers up and down his crack, and I let them brush over his hole. He whimpered, so I brushed against his pucker again, smiling against his mouth. He wiggled his hips, and I pressed my fingers in easily, since he was already loosened up from before. He moaned into my mouth, and I savored the taste of his breath as I pumped my fingers in and out of his ass, cleaning out all my cum. I pulled my fingers out when he was clean, ignoring our erections, and Asher groaned in disappointment.

“We need to go eat,” I told him, giving him another kiss. “Let’s try to find our clothes.”

Asher stood and helped me up, and we walked out of the water, starting a scavenger hunt for our various garments. When we’d collected them all, we dressed and walked across the island to the other side, holding hands and idly talking about nothing in particular as we walked. When we reached the other shore, we called Bear and started swimming. He caught up pretty quickly, and we climbed up onto the dock and raced Bear to the house. He had to swim into shore, whereas we’d started running on the dock, so we beat him there. We fed him and then locked him out while we made dinner, since he was soaking.

I happily became Asher’s kitchen bitch, since he was the only one that knew how to cook anything, and together we made tacos, disdaining anything elaborate. Tommy came down when we were almost done, and he straightened, his face brightening, as he saw us in the kitchen.

“How do you always know when we’re here?” I asked, curious.

He laughed. “I don’t,” he said. “I just come down periodically to check for you.”

I snorted. “You need to learn how to cook for yourself, then,” I laughed.

Tommy smirked. “You don’t know anything more about it than me,” he pointed out.

“I don’t need to,” I replied smugly. “I have Asher.”

“And Asher has a hickey,” Tommy noticed. “This is why I don’t ask what you two do with your time.”

I blushed, but Asher smiled proudly, pressing his side against me to reassure me as he drained the grease into a cup.

“How are you guys going to hide that?” Tommy asked, curious.

“We’re not,” I said, kissing Asher’s cheek. “We don’t want to have to choose between avoiding everyone and being together.”

Tommy nodded seriously. “You know it’ll get out, right?” he asked us. “Once everybody here knows, someone will eventually let it slip to the wrong person, and you’ll be outed at home, too.”

I nodded, grimacing, and I saw Asher have the same response.

“We’ll be outed eventually anyway,” Asher rationalized. “It might take longer, but we wouldn’t be together as much in the end.”

Tommy nodded, looking a bit sad for us. “I’ll be here for you guys no matter what,” he promised. “If you need anything, just ask.”

“Thanks,” we said.

“We told my parents, too,” I added. “You don’t have to worry about hiding anything from them.”

“I don’t have to hide anything?” Tommy asked, intrigued, and I laughed.

“Maybe you should still hide a few things,” I corrected.

Tommy nodded. “I don’t think they’d like hearing about why I’m buying a kiddie pool and a huge amount of Jell-O.”

This time, neither Asher nor I blushed. We just smirked at him, and he shuddered.

“This lobster better be amazing,” he warned, and we laughed.

“It will be,” I promised. “Everything about Asher tastes good, and I don’t just mean his food.” I licked Asher’s cheek, and Tommy snorted.

“If I ever fall in love as bad as you two, I want one of you to smack me until I snap out of it,” he told us.

“It’s much more fun than it looks,” I assured him. “You won’t want us to interfere, trust me.”

“Yes I would,” Tommy laughed. “I don’t want to be that pathetic.”

“Too late,” Asher remarked, stirring the taco meat. “You’re a grown man who doesn’t know how to cook for himself.”

Tommy snorted. “I don’t need to cook for myself,” he said. “I’m happy eating pizza every day.”

“You don’t seem to mind when we make something different,” Asher commented, smiling over his shoulder at Tommy, who shrugged.

“I’d rather eat something else, but I have no problem with pizza all the time.”

“You’re gonna get fat,” Asher warned, turning back to the meat. “What are you going to do when we’re not here to cook for you?”

Tommy laughed. “I’m getting the hell out of here when you guys do,” he said. “I’m not sticking around while it’s cold. I’ll be in Africa, getting back to work with the charities.”

“I didn’t just mean when summer’s over,” Asher laughed. “What about when we’re done with school and we’re too busy working to visit often?”

“I was kinda thinking this would be your house at that point,” Tommy said. “I’m just here so I can spend some time with my nephews. When you guys are done school I’ll go back to travelling. I won’t really have any use for this place at that point.”

Tommy was looking out over the lake, so he missed the incredulous looks we both gave him. We snapped back to reality when the meat’s sizzling made a drop of grease jump onto my bare shoulder, making me yelp. Asher absentmindedly wiped it off with his thumb, waving his hand to cool the burning oil on his thumb while he stirred.

“You OK?” he asked me, concerned. I ignored him, grabbing his thumb and wiping the hot grease off it with a napkin. His thumb was already red, and I glared at him for hurting himself.

He snickered. “I guess that means you’re all right, then,” he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Why would you do that?” I demanded.

“What?” Tommy asked, worried, and I saw he’d run over when he’d heard me yelp. “Are you guys OK?”

“Yeah, we’re fine,” Asher answered, turning off the burner and draining the grease one last time. “Just a little grease burn. We should have been wearing shirts, but I was too lazy to go downstairs and get them.” He glanced at me and smiled. “I like seeing Ben shirtless too much, anyway.”

I snorted, and continued glaring at him so he’d answer my question.

“I’m the one that’s used to cooking,” Asher explained. “I should have made sure we were wearing shirts. You shouldn’t have to get burned ‘cause I was stupid.”

I laughed. “You don’t have to be used to cooking to realize bare skin near boiling liquid is a bad idea,” I told him. “You shouldn’t have to get burned either.”

Asher shrugged. “I get burned a lot,” he said. “I don’t really care anymore.”

“I care,” I told him. “Next time, just take the time to grab a napkin. I can handle a little burn.”

“Is this really what you two argue about?” Tommy asked, laughing.

“We’re not arguing,” I protested, hugging Asher from behind. “I just don’t want my baby to get hurt.”

“Pathetic,” Tommy coughed, pretending it was a real cough. “Sorry, what were you saying?” he asked innocently.

Asher turned his head slightly towards the fridge, and I gave him a squeeze to let him know I’d do it. I let go of him and walked over, opening the door.

“Cheese, lettuce, salsa, sour cream, and anything else you guys want on it,” Asher listed, and I grabbed everything and brought it to the table.

Asher brought the meat over, and Tommy got the taco shells out of the microwave. Tommy gave Asher and me a weird look when we sat right next to each other, but he shrugged when we didn’t take the bait.

“At least you’re not on each other’s laps this time,” he said.

I laughed. “It’d be too hard to eat,” I told him.

“We can’t really feed each other tacos,” Asher added.

“I’m surprised you didn’t try anyway,” Tommy laughed.

I shook my head. “We’d ruin our shorts, and Asher’s wearing my favorite pair.”

Tommy raised an eyebrow. “When have you ever cared about clothes?” he asked.

“I like them ‘cause they show off his ass,” I elaborated, and Tommy snorted.

“I bet he’s not wearing them much anyway, so why do you care if they get stained?” he asked.

Asher and I smiled at each other, not even blushing. “We still need to wear clothes around other people,” Asher explained.

“You’re not doing a very good job of it,” Tommy retorted, gesturing to our half-naked bodies.

“Jealous?” Asher asked, running his hand over my six-pack. “Just ‘cause you’re getting fat doesn’t mean we need to wear shirts.”

“I am not getting fat!” Tommy protested, offended. “I’m as fit as either of you.”

“Hit a nerve, did I?” Asher asked, smirking, and Tommy glared at him.

“I work too hard for this body to have it insulted,” he said.

“Don’t worry,” Asher laughed. “You’re not fat.” Tommy nodded. “Yet,” Asher snickered, looking meaningfully at how Tommy was reaching for his fifth taco.

“It doesn’t matter how much meat I eat,” Tommy told us, grinning. “It’ll still be less than the amount you put in your mouth.” He looked back and forth between Asher and me suggestively, and I laughed.

“You’re not wrong,” I admitted, giving Asher a kiss.

“Hey!” Asher protested. “I’m not the one that he should be talking to.”

I blushed, and Tommy made retching noises.

“No, he actually doesn’t have a gag reflex,” Asher said, deliberately misinterpreting Tommy. “He’s really good.”

“Ew.” Tommy said, putting down his taco. “I’m done eating now. Thanks a lot.”

“You’re welcome,” Asher said. “You were overeating, anyway.”

“Thanks for dinner, you little shit,” Tommy said, clearing his plate.

“Anytime, fatass,” Asher responded, laughing.

“My ass is muscular,” Tommy said, insulted. “If anyone here has a fat ass, it’s you.”

“Asher’s ass is NOT fat,” I interjected. “Trust me; I’m an expert on the subject. I’ve explored it extensively.”

“He has,” Asher agreed happily.

“You guys are nasty,” Tommy said, putting everything in the dishwasher. “I’ve learned much more about your sex lives than I’ve ever wanted to, tonight.”

“Then we’ll leave you with the dishes so you have some time to fantasize about it,” I told him, finishing my taco at the same time as Asher and clearing our plates.

“Eww!” Tommy said. “My nephews’ sex lives is the opposite of what I want to fantasize about!”

“So you want to fantasize about your niece’s lack of a sex life?” I joked.

“You have a sister?” Asher asked, surprised.

“No, it was a joke.” Tommy said. “A shitty one.”

“I got the joke,” Asher laughed. “I just wasn’t sure if he was kidding about you having a niece.”

“Why?” I asked, teasing. “Interested?”

Asher looked at me. “What do you think?” he asked wryly.

I thought back to how much he loved being fucked, and I laughed. “I guess that was a stupid question,” I said.

“Idiotic,” he agreed, smiling.

“Why do I feel like I just missed something significant?” Tommy asked.

“Because you’re not quite as stupid as you look,” I teased, helping Asher clear the toppings.

“Maybe it was my brain’s self defense mechanism to miss it,” Tommy suggested. “I’m gonna guess it was something I’d rather not know, anyway.”

“Correct,” Asher said, grinning.

“Mmkay,” Tommy said, finishing with the dishes. “I’m gonna go try to distract myself with work so I don’t accidentally figure it out.”

“That’d be good,” I said.

Tommy nodded, agreeing. “See you guys later,” he told us, walking upstairs.

“Maybe you should spend some time working out, instead of just working,” Asher called. “You could lose some of that flab!”

Tommy slammed the door behind him, and I laughed.

Asher grabbed my hand, and started pulling me downstairs as soon as the door closed. I pulled away and opened the front door, letting Bear in, and then let him take my hand again.

“Why’re you so eager?” I asked, laughing.

“I want to have sex with you again,” he said. “I only have one go left in me, and then I’m gonna fall asleep. Do you want me to hold off, or can you sleep too?”

“I’ll be able to sleep,” I told him, smiling.

“Good,” Asher said happily, “’cause I want you to fuck me now, not later.”

“Horny, are you?” I joked.

“A bit,” he said. “Mostly, I just want to feel you.”

I smiled, flattered, and Asher pulled me into our room and kissed me. I was faintly aware of spinning, but my world had shrunk to only include Asher and I. Far too soon, his lips parted from mine, and I felt myself falling as I realized where I was. He’d pushed me onto the bed, and I felt my back land on it as I watched Asher tearing off his clothes. He’d closed the door at some point, and Bear had probably gone to the living room to sleep on a couch. I stopped thinking about Bear as Asher’s boxers hit the floor, and he started stripping all my clothes off next. I helped, and soon I was naked too, lying on my back on the bed. Asher knelt in between my legs, and he put his arms over my thighs, pressing them against him as his hands rested on my hips. He leaned in and kissed the head of my erection, and I felt a moan slip from between my lips as I watched myself disappear into his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down on my shaft, and when he decided I was lubricated enough, he pulled off and stood up.

“Do you want me to give you a rimjob?” I asked, but he shook his head.

“I need you now,” he said. “I can’t wait any longer.”

He straddled my hips, facing me, and I admired his muscular chest as he positioned my member. I saw his abs rise as he took a deep breath, and then he forced himself down in one quick motion.

I gasped, and he whimpered in pain, but after another deep breath he started to move up and down, making me moan. The velvety embrace of his insides was almost too much, and I put my hands on his hips, meaning to slow him down. He put his hands on mine, patting them reassuringly, and then leaned down to kiss me, not slowing his tempo. I started to thrust up to meet him, since he obviously wanted to finish quickly, and he moaned in pleasure. I felt his hands on my nipples, and I slipped my hands back, gripping his ass. He moaned, and I let go with one hand, starting to stroke his erection instead. He straightened back up, throwing his head back as he rode me, and he put his hands on my thighs, supporting himself as he leaned back, angling himself so every thrust rubbed against his prostate. He shivered in delight, and I squeezed his ass again. I felt his erection throb in my hand at the same time that his ass clutched me, and I aimed his member towards my face, leaning as far in as I could and opening my mouth. The first blast of his cum splattered all over my face, and I only caught a bit on my tongue. I aimed better for the second one, and I caught most of it in my mouth. I looked up as the third wave of cum shot into my waiting mouth, and I saw Asher watching, turned on, as he orgasmed. The fourth blast landed more on my tongue, and I deliberately licked my lips, getting as much of it as I could, as Asher splashed a few more bursts onto my chest. His bobbing had slowed, so I thrusted faster to make up for it, and the way his ass kept squeezing me as he orgasmed brought me over the edge. I shot my load deep inside him, making him moan, and he leaned down to kiss me again before sitting up, pulling off my softening member. He pulled me up, resting my head on the pillows, and lay down in front of me, shifting his hips until he found the right angle and got my semi-hard cock at his entrance. He pushed back against me until I was fully inside him again, and I wrapped my arm around his chest, giving his hair a kiss.

“Goodnight, baby,” I whispered. “I love you.”

“I love you,” Asher mumbled, and fell asleep. My eyelids were starting to get heavy, so I followed after him, hugging him closer to me.

 

“I love you,” I whispered, one more time, and succumbed to my dreams.