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Breaking Quincy - 5. Chapter 5 - Finally Touching

This is the first chapter containing expliciate sex scene.

Breaking Quincy: Finally Touching


I could feel the pounding in my chest as my heart hammered away relentlessly. I brought my knees to my chest, curled up on Asher's bed. I was wearing his oversized XXL tee shirt, soft blue cotton that felt like a blanket over my skin. The night had been nice; we had stayed up late watching movies and laughing. Like old times. It was nice to be able to be his friend again.


There was tension, though. Every time our knees bumped or hands brushed, we'd blush and jerk back, me more than him. I think he did it on purpose, loving the nervous schoolgirl reaction it got from me. I must admit, Asher had me wrapped around his little finger. Every time he said my name or sent me a sideways glace, I'd feel the knot in my stomach tighten.


Now, here I was, laying alone in his bed. Asher was brushing is teeth in the other room. He had told me to make myself comfortable, but how was that possible? I had no idea what he had in mind. Cuddling? Fucking? Or would we even be sharing a bed?


Fucking. That idea rolled around in my head. There was no question, really, about who would bottom in case we did have sex. I was the lean whimpering blushing boy, Asher was all muscles and smirks and hotness. To be honest, the idea of Asher plowing into me sent shivers down my spine.


Just as I shuddered thinking about it, Asher walked into the room. He leaned against the doorframe, those amber eyes scanning over my body. I saw him chuckle, crossing arms over his chest.


"What's so funny?" I snapped, feeling instantly embarrassed. I hugged my knees tighter to my chest, feeling tiny in front of Asher.


The blond god laughed again, shaking his head. "You just look so damn cute in that big shirt!" That statement made my cheeks flush hard and I buried my face into a nearby pillow. I felt the mattress depress as Asher sat next to me. I trembled as he rested his large palm on the top of my head.


With a gentle touch, Asher started to massage my scalp, moving his fingers in firm circles, intertwining with my hair. I let out a soft gasp. The sensations of his hand in my hair sent little shocks of pleasure through my skin.


"Hey, Quincy…" Asher whispered in his silky voice. I lifted my head up to look at him, and his hand tightened in my hair. I yelped softly as he yanked me up, smashing my lips against his.


I gripped his sides tightly, clinging it his shirt as we kissed. Our chests pressed together, and I could feel his pounding heart against my own. I tugged him in closer, completely submitting my lips to his. Each touch of his tongue and press of his hips sent electricity through me. I clawed at his sides, softly whimpering.


My sounds must have excite him, because he rolled over on top of me, knees on either side of my waist. I could feel his hands grip my shirt and tug it up and over my head. I lay there, topless under his intense gaze. I grew shy and turned my head to the side, looking away. Asher instantly gripped my chin with his manly fingers, tugging my face and eyes back up.


For a moment, the world stopped as Asher and I stared at each other. I was completely vulnerable, my mind and body at his will. He reached down, fingers tentatively running over my thin, toned chest.


"I don't know what I'm doing…" Asher admitted bashfully, yet his fingers kept caressing my skin, sliding down the long length of my sides and hips. I recognized the nervous touch from the shower. That memory brought back a wave of pleasure, and I knew I was already hardening.


"Whatever you are doing, don't stop," I begged softly. This thumbs pressed against my hipbones, rubbing there for a moment before sliding up over my abs, dipping in the lines between them. I let out a shaky gasp as his fingers brushed over my nipples. His touch, his face, his blonde hair all left me dizzy and wanting- no, needing, more.


He sat up on his knees, still straddling me. I moved to lean up, my hips and legs trapped under him. I gently pressed his shirt up, eye level with the waistband of his pants. I kissed there at the exposed skin, my lips on fire as they touched the muscular lower abs of this golden haired god.


His fingers re-intertwined with my hair, holding my down tenderly, but firmly, against his waist. I groaned, overcome with passion at the feeling of pleasuring him. Asher looked down at me, fingers tightening. I could feel his hand shaking as he whispered: "Please, Quincy, I want you."


Those words drove me mad, and I couldn't help what my body did next. I attacked his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping in one fluid motion, tugging them down along with his briefs. The clothes hung around his thighs, me struggling to sit up more.


I suddenly found myself eye level with his semi-hard circumcised cock. It was large- must've been 9 inches hard. I was struck with fear. I had never done this before, but god I wanted to. I wanted to please him. I looked up at Asher for approval, and I got a nod in return.


My thin, long fingers reached up, wrapping around the base. I leaned forward, flicking my tongue over the red knob. I heard Asher let out a shaky moan, which sent waves of pleasure down my spine. It was the first cock I ever touched, and I wanted to keep touching it.


I wrapped my lips around his head, feeling his shaft harder under my fingers. He pressed my head down a bit, pushing his hips forward, gently forcing his cock further into my mouth. My blue eyes looked up at his, his cock buried between my lips.


"Oh god, Quincy, you look so sexy like that…" He pulled his hips away and pressed them forward again, thrusting a bit further down my mouth. . I gagged when his fully hard dick pressed to the back of my throat, and Asher quickly pulled his cock away.


I gasped for air, licking eagerly around his engorged head. I tongued at his slit, panting as I worshiped his cock. He held fast to my hair, moaning in pleasure as I worked at him. My tongue scaled the length of his shaft, kissing at his tight skin. He gently rocked his hips back and forth, sliding the hard shaft over my red lips, lost in his own pleasure.


Here I was, servicing my best friend, the muscular older Asher. He slowly thrust his hips back and forth, fucking my lips with care, and I could tell his was shaking with effort to control himself.


"Quince…" Asher murmured, and I pulled back, looking up at him as my hand pumped at his cock. He played with a strand of my brown hair, obviously deep in thought. "Can I… take you?"


Those words numbed me a bit. I had no idea how to respond. I opened my mouth, trying to find the words. In the end though, I closed my mouth, nodding up at Asher.


That must've been enough for him, for in an instant, he was on top of me. In a flash, my pans were yanked from my body, and I was completely naked, while Asher's shirt was still on, along with his pants around his knees. His lips attached my neck, sucking there hard. I could tell he was marking me as his. That notion made me want him all the more.


I whimpered as I felt his hand disappear between my legs. Oh my god. His hand was around my hard shaft, tugging at it with skill. I clawed at his back, hiding my face in his neck to stifle my moans. His touch was electrifying.


"Don't," Asher hissed seductively into my ear. "Let me hear you." He grasped my cock tighter, and I did let out a loud yelp, my entire body trembling.


He brought his fingers up, pressing two into my mouth. "Here," he whispered, his tongue running up the side of my ear, "Get these wet for me." I bobbed my head more than eagerly, groaning around his fingers, my tongue wrapping around them, coating them in wetness.


I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was lost in lost as he withdrew his fingers from my mouth. I pouted, not enjoying the empty feeling. That feeling didn't last, though. It wasn't long until I felt his finger against my tight ring of muscle. He massaged my hole for a moment, and I relaxed.


"Holy shi-" My breath my forced from my lungs as I felt his finger slip inside me. I gripped at his arms, shaking as a wave of new feelings and sensations worked there way through me. There was pain, of course, and it caused my to whimper and hide against in Asher's neck. There was also pleasure, because I felt myself whispering through my harsh breaths: "Don't stop…"


"I couldn't stop if I wanted to," Asher muttered, nuzzling into the top of my head. I groaned softly, my hands deathgripping his shirt. My breath caught in my throat as his finger started to move back and forth, pressing deep into my hole. I trembled against his chest, trying to steady my breathing. "You look so hot when you get all whimpery like that," the blond whispered against my scalp, pressing his finger extra deep inside me.


"Another… "I begged softly, my body shaking and craving more of this gorgeous boy's touch. "Another finger…" I looked up at him, my blue eyes wet and wanting, big with puppy love. I spread my legs wider, giving him more access to my body.


I didn't need to tell him twice. Soon, there were two fingers pressing their way inside me, stretching out my tight asshole. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out- The feeling of being so filled up sucked the hair out of me, and I found myself gasping. It wasn't long before Asher starting moving those two fingers in and out, slowly but firmly fucking me, my virgin ass struggle to accommodate the knew feelings. I winced in pain, and for a moment, Asher slowed, obviously concerned.


"Should we stop?" Asher asked, a ring of sadness in his voice. I could tell by how hard he was breathing that he wanted this. Wanted me.


I shook up head, pressing my face against him. "Don't stop… I want you inside me. I want to be yours."


I felt the muscular boy pause for a moment. I swear I could hear the gears in his head turning. In a moment, though, I felt the two fingers shove still deeper inside me, his lips dancing over my ears as he whispered, his voice husky and laced with lust: "You are mine."


That was it. I was completely at his mercy. My heart nearly leapt from my chest as I gasped. I turned around on the bed, resting my head against the blankets, ass up, presenting myself to him. I was panting, lost in the idea of offering my body to Asher. The blond swimmer reached forward, caressing the smooth, round globes of my ass. I could feel his hot breath against my cool skin, immediately covering every inch of my skin with goosebumps.


I heard shifting behind me, a large hand resting on hips. "Relax, Quincy, and take a deep breath…" I shut my eyes tight, trying to make my muscles relax. My eyes instantly flew open as I felt something thick, hard, and large force its way into me. He's inside me. The thought raced through my head over and over. And oh god, it hurt! I buried my face into Asher's duvet cover as he slowly, put firmly, pressed inside me. I felt like the air was being sucked from my lungs.


Asher's hips rested against my ass, and I knew he was fully inside me. His powerful hands caressed my back, his tender voice soothing me. He massaged my shoulders, whispering lovingly, "It's okay, Quince. Keep breathing for me…" I nodded furiously, doing my best to calm myself.


I was, needless to say, a mess. My entire body was trembling under Asher's touch, his cock buried deep inside me. There was pleasure and pain and shame and tenderness and- love? I finally calmed down, loosening my grip on the blankets.


Asher slowly pulled out half way before sinking back inside me. I whimpered at the first thrust, a jolt of something running through me. I wasn't sure what to call it, really, but I wanted it again. I got my wish. A few seconds later, Asher pulled out a bit further, pressing himself back inside a bit more quickly this time. I could feel is thrusting inside me pick up speed as my body loosened to accommodate him.


"You feel so- so good…" I heard him pant. His exasperated moan of pleasure made me melt, and I pressed my hips back against his crotch in time with his thrusts. I wanted to please him, and what's more, I wanted him to please me.


After a few minutes, we had gotten into a slow, steady rhythm of him pushing inside me, me pressing back against him. I could tell by the shaking in his hips that he was holding back for my sake. I wanted to do something to through him off, to soak him in pleasure. To make him want me even more.


Without warning, I flipped over to my back, my thin, toned body naked under him, him cock deep inside me. With half closed blue eyes and a quickly rising and falling chest, I gripped the blankets at my side and whispered in my most sultry voice, eyes locked on his brown ones: "Harder…"


That did it. Asher abandoned all control he had. He leapt on me, wrapping his arms around my tight waist, holding my down against my bed, slamming his lips to mine. He kissed me in the most intense, hottest passion I had ever felt. I could feel the hunger inside him swirl through my soul. He started thrusting wildly, his cock drilling my virgin asshole over and over, pounding into me.


I cried out, tipping my head back, clawing at his shirt. It felt so good, so real, so raw. My own cock lay hard against my abs, caught between us. "Don't…Stop…"I begged, as if there was even a slight chance of Asher stopping. He grabbed my hips, using them for leverage as he fucked me, taking me, making me his.


I was an incoherent blob of moans and whimpers, eyes shut tight, taking everything Asher was giving me. I reached down, tugging hard at my erect cock. "Clo..Close!" I managed to sputtered out, squirming like made under Asher's rock hard body. This only made him more desperate, and I could feel the slaps of his hips against my red ass.


My back arched up and everything went white, my body feeling weightless as I orgasmed, cumming hard between our chests. I struggled for air, gasping and groaning, completely lost in the overwhelming sensation of orgasming with a cock inside me.


All my muscles tightened as I came, and I could hear a muttered "Ohshit" from the boy inside me. In moments, I felt a thick, warm liquid fill me. My eyes opened at the perfect time. I was amazed by the image I saw before me: Asher was there, on his knees, cock shoved deep inside me, his bicepts and abs and pec muscles pulled tight as if sculpted by a Greek artist, his face beautifully contorted into a look of pure bliss, his golden hair shaggy and messy around his cheeks, dusted with a pink blush from effort.


We both collapsed in a panting, sweating, clinging ball onto his bed. His hand rested on my cheek, tenderly tipping my head up. He Eskimo kissed me softly, our noses rubbing together. "You okay?" He asked me, softening cock stilly inside me.


"Yes…" I responded. Was I okay? No. I was in heaven, here in Asher's arms. I was sleepy, and so was he. He peeled his wet shirt off and kicked his pants to the floor. I rolled over onto his chest, pecking at his muscles as we drifted to sleep.


I was just about to slip into slumber land when I heard Asher, my best friend since Elementary, the most gorgeous boy in the world, tell, not ask me: "You are my world, Quincy."

Copyright © 2011 ChaseRose; All Rights Reserved.
Stories posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental. Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you. 
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