Oscar - 4. Part 4

We all have those moments. Moments we wish lasted longer.

What happened next, on Adam’s bed is one of them: the split-second moment before his hot tongue sent ripples of ecstasy through my body.

It was the look in his eyes. The soft curve of his smile. The gentle dip in room volume as he took a breath and held it.

He was no longer just one half of a horny duo. He was that, certainly, but he was more. He was a social anomaly too. Accepted without judgement. He wasn’t just Adam, rugby captain and King of School. He was Adam, cock-sucker-soon-to-be-arse-rimmer.

And proud.

In a thump of a heartbeat, he was finally being himself and doing what he’d dreamt of. And I know now I was lucky to be a part of it.

But not at the time. I was oblivious to any deeper meaning. Both of us were: neither of us recognised any significance. We were kids. And, like I said, it wasn’t love between us.

It was freedom, and at that age, it’s too easy to take freedom for granted.

Ironic, seeing as, stuck in a town in the middle of an overcrowded island, with my hole winking up at a sexually frustrated, testosterone-fuelled rugby player, I was physically and psychologically far from free.

I was utterly dominated and I loved it.

Yanking my legs toward him he effortlessly pulled me down the bed, away from the headboard. The cotton of the sheets whispered as my back swept over it. He could have thrown me around like a rag doll if he’d wanted to.

Even if I resist he can.

Instead he wedged his hands under my knees and pushed my legs until the fronts of my thighs touched the bed alongside my torso. My calves folded towards him and locked his grips in place. He smiled and raised his eyebrows.

Impressed.

‘Is that all you’ve got?’ I said.

A devilish grin crept up into face and seeped into his eyes. I recognised it. He’d worn it pumping his cock down my throat.

His hold tightened. The veins on his arms swelled. He had more.

Relaxing my lower body, I let him compress me until my arse pointed to the ceiling. I clenched my hole as tight as I could. Even though I could scratch my head with my knees, I still needed to be as tight as possible.

The more you clench, the better it feels when his tongue pushes you open. And there’s aesthetics to think about.

‘Wow,’ he said.

In all fairness, I’d checked before leaving the house. One of the many advantages of having a mirror facing your bed is bending yourself over and pulling your cheeks apart to ensure you’re looking your best.

It’s a pity Adam doesn’t have one in here.

Straightening his legs out behind him, he lowered himself down in a push-up motion. His body weight shifted through me, straining the springs below us.

Lying flat on his stomach he held my legs in position. It was nothing for his humongous arms.

He lowered his head, showing off his thick, chestnut brown crown. My hole rose to meet him and his breath was warm against me. Chills shot over my skin.

He froze and looked up. His blue eyes piercing into mine. His lips quivering inches from my hole, served on a platter in front of him.

What now?

‘I’ve never done this before,’ he said.

I know.

‘It’s ok,’ I said gently. ‘Take your time. Enjoy yourself.’

Three seconds passed.

Patience, Oscar.

‘What does it taste like?’ he said.

If I didn’t know rolling my eyes would kill the mood they would have rolled out my head and onto the floor. Now’s not the time for a fucking Q&A. I was happy to keep this position for as long as necessary but it wasn’t for a heart to heart.

‘Like skin,’ I said.

‘Really?’

‘Sweaty skin. With a hint of metal,’ I said with a wink.

‘Metal?’

‘From all the blood vessels.’

‘Oh.’

I could tell he still didn’t understand: biology probably not his strongest subject at school. But I’d already lost patience. Instead, reaching up between my legs, I ran my fingers through his hair. Curled a few strands in my fingers and let them go. Then I ran the backs of my fingers down his smooth cheek.

‘Besides,’ I said, pinching his chin between my thumb and index finger. ‘It’s not just the taste, it’s the texture. It’s like eating pussy. But better.’

He nodded and his stare relaxed. He looked down again and I followed his eyes. They were taking me in. My hairless pecs. My fat-less folded abdomen. My hard cock almost poking me in the nipple. My balls hanging backwards. My legs spread. My hole.

Clunk-clunk went his head cogs. Decision made.

And what a decision. Considering the false start, I assumed he would be like most rimming virgins. Slow and careful; kissing and licking the peripheral; slyly breathing as much scent and tasting as much flavour as possible to discern the terrifying, new territory. But not Adam

Finally convinced, he lived up to his moniker of king and went for glory.

His large, flat tongue squashed strong against me and ran from the tip of my tail bone up, over my hole, to the bottom of my rigid cock. My body, pinned firmly down, still managed to roll as a wave of ecstasy undulated towards my head, cracking vertebrae on the way.

My head thumped into the doughy white of his pillow. Blood rushed to my hole and my cock. The room, hazy and grey from our smoke, span a full three-sixty as my crack tingled hot to suddenly cold. He’d pulled back: millions of his saliva molecules evaporating away my body heat into the air.

I watched him, down, past my contorted body. He was looking at me. Now his eyes flickered with excitement, and behind closed lips, his tongue moved through his mouth.

He was tasting me. Like wine. He swallowed.

‘Well?’ I said.

‘Well what?’ he said still smirking.

I said nothing. I had no point to prove.

I always taste good.

Arching my neck, I put my hands behind my head. He matched my speed. As the backs of my hands met his pillow, his tongue met the constricted walls of my hole.

Like bare wires touching, each tightly packed bundle of nerve fibres jolted into action, firing a loud moan into my stomach, through my lungs and into the room.

Finally able to unclench, I fully surrendered. One-hundred percent malleable my knees pushed a final inch into the bed and his tongue drove inside of me.

Every hair on my arms and legs stood on end. His hands clasped tighter above, or from that angle, below my knees. He moaned into me and my cock shuddered. Pre-cum dribbled onto myself, squeezed out by his vibrations.

I closed my eyes as he forced me open again and again. Darkness descended and my other senses took over. My breath grew heavier, taking in the sweet saltiness of our bodies. Visions of him doing everything I could imagine danced through my mind to the rhythm and sounds of his hot, wet muscle.

For how long he spread me open and ate my arse I have no idea. I fell into a sexual blackout. All I know is he took my advice. He took his time and enjoyed himself. Didn’t waste a second.

He pressed and prodded and probed, licking and kissing and slurping between my cheeks. Eventually he moved his hands down, sweeping his thumbs over and under so he could hold me open wider. Cool air tickled my insides as my hole gaped open for a second before he plugged me with his tongue again.

‘Oh god,’ I croaked, unable to stifle praise for the present. ‘Oh my fucking god.’

Reaching out in the blackness, I found the back of his head and pulled him into me harder. I opened my eyes. To watch. But the sting of lamplight slammed them shut again. Shielding my vision with my other arm I fixed my aching retinas on him.

He was stunning. It all was. My own biceps and triceps bulging as I held him down. His fingers digging into my thighs either side of my crotch. His nose squashed into the base of my cock. The tops of his wet cheeks glistening.

I couldn’t see his lips but I could tell he was smiling. I saw it in his eyes, staring at me over the ridge of my gooch.

Everything is going to plan.

Letting go of his head I put both hands on his shoulders and gave them a deep squeeze. His muscles were knotted and he reacted exactly how I’d expected a sportsman accustom to remedial massage, legitimate or not, would.

He stopped eating, his jaw hung and then a long, deep breath blasted over me as he savoured the release.

‘I thought you said don’t stop,’ he said, speaking into my hole.

‘I have an idea.’

He looked up. He liked my ideas.

I tapped his wrist with my knuckle twice. Time to let go. With one last push, he propelled himself backwards and up to kneeling.

Unfolding and straightening my legs I stretched before rolling up to sitting. He watched me, naked, shuffle towards the headboard. I watched him. His wide chest rose and fell. His hairless but powerful abs shimmered slightly with sweat. His cock tented his tracksuit trousers. He wiped his mouth and I laughed.

‘What?’ he said.

I looked down. At his tent.

‘Those are a bit pointless, don’t you think?’ I said.

‘Any excuse to get me naked.’

Leap frogging up he stood his entire six feet six inches. Still watching me he finished undressing. Peeling the stretchy grey fabric down, he released his cock.

Now mouth-level it bounced. Up and down, jutting from a flawlessly defined groin. He rolled off his white sport socks one by one.

Everything about him was proportionate. His body was basically perfect. His cock was perfect. Sweet wafts of my dried spit mixed with his load reached my nostrils and my mouth watered. I wanted to wrap my lips around him again. Feel my throat stretch.

But it’s my other hole’s turn.

‘I want you to fuck me,’ I said.

His grin reappeared.

‘But not here,’ I said.

‘Why? What’s wrong with here?’

Rocking myself forward I sat on the edge of the bed. He didn’t move.

‘I want to watch.’

He made a confused face.

‘What, like, film it?’ he said.

I kissed his cock. So stupid.

‘Not quite,’ I said.

‘Then what?’

I kissed him a second time. So adorable.

‘How do you think?’ I said.

It took two seconds. One: his brow unfurrowed. Two: his eyes brightened.

‘Naughty,’ he said.

‘That’s my middle name.’

‘There’s one in my parents’ room.’

‘How big?’

‘Massive.’

‘When do they get back?’

‘Tomorrow night.’

I kissed him a third time.

‘Excellent,’ I said.

‘There’s one in the living room too.’

‘Which is closer?’

‘Parents’.’

I looked at his bedside table.

‘I’m guessing they don’t use condoms?’ I said.

‘Gross.’

‘Sorry, but you’re not fucking me raw.’

‘Why not?’

‘You’re just not, alright?’

He opened his mouth to speak but stopped. He knew there was no point in pushing it. Instead he reached down, opened the bedside table and pulled out a strip of blue metallic packets. XXL was printed above the brand in bold, white letters.

‘I’ve got lube too,’ he said.

Reaching behind my back I wiped my middle finger between my cheeks and lifted it up to him. Gooey, it glinted in the light.

‘I think we’re good for lube,’ I said.

He smirked, bent over and sucked my finger clean.

‘You have an answer for everything, don’t you?’

It was my turn to flash an evil grin.

‘Not everything,’ I said.

‘Oh yeah. What don’t you know?’

‘Plenty.’

‘Like what?’

Standing I looked deep into his eyes. Taking one of his hands I placed it on my arse. His fingers slipped between my cheeks and rested against my hole. Standing on tip toes I kissed him.

‘I don’t know where your parents’ room is.’