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Lov, Willie
Part 14
I began to get drowsy, quite naturally, but I didn't really want our big night to be over yet. My hand played lazily with his lasting hard-on.
"Are you falling asleep?" he asked.
"No..." I answered, trying to jerk myself awake again, "I was wondering..."
"What?"
"Why were you hurting? Do I hurt you?"
"Yes." I was shocked. Did I hurt my Charlie?
"Why?" He hugged me closer.
"I love you."
"Oh, you do?" That was new. "I love you too. But, won't you answer my question?"
"I already did. You hurt me because I love you." This was all too cryptic for me to understand, but he didn't sound like he expected me to. So I just lay there, close to him, one hand trailing through his hair, the other playing with the hair in his crotch.
After a while I realised I had gone from drowsily tracing skin to rather serious tugging. I was beginning to get harder again myself, too.
"You've still got a hard on," I remarked.
"Yes. What would you like to do with it?" I chuckled. Typical for Charlie to taunt me with a question like that.
"I'd like to, em," I pulled my face close to his ear, but waited before I went on; "I'd like to feel it inside me."
"Really?" he asked, after an awkward pause, "is that really what you want?" It sounded like he really couldn't imagine I should want something like that. But I had fantasized about it long enough to know it was what I really wanted.
"Yes! That's what I want. And it won't hurt, Charlie, if you just be careful," I told him, lifting up my head to look at his face. I rolled on top of him, our noses almost touching. "Please, Charlie, let's try. I'll tell you if it hurts, promise. But I really think I'll like it, and you too." We kissed. I did not understand why he was so opposed to this idea, but I felt like I had won him over. And I was right.
"Well, if you are really sure that you want this,"
"I am. I do."
"then, I suppose..."
"Ok, let's go!" I jumped up from the bed and pulled out a little flask from the bottom drawer. He stared at his, his nose wrinkled up.
"Your parents use this?" I laughed.
"Of course not, you silly. I bought it. For tonight."
"You... prepared for this?" I nodded, crawling back under the blankets.
"I even tried it out, by myself. You know, put some of that stuff on my fingers, and, had a feel..."
"Oh, my God," he said disgusted, "You mean you... poked your own ass with your fingers?" I nodded enthusiastically.
"It feels kinda cool. You want me to do it with you?"
"Eh, yeah, maybe later, ok?"
"Is that why you didn't wanna do it, cause it's gross?" He suddenly cast down his eyes.
"One of the reasons." Not the only one. He quickly went on, "Well, let's do it. You, you wanna lay on your stomach?"
I rolled onto my stomach, with my legs spread and a pillow propped up under my shoulders. I tried not to start laughing when Charlie carefully touched my bottom, but I was so nervous I had to. I told him he had to open me up first, with his fingers.
"Er, ok..." He still wasn't completely comfortable with this idea, but soon he was busy kneading my cheeks and sliding a nail down the crack every now and then. I tried to relax, as I knew I should, but I was so nervously exited, or excitedly nervous, that simply relaxing my muscles seemed as impossible as stopping my own idiotic giggling.
Charlie had put some lube on his fingers and was circling and poking my hole when he suddenly stopped. I tried to look at him but couldn't turn my head far enough.
"Eddy, I just remembered, er, I brought condoms." I laughed again, and he did too, only he sounded much more embarrassed.
"Bit late, huh?"
"Yeah, but I thought maybe, if we're... I'll put one on if you want me to. I think it might be better." I turned onto my side to look at him, and was surprised at what I saw. Maybe it was because he was naked, and wasn't wearing his glasses, but he looked to me more vulnerable and confused than I had ever seen him. He pulled his hair back from his eyes and looked at me. "You want me to use a condom?" he asked. I didn't know what to say. I didn't really care, but on the other hand, I didn't really know where he had been.
"I don't care," I told him, while I turned back onto my stomach. "You can decide." Easy decision for him; I was practically a virgin.
"I'll just put one on," he said, as nonchalantly as he could. They were in his pocket, and I looked at him while he took them out. "Maybe it'll, erm, make things run a little... smoother." That was bullshit, I couldn't help smiling. It didn't matter though. I knew what it meant. It meant he cared for me. I was lying on my back now, and he told me not to turn over. "This way I can see your face."
I lifted my legs and he went back to teasing and tickling my butthole, slowly rebuilding the excitement. Another great advantage of our new position was that we could reach my dick now, too, and soon I was as hard as he was.
"Are you ready?" he asked. I nodded. I was. I could relax now, while still being exited. And I was impatient.
"Do it," I told him. "Now." He put on the condom, and the lube, and bent my legs back all the way, until his face was close to mine. He kissed me, and while his lips were still locked to mine, I felt the tip already pushing against my sphincter.
He entered me carefully, guiding himself with his hand. It was very strange to feel how easily I opened for him, how smoothly he slid in. He stopped when only the head was in, and looked up to my face.
"Are you all right?"
"Yes, how are you?" He smiled.
"This feels kinda great, actually."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. You... It doesn't hurt?" I shook my head. Not at all. It felt funny, but didn't hurt.
"No, you can go, further in." He pushed in slowly, but steadily, deeper and deeper, until I felt like he must be halfway up my stomach. Finally I felt his hips press against mine. I opened my eyes, his face looked blank, his eyes glazed over. I thought he was going to come and tried to encourage him. I pulled his face closer to mine and used the muscles that surrounded his dick, though I wasn't sure if he would be able to feel that.
"NO," he muttered, and squeezed his eyes shut, "not yet!" For a moment, neither of us moved, he was trying hard not to come, and I was trying to make him. He won, sighed deeply and then kissed me again.
"Go on then," I said. He began to move slowly, only rocking lightly at first, then moving more, in and out until he was, what you call, fucking me. I know I was smiling, I must have been smiling. It felt so great... He smiled too, sometimes. And then he frowned, or grimaced, and smiled again. It was a pleasure just to look at him.
"Eddy, this feels so good," he told me, "so hot, and... Oh!" He was coming. I could feel it, in every muscle, every piece of skin that touched mine. I whispered,
"Yes!" just before he rammed in as deep as possible, groaning loudly. I could feel it, feel him explode inside me. I felt so great I thought I would explode, or faint, or something. He lay on top of me with all his weight now, exhausted. I could feel the sweat on his skin, could smell it even. Not unpleasant.
"Eddy, that was great," he whispered. I sighed.
"I know." He came back to life and hugged me, my legs wrapped around his waist, his head on my shoulder.
"Let's find a room for two in Leiden," I said before I had thought about it, "then we can do this every day."
"Yes," he whispered passionately, "Let's."
The End