Learning the Ropes Ch. 02

I watch him hold his cock still with one hand and trace a gentle ring around the head with the other.

"Will," he strains out, "We... We shouldn't be doing this... We need to stop before things get out of hand."

"You're not doing anything wrong," I reassure him. "I'm the one who started feeling you up in your sleep. Your body responded, and now you're just doing what comes natural. I just wanna watch you. I wanna see you enjoying it. That's all..."

"Oh my god..." he chokes out and a new streak of wetness pours from his cockhead. He pumps his man muscle up and down a few times but never takes his eyes off of me. They go to my hands playing at his nipples and then to my eyes and back again. He rolls his cock back and forth across his palm.

I'm grinding my hips into his thigh now. It's a low place on his thigh, nearer to his knee than his groin, but it feels so forbidden and so good. My rod is aching for the stimulation.

"That feels good," he confesses, finally dropping his head back into the pillow and closing his eyes. He is panting and arches his back, giving me unrestricted access to his nips and practically crushing himself into my greeting fingertips.

I continue gently touching one nipple and start tugging at the other, pinching it and strumming at it with my fingertips.

He lets out a burst of air and puts one of his hands over mine. I can feel the wetness from his precum on his fingertips. The thought alone almost makes me come in my boxers. He flattens my hand so my palm is rolling over his nipple. He nods in encouragement as I adopt this technique and really begin tugging at the other side. The combination of sensations is getting him worked up.

He lifts his other hand away from his straining cock and a dewy strand of thick precum dangles from his fingertip. My hand darts out, and I have my lips on his fingers before he can react.

"Will..." he pants. Seems the perverse boldness has shocked him awake. "What are you... What are we doing? We gotta stop before I lose it."

"I don't wanna stop." I whisper, my tongue rolling around his index finger to catch the last traces of him. "I wanna see you lose it. I wanna lose it, too."

"This isn't right."

I slip my hand under the waistband of the boxers he leant me, the boxers I've stained with my precum and desire for him. I stand before him, naked. But somehow, I'm even less ashamed, less timid, less unsure standing here in front of him so wide open now.

"It feels right to me. And I think you feel it, too. You said I didn't need to go burying parts of me to spend time with you..."

I climb back into bed and my hands go back to find the warmth and hardness of him.

"This was -ah- not what I meant..." One of my hands is busy rubbing his sensitive cockhead now, catching the wet tip between the pad of my thumb and forefinger. I knead the spongy head softly, letting it spill out more precum onto my fingertips.

He begins to whimper. "You gotta stop, kid. I'm getting close..." he moans out and his hand goes to my wrist.

I stop caring for his cock and my mouth closes down on his sensitive nip. First I touch it tenderly with my teeth and then suck at it as hard as I can.

"Oh jeez, kid... What are you trying to do to me?" He releases his grip on my wrist and I content myself playing with his rod again, this time pulling his foreskin up and down and smiling around his nipple as I am rewarded with more precum. He's so sensitive to every move I make.

"Seriously, kid, what do you want from me? You're driving me nuts... Fucking a..."

I have switched to pinching his nipple with one hand while I tongue the other and run my hand up and down the underside of his cock.

Without another thought, I mount him, climbing up so my cock is just above his, and I begin pressing myself up and down the length of his rod. I grind our sex together and gasp at how perfectly we fit together.

"Oh, yeah..." he moans. I wipe the precum from his weeping slit and push my finger into his mouth. He shakes his head in protest, but I can feel his tongue lapping at my digit. I press my mouth over his and lap at the traces of salty precum on his tongue.

"Oh, fuck... Where'd you get that idea, kid?" he gasps out when I drop away and really start grinding my cock into his.

"Mark..." I whisper. It is a request. It is a plea.

"Yeah?" He gazes into my eyes.

"Mark, I wanna go all the way... Take me. I want you to. Please go there with me."

"Hey, now..." he begins. And then he stops, his eyes dancing as he studies my eyes and how tightly my jaw is set. "You know that's not right, kid. I'm twice your age..."

"So what? I love you like family, Mark. You said I was confused, but I'd figure it out... You told me it was OK to look for answers, to enjoy figuring it out. I wanna find out. I wanna find out with you. Right here, right now."

"I just don't want you to regret it. We got something special, you and me. You don't know how doing something like this might change things."

"Neither to you."

"Exactly." He smiles. "Exactly, kid." He strokes my cheek. I feel a streak of wet precum and saliva on my skin where he's touched me. Even his attempts to calm me down are stoking the flames of lust and infatuation and a deep fraternal love I harbor in my belly.

He raises my chin so I'm facing his eyes again. "I don't want things to get weird, to let things go bad. It's gonna get complicated if we go on doing this."

"I'm already at complicated. I've been stuck there a while. I need this to figure it out... And you've been in just about the same place as me, right? Or are you still there? I need it to be you. For me, it's you."

I press my erection into his softening penis and feel it harden again. My own cock is finally beginning to let go of some precum. I rub my wet, sensitive head into the underside of Mark's hard cock and kiss him hard. It's our first proper one.

All of a sudden, he's kissing me back. Short little tugs at my lips at first, his kisses become deeper and more intense until he's diving into my mouth and forcing his tongue all over mine. He begins to eat my mouth, orally dominating me.

I pull away and gasp for air. He's breathing heavy, too. My hands are trembling. I pull at his shoulders and hold myself to him.

He strokes my cheek again. "I don't want to do anything you don't wanna do, anything that's gonna make you sad you did it later, Will."

"I want this. I'm gonna keep wanting this. After we come, I'm still gonna want this. It's not gonna be some regret I try to bury inside after my hormones calm down. It's something I feel about you. It's something I feel for you. And me. You helped me see it can be OK for me to feel whatever it is I feel."

I take his hand and squeeze it before bringing it to rest on my cock. His other hand, I bring around to rest on my ass while my mouth covers his again. He rubs my dick in slow circles before I feel both his hands reaching around to my ass. He begins working my sore muscles with his fingers. I moan out and writhe against his cock.

Between messy kisses, I pant, "Yeah, grab my ass..." He obliges, massaging the taut flesh there. I feel him pulling my asscheeks apart and then pressing them together. All of a sudden, drunk on the sensation and forgetting who this is I'm with in bed, I moan, "Mark, slap my ass... Slap my fucking ass."

Mark's attentions to my ass falter and his lips loosen. I swallow. I've gone to far. It's too perverted for him.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I just got carried away. You don't have to..."

Crack! My eyes jump open as I feel his open palm make contact. The sound is terrifically arousing. It sounds much harder than it feels. Again and again, he slaps my ass, rubbing my skin in tender circles after each strike.

"Fuck, Mark. Yeah, that's it... Fucking smack it." I moan, grinding against him and feeling the tender abuse to my cheeks. I bring one of his hands to my nip and squeeze his fingertips around the tip. "Make me feel you..."

He obliges, tugging at my nipple and slapping my ass with his other hand. I'm grinding my cock into his again. We're both hopelessly wet, our slippery fuck rods gliding back and forth. I rock into him and groan more profanity.

I can't seem to get close enough. I'm closer than I've ever been to anyone, and it's too far away. He's rough, and I only want him to be rougher with me.

"Mark, fuck my ass..." I whisper between kisses. "Fuck me. Make me come with your cock up my ass..."

He moans at the vulgar proposition. I wrap a hand around his dick and begin tugging at it before he has a chance to say no or give me any reasons why it's not a good idea. I pull the ridge of taut skin back and forth over the head, his tip getting wetter and wetter.

"Ah..." he moans out and nods. "OK, OK... But, this is your first time. It's not like in the movies..."

"What movies do you think I'm watching?"

He smacks my ass playfully. "You know what I mean. It can hurt the first time. It's not all romantic or sexy or hot, usually..."

I hug myself to his torso and bury my head in his neck. "I wanna get closer to you. Let me come closer..."

He nods. "Come closer, then," he offers, pulling me tighter against his body. "You can come in closer to me, then..."

I look up into his eyes from my place on his chest. Is he offering what I think he is?

"Do you mean..."

He nods and kisses me. "Be gentle, eh? I'm not very experienced myself. You gotta remember I'm just figuring all this stuff out myself. I'm only about three steps ahead of you."

I feel a heady rush of adrenaline course through my body. Kissing my way down his chest, I lick both of Mark's nipples before running my tongue down his abs and dipping into his belly button.

He chortles and pushes my head away. I smile and dive onto his sensitive dick, taking the head into my mouth. This brings a moan from him, so I bob up and down, curling my tongue and raking it back and forth on the sensitive underside. I cup his balls in one hand and rub the sensitive area just beneath them, pressing here with the pads of my fingers.

"Will..." he whispers. His hands go to my hair and rake through them. I snake my index finger further back and trace a line to the new place he has opened up to me.

I ease my tongue around his crown while my finger works in soft circles around his hole. It clenches and opens, urging me on. I press the blunt of my finger across it and hold it there. My tongue, I stiffen and begin running the length of it along the underside of his cock.

"Right there," he confesses. "It's right there, kid..." I know I've hit home for him. I run my tongue around his swollen head, tasting him.

"Mark, do you have..."

He smiles and kisses me before reaching over to rifle the drawer of the nightstand. Slipping the bottle into my hand, he kisses me again.

"I can't believe this is happening," I whisper. If I say it too loud, I'm liable to break the spell. I hold my hand over the spout of the bottle and warm the cool liquid up with my fingers before setting it down on the nightstand and leaning in to kiss him again.

I kiss him first on the lips and then bring my lips to his cheek. My wet fingers go his tight opening, never slipping in to push against the taut flesh but only tracing around the outline. I continue kissing his cheek and then kiss him just next to his eye.

He laughs a little. "That tickles. What's gotten into you, stud?" Mark wraps his arms around my neck and returns the kisses my cheek. He then flicks his tongue and touches my cheek in a move that feels playful at first blush and then completely smoldering the next moment.

"It's not just about this..." I say, finally. He begins to reply and then jerks his head back into the pillow and whimpers. My fingers have dipped beneath the surface of him now. The pad of my middle finger slides just below the surface. "Mark, I swear it's not..." I whisper.

His hand goes instinctively to his cock. I plunge my middle finger, sopping wet with lube, into his tender butthole. Mark's beautiful cock is dribbling now. It's dribbling onto the sheets and onto his splayed fingers and onto his bare thigh.

"Fuck..." whispers. "Fuck, Will..." His breath catches in his chest. He grinds back against my finger. I ease it all the way down to the hilt in him.

"How's that feel, hmm?" I ask, knowing full well. "That good for you, Mark?"

He says nothing, screwing his eyes shut and nodding.

"You like having my finger up your asshole?"

He whimpers. I begin stroking against the inside of him in the way I guess I'm supposed to from stolen glances at websites I had little business reading and furtive searches for information. His body is responding, and I know I've hit home when I feel my finger rub up against a little bump now.

His hand grasps my bicep now.

"Slow, Will..." He squeezes my arm and holds one hand up again his eyes, a whimper escaping his lips. He is writhing against the pillow, precum dribbling from his rock-hard member. I adjust the speed of my strumming against the delicate part of him, barely flitting across it now. He nods and shudders.

"That's it... Nice and slow, stud..."

I smile at the new nickname. Better than Slim, I decide, and reach down to kiss him. He slides his tongue into my mouth right away, throwing both arms around my neck and moaning into our kiss.

"How's that, hmm?" I ask.

He nods.

"You like that, hmm?"

"Yeah... Feels good," he confesses. "Don't stop, Will. Keep touching me there."

I smile and kiss him. He gazes at me, eyes slightly out of focus, glazed over with pleasure and, I hope, desire for yours truly. I take his prick into my hand and roll it back and forth in my other hand, rubbing it against my palm.

"Look how wet you are..." I whisper. "It feel that good? Hmm?"

He whimpers and nods.

"You like having someone play with your ass?"

Mark turns his head away. I begin assaulting the underside of him with the pad of one finger. His cock drools more precum, and this I use to lube him up.

My fingers slide from his cock. I bring my lips up to his and then feed him his own precum. There is something so erotic about watching him suckle at my fingers coated in it. I lick at his tongue and then at his cheek.

More lube, and then I am assaulting his opening with my index finger.

"Yeah..." he coos.

"You ready for more, stud?" I ask him. He nods, and I slide the tops of two fingers into him, just under the very surface. I pause, feeling his inner muscles contracting and pulsing. Once the pulsating begins to subside, I know instinctively I can pleasure him without fear of going too fast.

My fingers bob in and out of the most tender part of him. I feel so close to him, somehow; he's made himself so vulnerable to me, without reservation.

I look at this man writhing in pleasure next to me. He holds the heel of his palm over his eye, seized by a fit of whimpers when I curve the two fingers inside his tight opening and feel them catching on his little gem. A sob rises from his chest, and then he's clinging to me and kissing me with frenzied swipes of the mouth.

"Will... Fuck, Will... Fuck me, baby..."

I need no further coaxing. I ease my fingers from Mark and thrust my tongue into his mouth. He clings to me, eyes closed, tongue draped out. He is in ecstasy, here and a thousand miles away.

"I wanna make you feel good, Mark..." I confess. "Tell me, okay? Tell me what feels good for you." I sheathe and slick up my cock with lube from the bottle, pumping more onto my fingers to take care of him.

"Mark..." I whisper. His eyes are closed, a hint of a smile on his lips. His cock is still hard and wet. I marvel at the perfection of him, the taut strength of his chest and arms, the slim abdomen with the softness I love to stroke. And my eyes drop to his erect manhood.

I feel a stinging pressure behind my eyes. It throws me at first. I'm happy. Ecstatic. Horny as hell. All I can think of his sliding into his warm, tight ass. And yet, another me within myself wants nothing but to take him into my arms and never let go. All the sorrow, all the loneliness and confusion--I want to bury it in our warmth and stay so wrapped up in him I never have to worry about any of it again.

I want him. Maybe this is more than fraternal and erotic. I let go of this thought and press my lips to his. Again, he lolls out his tongue and licks at mine, his arms lying outward, limp. He's helpless, drunk and drowning in sexual ecstasy.

"Fuck me, Will... Fuck me up the ass and come with me..."

I feel my sensibilities melting away. I feel a primal urge to rip off the condom and plunge into him bare, fucking him until I erupt and spill out into him. This, I shake away and go to him. I spread his legs and bring them up to bare his beautiful derrière.

This man with his knees resting on his chest, legs splayed out and rosebud exposed to my eyes, is Mark. My Mark. The man who used to let me sneak ice cream before dinner, the man who let me have my first beer when I was shaken up, the man who helped me with my math homework and took me to and from sports meets when I didn't have a ride. This is the guy who was waiting with a water bottle and a towel when I came back from running and couldn't walk another step.

"Will... Please... Make love to me."

I feel the pressure of him. Gingerly, I press my hips forward and feel it give way. And suddenly, there is somewhere new to be. There is somewhere that was secret and locked away, hidden. And now, I'm there.

His eyes open; his mouth falls slack. Mark's eyebrows rise as he realizes that my dick is sliding into place, pressing against him from the inside as I inch along. His breathing is heavy. He doesn't even blink, eyes locked on mine. He grasps both my biceps and squeezes just above my elbows.

My hungry prick slides upward, inching toward the root of me. And then, I am there. My abdomen bumps against his ass. He gasps out and throws his arms around my neck, pulling me into his breast, his hands stroking my hair.

"Don't move..." he whispers. "S-stay..." A tremor rips through him. Trembling, he strokes my hair and nods against my head. "Will... You're here..."

I nod, the pressure behind my eyes nearly unbearable. "I am... I'm here..."

I reach out for him and hold him tighter. Soft tendrils of pleasure unfurl from the root of me, spreading through my abdomen and all around us. Unable to resist, I move within him. The delicious friction against the most sensitive part of me has me seeing stars. I shudder against him. He nods against my cheek.

"Fuck, stud... Fuck me... Yeah, like that. Long and slow."

I am rocking against him, coaxing coos and little yelps of pleasure from his lips. He's so tight, his opening a velvet sleeve enveloping me. Our kisses are messier now, Mark's eyes gazing up at me with a flame I have never seen but cannot gaze at long enough. There's so much I want to say. So much I want him to hear. I move against him, letting my body speak in tender verse. Maybe no words could do justice to what I feel. Maybe only being with him like this can carry my emotion to his heart. I press one hand into his breast, feeling his fluttering heart against his ribs.

"I feel you... God, Mark, I can feel you all around me." I hook my arms under his armpits and roll him over, his legs dropping to either side of me. He moans when our hips collide, driving him down onto my rod. His cock drools precum that glistens down the length of him. Mark leans down to press his lips to mine, a frenetic kiss that speaks everything neither of us can say.

What happens next, I will never forget as long as I live. Mark reaches down to massage my pecs, squeezing my nipples and grinding his hips down, jerking my cock back and forth in his ass.

I cry out in pleasure and surprise. He's fucking me with his ass, I realize. I don't even know who's on top anymore; I don't fucking care. His fingers are pinching at my engorged nips now, his hips bucking back and forth along the ridges of my abdomen.