The sound of him pulling down the zipper is the only answer I need. I slip out of my bag and into his. It’s a tight fit. I’m pressed against his warmth and the soft flannel of his shirt. But something between us is remarkably hard.
“I bet it’s warm in your mouth,” he says.
“Let’s find out.” I slink down his torso, unfasten his shorts and pull them down just enough to get access. His balls feel heavy and warm as I roll them in my hand. He moans as I fondle him, stroking my fingertips up the length of his cock.
What Jarrod doesn’t know, what I don’t dare tell him, is that this is my first time with a guy. I don’t know if I’ll be any good at this, but I’m going to give it my best effort.
I shimmy further down in the bag until his throbbing rod is pressed against my face. It’s warm and thick and his pubes tickle my nose. I swipe my tongue along his cock head, and he shivers. I never knew what a dick would taste like, but his tastes wonderful. I lick him again, fitting what I can into my mouth.
This feels so right as he slides across my tongue. His cock fills my mouth. I swipe the underside while breathing in the sexy scent of his manhood.
Something warm drips into the back of my throat. I swallow it down, and more fluid pulses out. His pre-cum tastes different than mine. Sweeter, and more potent. I swallow his juices down, feeling them run down my throat as I twirl my tongue up and down his shaft.
“You’re really good at this,” he says with a sigh. “Much better than any girl I’ve been with.”
I beam with pride. That’s high praise for a virgin like myself. Though I don’t have any experience giving head, I know what feels good when I play with myself, so I just do what I think would feel good for him.
I squeeze him from the root, working my hand up and down while I get his cock nice and slick. That really seems to send him over the edge as he begins moaning louder and running his fingers through my hair.
“I bet your ass would feel so good,” he says through jagged breaths.
I stop suddenly. “Really?”
“I mean...only if you’d be into that.”
In the light of the moon, I can see his eyes bearing down on me. He’s so dominant, so self-assured. In this new and unfamiliar territory, I still get the sense he knows exactly what to do, and exactly what he wants.
“We don’t have any lube,” I say.
“I’m a pretty heavy pre-cummer,” he says. I feel a thick rope of fluid leaking down my hand, as if to prove his point.
“I’ve never done this,” I confess.
“We can go slow.” A barely visible smile pulls at his lips.
Feeling empowered, I roll my tongue across his sensitive cock head, taunting and teasing him. He lets out a long, low growl.
“Please, Ian, I want to fuck you so bad.”
Gone is the cold that enveloped us. Gone is the shy virgin I once was. There’s nothing left but red-hot passion now. I yank my shorts down to my knees. In a flash, I’m rolled over onto my stomach, offering my pure, untapped ass to Jarrod.
He hums with satisfaction as he climbs on top of me. I feel his weight, the hulking mountain of muscle as he takes control. Wasting no time, he slides his slippery cock between my cheeks. I feel my hole quivering with anticipation. It’s all a feverish blur of horny frat boy heat.
He pushes his wet cock head against me. “I can already tell you’re so fucking tight.”
“Just go slow,” I whimper.
He kisses the back of my neck to soothe me. Soft as the wings of a dove, a contrast to the rough graze of his chin stubble. But it does the trick, distracting me just long enough for him to start sliding the tip of his cock head past the gates of my resistance.
“Oh, god,” I moan. His heavy balls brush against my thighs. He retreats, then thrusts forth once again. A little more of him squeezes inside me, and I relax as best I can.
“Just breathe.” He reaches under my shirt, his fingertips surprisingly warm despite the temperature outside. He takes my nipple and gently rolls it between two fingers. A strange new tingle radiates through my chest. I’ve never played with my nipples before, and I love the way it feels.
My gasping breaths communicate that he’s doing everything right. Emboldened, he gently twists and kneads my sensitive nip. His mouth finds its home on my ear, breathing softly against me, and his tongue traces the curve of my lobe. I shudder and squirm, so drunk with desire that I barely realize how deep he’s slid inside me until I feel my tight virgin hole expand, gripping his cock like a well-fitted glove. And then the bulbous tip caresses something inside me that makes me feel like a hundred fireworks are blasting off all at once.
“Ahhh, Jarrod...”
He works his magic with playful fingertips and a talented tongue, sending chills down my spine as he stimulates all my erogenous zones. I want to touch myself so badly, but I’m held captive beneath him, unable to move as he thrusts his hard cock deep inside, then pulls it out to the tip.