BEAU
Iwas feeling, well, I didn’t know what I was feeling. Kwan had got under my skin, and lately, he was all I could think about. I’d hear a song on the radio, and it’d remind me of him. I’d see something in the flat, and it reminded me of him.
And now, after telling him I didn’t want it to end and wanted to see him more, he’d more or less told me no. Okay, he hadn’t exactly said no. He’d said in a couple of weeks when the band had done their gigs, but I was panicking. Was he trying to let me down gently? Trying to tell me we were just a temporary thing?
I was finding it hard to come to terms with what he was saying, and I knew I was being quiet, mulling over his words in my head, those tendrils wrapping themselves around the thoughts in my mind, turning them dark. I needed to shake myself out of this mood. He had come from Manchester to see me and was planning on staying the night. I refused to ruin the weekend with my inane thoughts.
We’d spoken almost every day since that first weekend, so why was this bugging me so much? He’d proven time and time again that he was interested, but it was my feelings, my insecurities, that were the issue here, and I needed to get them under control.
Walking around, he held my hand the whole time, and I tried, I really tried to be more upbeat, but it wasn’t until later on in the restaurant, a Brazilian BBQ place where you could literally eat your own body weight in meat, that I started to come around.
After a few beers, Kwan started to relax more too, and by the end of the night, we were both pleasantly tipsy and very handsy. It was time to go home. We decided to walk. I lived fairly central, so nowhere was too far away. I was feeling much better about things. We’d talked and talked all night, laughing and joking, drinking and eating. There wasn’t a time when I’d felt more alive, more…wanted, and one by one, my insecurities and doubts disappeared.
“The things I want to do to you, Beau,” he whispered as we climbed the stairs to the flat, his hand moving lower, running his finger along the seam of my jeans, pressing against my hole. I thought I had a good idea.
I opened the door as quickly as I could, Kwan shutting it just as quickly behind him, dropping his bag to the floor with a thud.
Our lips met once again in a frenzy, the feel of his becoming familiar. We knew each other, even though the time we’d actually spent together was brief. I knew the softness, the taste of them, the feel of his tongue against mine.
“Bedroom, now,” I murmured against his lips.
I’d tidied and changed the bed in anticipation of this night. Stocked the bedside table with fresh lube and condoms, and I might have sneaked a vibrator in there. I didn’t know what his thoughts were on this, but maybe I could introduce it slowly. It was something I liked to use, teasing my cock with the tip, the vibration bringing me to the edge every time.
We’d not discussed who would fuck who. I had no preference. I liked fucking as much as being fucked. I wasn’t a strict top, nor was I a strict bottom, but I had been known to be on the bossy side. My latest encounters, though, had all been with Bernie, and with him, it’d been mainly forced consent. I’d begrudgingly allowed him to use me, all for the sake of Megan, and when I thought about that now, I couldn’t help but feel used, degraded and dirty.
Now wasn’t the time for those thoughts, though, because my erection was fading fast.
“What’s wrong?” There was no hiding anything from Kwan.
“Nothing, I’m fine. Let’s carry on.” I pulled him on top of me on the bed and carried on kissing him, my cock finally getting back in the game.
I shivered as he slowly moved his way down my body, kissing every inch, paying particular attention to my nipples. I didn’t usually like them played with. They’d never been particularly sensitive, but the way he teased them, nipping and licking… I was loving the sensations.
He feasted on each one in turn, lavishing attention in equal measure before he finally moved further down, licking around my belly button, his hands never stopping their roaming along my pebbled flesh.
I leaned up on my elbows, not wanting to miss a moment as he finally reached my leaking cock. My head fell back as he engulfed my dick in his warm mouth, pressing into my hips as I bucked off the bed.
“Fucking hell, Kwan. You’re killing me here.” I groaned as he did it again. “Oh, yeah, keep going.” His plump lips tightened around my dick as he slid up and down. He placed a finger to my lips, forcing it into my mouth.
“Lick it, Beau, suck it in.”
I did as he asked, knowing exactly where this was going. I wasn’t disappointed, and as he continued to suck my cock with an eagerness I’d not seen from him before, he slipped his now wet finger into my arse, eliciting another groan worthy of a porn star.
“Fuck, Kwan.” I could hardly catch my breath, but it was so fucking good.
He pushed in and out, building up a rhythm with his finger and mouth, his long fingers curling, hitting my prostate. A surge of precum leaked from my dick, and I heard Kwan moan.
He removed his finger from my arse, blindly reaching for the drawer. I swatted his hand away and hurriedly moved over to open the drawer, taking out the lube and condom. I threw them on the bed before going back for the vibrator, waggling it in my hand, smiling to myself as his eyes lit up. I guessed we’d be using it after all.
Kwan picked up the lube and vibrator, clicking the lid open and drizzling a drop over the end before using his hand to lubricate it all the way to the flared base. I’d taken it before, so I knew it wouldn’t be an issue, but the last time I’d had a cock up my arse was Bernie’s last failed attempt. I’d need some stretching, that was for sure.
He turned it on and slowly teased me with it, pressing it to my taint and balls before slipping lower, the edge just nudging my hole. His face was full of concentration as he slowly inserted the vibrator, at the same time playing with my cock.
As much as I was enjoying it, what I really wanted was to feel him inside me. I wanted him to fuck me, not some plastic dildo. I wanted the feel of skin on skin, wanted to feel his body against mine.
As he continued to tease and stretch me little by little, I felt myself relaxing and knew that soon, I’d be ready to take him. He knew it too and finally stopped, throwing the dildo to one side, leaving me with an emptiness I needed him to fill.
He sat back on his heels, stroking himself, and I watched with wonder as he grew before my eyes. It was a gorgeous dick, with a slight kick to the right I’d not noticed the first time around.