Kept Man: Firsts and Forever Stories

“Are you sure?”

He sat up a little and looked at me over his shoulder as he nodded. But then he quickly added, “If you don’t want to, that’s totally fine.”

“I definitely want to,” I said, as I ran both hands over the curve of his ass. “I’m just surprised, because you never wanted to go there before.”

“I’ve only bottomed a few times in my life, because it makes me feel really vulnerable. But I trust you, and I know you’ll take care of me.” Those words meant everything to me.

I stripped off my clothes and asked, “Would you like me to wear a condom?” I wasn’t sure what made me say that. We’d both been tested and gotten our negative results back, so we’d stopped using them weeks ago.

When he shook his head, I murmured, “Roll onto your back for me, Micah.” He did as I asked. I worked some more lube into him, then slicked my cock and wiped my hand on a fistful of tissues before positioning myself between his legs.

He was clearly nervous when I pressed my tip against his hole, so I asked, “Are you sure you want me to continue?”

One word, no hesitation. “Yes.”

He quickly complied when I said, “Put your legs on my shoulders.” I started to push forward. At first, nothing happened, but then his body opened up just enough for me to slip inside. He was so tight. Micah drew a sharp breath, and I held still to give him time to adjust.

He met my gaze, and the trust I saw in his eyes was breathtaking. When I felt him relax, I sank in slowly until I was fully seated in him, and then I gently brushed his hair back from his face and told him, “You’re doing great.” I leaned down and kissed him, and then I began sliding in and out of him.

Micah exhaled slowly, and then he started to move with me, rocking his hips to meet each thrust. I knelt between his legs, gripping his thighs as I pushed into him, and watched him closely.

A transformation came over him, gradually at first, then all at once. He started to relax and enjoy himself, and finally the pleasure took over. He pulled me down for a deep kiss, and then he became the Micah I knew. He rolled us over, straddled my hips, and began riding my cock hard and fast. He was clearly loving this, and now that I knew he was okay, I could finally let go.

I planted my feet on the mattress and thrust up into him as I jerked him off, and both of us let our inhibitions fall away. It was overwhelming and exhilarating. I didn’t hold anything back, and neither did he.

Micah was absolutely everything in that moment. He was my entire world. I held his gaze as we chased our climax, and our connection was electric.

In the next instant, I threw my head back and yelled as my orgasm slammed into me. I pushed off the bed, shooting into his ass, and his cock twitched in my fist. He kept riding me, slamming into my hips as his cum sprayed across my stomach and chest. I yelled again, or maybe that was him, as another wave of that devastating orgasm tore me apart.

I lost all sense of what was happening. Everything was blurry, and I grabbed at him as I gasped for breath. He wrapped me in his arms and rolled us over. I was still inside him and my hips thrust once more, reflexively. A final jolt went through me, my body nearly convulsing, and then the most incredible feeling of pure bliss settled on me.

I went limp on top of Micah, and he hugged me and kissed the top of my head. His chest was rising and falling quickly, and I could feel his heart racing.

Gradually, I became aware of things around us. Music was still playing, and somewhere out in the street, a faint beeping sound signaled a truck backing up. Micah’s skin was warm and damp, and the smell of sex mingled with the clean scent of the lotion he’d put on after his shower. At some point, my cock had slipped from his wonderfully tight ass, and his fingertips were tracing little circles on my shoulder while he held me securely.

When I could finally speak again, the words that came out of my mouth were, “Holy fucking shit.”

Micah burst out laughing. I felt it rumbling in his chest. Then he told me, “I couldn’t have said it better myself.”

“That was so intense. I still can’t focus.” He grinned and slid my glasses onto my face, and I murmured, “Oh. That’s better.”

“Coming really hard makes you so goofy. I love it.”

I chuckled and kissed his chest, and then I murmured, “I should probably get off you.”