Out in the Surf (Out in College 9)

He stuck his tongue down my throat and tilted his hips in response, panting when he pulled away for air. “Bed.”

Cal peeled himself from the door and walked me backward, sucking my lips as we shuffled toward his unmade bed, unwilling to be separated for even a few seconds. We’d been here before. The past month or so had been all about nonstop BJs and hand-job exchanges. Any initial reticence Cal might have felt about being naked with a dude was long gone. Sure, he’d been careful and cautious in the beginning, but not anymore.

He pushed me onto the mattress and climbed on top of me, covering my body as he ravished me with hungry, carnal kisses. We rolled over each other as if competing for dominance. He had to know I was more than happy to be under him. But in case he needed assurance, I wrapped him in an octopus hold—my arms draped over his neck, my legs over his ass—and tilted my hips.

We thrust and grunted, upping the tempo with abandon. Just when I thought I was in danger of coming like this, Cal’s dick nudged behind my balls. We froze with our foreheads touching. I felt his breath on my lips as a drop of sweat fell from his brow onto mine.

“I think you should fuck me,” I rasped.

“Yes.” His nostrils flared. “Don’t move.”

Cal climbed off me. I immediately missed the weight of him, but the sound of a drawer opening and a condom wrapper tearing sent a thrill along my spine. Don’t ask me why. I should have been nervous as fuck. I hadn’t been on the receiving end in a year.

But I wanted this.

I’d wanted anything he’d give me since the day I’d met him. I had a big imagination, but I never dreamed we’d be here like this. And knowing he wanted me as much as I wanted him was almost too good to be true.

His fingers shook as he rolled the condom on and reached for the lube, pouring some on his palm before handing it to me. I put some on my fingers, massaging my hole with slick fingers while I watched him stroke his thick cock.

I slipped a single digit inside, wincing at the stretch. “This might take a minute.”

Cal scooted between my thighs. “Can I do something? Do you want me to…you know.”

“Finger me?” I offered. “Sure, but add more lube and go slow.”

He did as instructed, easing his middle finger inside me. “You’re hot…and tight. Fuck, I’m not gonna last.”

I smiled. “Geez, and I’m wondering if you’re gonna fit. You’re fucking huge.”

Cal snickered. “Thanks. Now, be serious. This is my first time, and I want to get it right.”

That got me.

I sat up, bracing my weight on my elbow as I leaned in to kiss him. “You can’t get it wrong. It’s not possible. I want you too fucking much. You know that, right?”

He smiled, bit my lip, and kissed it better, pushing his finger deeper inside me. He took his time, alternately tweaking my nipples with his free hand or pausing to jack himself. He was a natural…patient and just the right amount of gentle. I begged for a second digit…then a third, moaning when he brushed my prostate.

“Please tell me you’re ready now,” he whispered in a low, gravelly tone.

I nodded, lifting my legs in silent invitation. Cal set his left hand on my knee, tapped his sheathed cock at my entrance, and inched his way inside. We gasped in unison and kept our eyes locked till he bottomed out. It took a few beats for me to adjust to his girth…and not gonna lie, it hurt.

But he distracted me from the pain with deep kisses and a sweet thrusting motion that made my toes curl. And before I knew it, pleasure took over, spreading like wildfire through my veins.

“Fuck, that’s good. Gimme more.”

“Like this?” Cal rocked his hips, slow and steady.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Oh, fuck.” I gripped my cock, jacking myself as he picked up the tempo.

The bed springs squeaked in time with the headboard thumping against the wall. It got progressively louder. Just loud enough to drown out our grunted sighs and the slap of skin on skin. Ah, the sweet sound of sex…it was a symphony all its own, and I fucking loved it.

However, I tried to moderate my enthusiasm to a degree. I mean, this was nowhere near my first rodeo. I’d been with more guys than was polite to admit. Cal hadn’t.

I was his introduction to gay everything, and I was a terrible role model. I wasn’t known for being sensitive, and I didn’t do well with feelings. But I wanted to do better for him. I wanted to make sure I gave more than I took. I met him halfway, reading his body and the subtle change in his expression for clues. I could tell he was close, but I was too.