Title: There's A First Time For Everything
By: glo-starz
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC17
Summary: A series of stories about firsts for our boys. Starts with first kiss and goes on to . . . Well, I'm sure you can guess. Each part has 2 bits, one from Nick's POV and one from Greg's. Pure, unadulterated smut! Thanks again to hjonothan and sarahs_girl for help and betaing!

It Started With A Kiss.
Nick’s point of view.

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I walked out of the building to get some air. Yet again, the lab air conditioning had gone down. I had a favourite spot outside and I knew that this time of the day it would be shady and cool so I headed out there. When I was just around the corner from it I heard crying. Not quiet, gentle tears but proper sobs. I crept around the bushes and saw Greg, sitting on the wall, arms folded on his knees and forehead on his arms. He was just sitting there, shoulders shaking as sobs wracked his body. Greg – my Greg – was crying.

I don’t know when I started to notice Greg or when that noticing turned into attraction. All I know is that nowadays every time I looked at him, into those liquid chocolate eyes, my heart skipped a beat and I got butterflies in my stomach. I’d never been attracted to a man before, never been with a man before, never wanted a man before. But right now I wanted Greg more than anything I had wanted in my entire life.

“Greg?”

He looked up, startled, and his face flushed with embarrassment.

“Oh, hi Nicky.”

He wiped his eyes on his sleeve and then smiled. I smiled back and went and sat beside him.

“What’s wrong, G?”

“Nothing Nicky, I’m fine.”

I put my hand on Greg’s back and began to rub it gently. He shivered under my touch but I assumed it was because of the crying.

“You can talk to me, Greg. What’s the matter?”

He took a deep breath and then let it out slowly.

“Nothing. I mean, I don’t know. I just . . . I mean . . . I was processing samples and the bubbles started.”

“Bubbles?”

“Yeah, bubbles. Those little hiccupy things you get, one at a time, before you lose it?”

“Oh, ok. But what started it?”
Somehow as we talked my arm had wrapped itself around Greg’s shoulders. He had leant into my chest and an involuntary sigh had escaped my lips. Holding Greg like this felt so right.

“I don’t think it was anything. The crying had been coming on for days. It just chose today to escape.” Greg snuggled further in to me and his hand finished its journey on my thigh. I had started to fight hard against my basic biological instincts. I could feel my cock stirring and I wanted to wrap my arms around him and pull him closer. “It’s really nothing to worry about. I cry, I feel better.”

I let my body take control and pulled him roughly into my arms and he ended up sitting in my lap. After a few seconds he leant in even further, his head rested on my chest, and he wrapped his arms around me and smiled happily. I couldn’t help myself. I’d wanted this for too long and his body felt so good against mine. He was warm and soft and he fitted into my lap perfectly. My body responded in the only way it knew how. I got hard. Very hard.

Greg gazed up at me looking puzzled and oh so cute. All I could do was go bright red.

“Uh . . . sorry . . . I . . . um . . . it’s...”

Greg giggled and then gave me the most mischievous grin I had ever seen. He wriggled on my lap and I moaned into his hair, taking a sniff as I did. It smelt of coconuts and a hint of mint. He wriggled again, the feel of his denim covered ass against my denim covered erection was exquisite.

“G . . . I . . . don’t . . . it...” I hadn’t noticed that he wasn’t trying to get away from the lap of a guy with a hard on which was currently poking him in the ass.

“Shhh.” He put a finger to my lips and took my hand, guiding it to his own crotch. Under my fingers was Greg’s cock. And it was hard too.

My heart began to beat faster and I could feel fire flooding my body. I looked at Greg and our eyes locked together. His were bright, mischievous, they almost twinkled. More were wide with lust and desire. The desire to hold him, kiss him, taste him, take him, make him mine.

I put my fingers under his chin and gently tilted his head to the left. His eyes flicked between my mouth and my eyes, the tip of his tongue peeked out to moisten his soft pink lips which I couldn’t stop staring at. They were so full, shaped perfectly.

We began to tilt together, my other hand coming to rest on the small of his back. I felt Greg’s hands as they moved into my hair. He used his new found grip to pull me gently towards him. I closed my eyes, I could hear us both breathing faster, my lips tingled and my body screamed at me to make contact with Greg’s wonderful mouth.

The first touch of our lips together was like an electric shock travelling through me. My whole body jolted of its own accord and I moaned into Greg’s hot, wet mouth. I felt like I was going to cum on the spot. It appeared that the same thing happened to Greg as his body had lurched forward into mine, pushing us tight together. Greg’s lips were soft and warm and had parted willingly to let my tongue inside. I ran it over each of his teeth then his tongue found mine and began to massage it.

I couldn’t keep my hands to myself. I ran them over his back, I grabbed his ass, stroked his thighs. Without breaking the delicious contact we had established Greg managed to swing around so he was straddling me and he ground down into me. Both of us panted and moaned, held each other tight, Greg grinding down on to me and me thrusting up to meet him.

It felt incredible. I was floating on a physical high from the contact, kissing, pleasure. Each nerve ending fizzed. My whole body was concentrated on my lips, tongue and throbbing cock. We couldn’t get enough of each other.

My hand had just begun to travel under his shirt while Greg’s fingers had trailed down my arms making me tremble. Then our mood was broken when a car door slammed. We broke apart and smiled at each other, flushed, hard and panting.

Greg ground down on me once more and said:

”My place, 7.30, bring beer.” And he jumped off my lap and headed back into the lab.

It Started With A Kiss.
Greg’s Point Of View.


The day it happened, I was outside in my favourite hiding place having a major crying fit. I was so embarrassed that he’d caught me. Of all people stumbling across me it had to be the guy I’d fallen in love with. The guy I wanted so badly to fuck me had found me blubbing like a girl. And when I say wanted badly I mean wanted badly. So badly I named my favourite vibrator ‘Little Nicky’.

Anyway, so out he came and asked what had upset me, placed a hand on my back and started to rub it in soothing circles. It felt good to be touched by Nicky like that and I shivered but I didn’t think that he’d noticed. I tried to explain the whole bubbles and crying thing to him and while I’d rambled on his arm had wrapped itself around my shoulders. I decided to make the most of being held by the sexiest man in the universe and I snuggled into him and let my hand rest on his thigh. The feel of that flexing thigh under my fingers went straight to my groin and in seconds I was harder than I had been in my life. Even in my night time Nicky fantasy time.

I told him I was ok and was about to run to the gents to jerk off when he pulled me into his lap. And God, if that didn’t just feel incredible. He felt like he’d been made to fit me. All I could do was wrap my arms around him and wait for him to discover my erection or realise that I was, in fact, cuddling him. Ok, so I may have ended up losing a friend or at least have some serious explaining to do, but this feeling was just too good. I settled down, leaning against him, trying to memorise every second of being wrapped in those arms as it was bound to end soon. And not in a good way.

That’s when I noticed it. Something was poking me in the ass. To start with, all I could do was just look at Nicky. I couldn’t believe what I had felt. To make sure I was right and it really had been Nicky’s hard cock poking me in the rear I ground my hips down onto it. He stammered adorably, his face was bright red. He went to explain it away, he obviously though he was the one who had ruined things. He hadn’t noticed I wasn’t trying to move, hadn’t thought that maybe it had an effect on me too. I put my finger on his lips, told him to shush and then guided his hand to my own throbbing hard on. The look on his face was amazing, the feel of his hand where I’d wanted it for so long drove me on.

I looked straight into his deep brown eyes which had widened with lust. He wanted me, and now it was his eyes as well as his body telling me. He let his fingers cup my chin and my eyes had flicked from his lips to his eyes repeatedly. My head tilted to the left and I had begun to close the distance between us. His other hand ended up at the small of my back where the waistband of my jeans was.

The thought of what I was about to do made my breathing speed up, which meant the arousal shooting around my body only got faster and I felt ready to explode. I let my fingers thread into his hair and gently pulled him towards me, my eyes closed as I did.

When our lips met, Jesus, it was better than anything I could have, or did imagine. My whole body flushed with heat and I slammed forward, my heated flesh acting before my brain could catch up. I moaned when I noticed Nicky pushing his body back into mine. Nicky’s lips were softer than they looked but they felt good and soon my own lips had opened to let his tongue in. It dived inside my mouth, explored and massaged. His hands explored my body, he grabbed my ass, my thighs. All I could feel was burning where Nicky’s fingers had been and a throbbing ache between my legs.

The pleasure and the fact that it was the guy of my dreams giving it to me got too much and I needed to cum. The pressure in my balls and the pleasure surging through my body needed an outlet as soon as possible. I’m not adverse to a dry hump when it’s needed and by the feel of things Nicky needed it as much as I did.

I’d swung myself round, making sure we were still firmly attached at the lips, and got into a position that I knew worked for this as I’d used it in my first sexual encounter with my school friend Spencer. I’d straddled Nicky’s legs so we were face to face with me on top of him. I’d started to rock and circle my hips while Nick thrust up into me.

I don’t think anything had ever felt so amazing. The friction was incredible, the power behind the thrusts blowing my mind. My whole body shivered and it was a struggle not to get vocal. I was close and I wanted to make Nicky cum too. I was already sticky with precum and would have to change my boxers anyway.

I became frantic with lust. I moved faster and faster, my moans getting louder and louder, my chest heaving with the small, panting breaths I could manage.

Then a car door slammed. I came back to Earth with a bang and stared at Nicky. I could feel a huge grin on my face and a moist patch in my boxers, although I was still so near but hadn’t managed to cum.

I told him to be at mine with beer at 7.30 then dashed back inside the lab. I needed to do something about the mess.

The Next Step : Greg POV

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I’d been seeing Nicky for just over a month and being with him was incredible, the best thing that had ever happened to me. We got on so well, we talked for hours and we’d go out on dates to places like the park or have a picnic on the roof. We didn’t need extravagant gestures, although it was fun when they did happen. It was all so perfect. Emotionally, Nicky was everything I’d ever wished for.

We had started to explore the physical side of things too. We’d started with the kissing. And damn, it was good. So, so good. We spent hours kissing in all kinds of places, stealing little kisses where we could and longer sessions when we had the time and privacy. Nicky’s lips were slightly chapped but felt incredible brushing against mine. His tongue was so talented as it played inside my mouth. To be honest, I‘d got a bit desperate to feel that tongue on other parts of my body too. I knew he could make me explode in minutes with those secret talents of his.

So far our hands had only done a little exploration and our mouths none at all. Our hands had gone under each other’s shirts, but no further. He loved the fact my nipples were so sensitive and he reduced me to a lustful, moaning mess with just those and his kisses. We hadn’t gone below the waistband of our trousers yet, or even over the trousers. Or at least I hadn’t to him. Nicky stroked my thighs and grabbed my ass all the time. And believe me when I say his hands felt good. They’re big, and they knew just how much pressure to put on and where to put it. His touch made me shiver. When he brushed his fingers over my arms, I got goose bumps, when he played with my chest, white bolts of electricity shot around my body. I was permanently hard these days. And man, did I want to feel his rather large cock up my ass.

But it was different with Nicky. I kept my lust in check. I may have had a few, well, quite a few, guys over the years, but this was all new to him. We were taking things slowly, at his pace. He needed the dates, the romance, the slow build up, the gradual easing into a sexual relationship and this time I was thoroughly enjoying it too.

But nights after we had been out on a date? They soon got heated.

A typical post-date night involved us wrapped around each other on a chair or couch, kissing like a pair of sex starved teenagers. Tongues exploring, massaging, tasting, hands roaming over backs and chests, moans and panting filling the room. We’d grind our crotches together, desperate for some friction on our rock hard cocks, feeling a growing and desperate need to cum. Our boxers would be stuck to us with all the precum we were leaking. We’d actually started to leave spare pairs at each other’s houses as going home in sticky boxers really wasn’t fun. Then we’d stop because we were too close to cumming and sit holding hands until we’d both calmed down enough to start all over again.

Occasionally it would get too much for us and we’d make a mad dash for the bathroom and bedroom – only one of us in each room - to jerk off, needing the relief of orgasm. When that happened we’d return to the sofa basking in the afterglow, both red from arousal and embarrassment, before entwining ourselves again and falling asleep in utter bliss in each other’s arms.

Although we both knew we were cumming under the same roof, we’d never done it in front of each other. Although we hadn’t been far off a few times.

So, on a Tuesday night when we went to the cinema, I was getting desperate. I really wanted to make Nicky cum and boy did I want him to make me cum too. I knew he wasn’t ready for me to wrap my hand, or even my mouth, around his long, thick cock, but there were other ways to make a guy explode. Seeing as we were already practically dry humping, I thought that that was the best way to get him off. And judging by how quickly I could get his motor running and how hard he was finding it to stop, it seemed like he wanted it as much as I did.

We stumbled through the door at half nine, his lips attached to mine the second I had the door closed. We bounced off the walls on the way down the corridor, struggling with our coats until they were in a pile on the floor. Nick nudged me towards the couch with his groin, the feel of his hard cock against my crotch and the pleasure surging through my body from his lips on mine made me as hard as him in seconds. He kept nudging until we fell on the couch, me on my back with Nicky on top of me.

Immediately his hand was up my shirt, pinching and rubbing my nipples. His mouth continued to work mine, his tongue exploring the roof of my mouth and massaging my tongue. He tasted of the blue ice drink and popcorn he had had at the cinema. He was rubbing his crotch against me as he pinched the tender and engorged nubs my nipples had become. My back arched off the sofa and I groaned into his mouth.

“Ahhhh, Nicky!” I felt him smiling against my mouth and his head dipped to my neck where he began to place butterfly kisses, concentrating on the spot under my jaw which made me shiver. Nick began to thrust his crotch into mine, softly, slowly. But that wasn’t what I wanted or needed.

“Yes...please.”

“Please what, G?”

“Please...faster....harder.”

Nick looked confused for a few seconds; I could see the cogs in his head whirring. Then he realised what I meant and began to thrust his hard on into mine at a faster pace. Mine was pressed tight against the rear of my button fly where the friction was driving me crazy. And judging by how erratic Nick’s breathing was becoming, I guessed he was in a similar situation. Precum had leaked from my tip, making it rub so smoothly over my boxers, the pleasure increasing ten fold.

“Shit...Sunshine...you feel so...good...under me.”

He was rolling his hips by now, his hands either side of my head to give him better leverage. I wrapped my legs around his back giving him a better angle to push into me from and to stop him moving away. I knew as soon as he started to get close he would try and pull back. If I could just hold him a little longer than normal, he would be able to see what he did to me.

Since we had walked through the door I had made the decision that I was going to cum first. If I could show him that I felt comfortable enough to shoot in front of him, how much he turned me on, what his mouth and hands did to me...well, maybe he would feel comfortable enough to cum for me, too. But if he couldn’t or didn’t want to, I wasn’t going to force him.

I began to buck my hips into him and grabbed his ass to pull him tightly down into me. I held him snug against me, grinding into him, my head thrown back and my back arched. I could barely draw breath and I could feel a white hot heat building at the base of my spine. I knew my face and chest were flushed red and I could feel sweat on my forehead. My whole body felt like it was about to spontaneously combust. My orgasm was approaching. And quickly. I hoped Nicky didn’t notice too soon or I would be in the bedroom on my own, thinking about him all alone in the bathroom, before I knew it.

My thrusts became almost brutal as I chased the sparks that flew up my spine. I could feel electricity tingling under my fingertips where I was holding Nicky to me and my balls were drawing up. The damp patch in my boxers was growing, and I knew I was going to cum any second. I wasn’t going to hold back this time.

“Yes...oh God, yes,” I moaned. At that moment, Nicky seemed to catch on.

“Ok, G...we better...stop.”

“No....please...just a couple...more thrusts.”

Nicky slowed his pace, so I sped up. I was so close, I didn’t think I could stop regardless of what anyone said to me.

“G ....we have to....stop....you’re ....close.”

Nick was panting above me. My breath had begun to hitch; I was at the point of no return.

“No...shit....finish...oh, Christ.” I was pushing myself up to Nicky as hard and fast as I could and he had unconsciously begun to speed up and thrust harder again.

“G ...but...” And he gave up. I was cumming and there wasn’t a damn thing that could be done about it. My body bucked wildly and my hands gripped the sofa cushions. I could feel my cock pulsing as my cum filled my boxers, warm and sticky against my crotch.

“Nick...cumming....yes...YES!” I flopped back down onto the sofa, sated and grinning. Nicky stopped straight away, open mouthed, flushed and cock twitching painfully against mine. He let out a low moan and his head dropped into the crook of my shoulder.

“Go on, Nicky,” I whispered into his ear. “Finish for me.”

He blushed crimson and seemed to be considering the idea, then he began to thrust into me once more. His lips attached firmly onto my neck, working on a huge hickey. I knew he was doing it as he was self conscious about the noises he might make as he came.

“That’s it, Nicky.” I could hear the pace of his breathing quicken, feel his body pressing tighter into mine as he reached the point where his climax was about to take over. He grabbed my hands and entwined our fingers and bit down on my neck.

Despite the fact he was gripping my hands so tightly and was attached to my neck so firmly, I could still hear the grunts and moans he made with each thrust of his release.

“Jesus,” he panted out when he had finally finished. His orgasm had been powerful, his body had shuddered with each pulse of his cock. “G...that was...yeah.”

I yawned and wrapped myself around him, sleep always close after sex.

“Sticky?”

“Yeah.” Nick laughed. “Sticky.”

“I don’t know why...” I stopped for a yawn. “They call it dry humping.” I could feel my eyes fluttering closed.

”Me neither,” Nicky managed, before sleep claimed us both.

The Next Step : Nick POV

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Me and Greg had been together a month and I’d already fallen head over heels in love with him. I wasn’t ready to tell him, didn’t know how to tell him. He was the first and only guy that I would ever want. And although I sort of knew that before I went into the relationship, that realisation still scares me a little. He seems so open and relaxed about it. But then he has a bit more experience than me. Not with women, but...hell, you know.

I was enjoying being there for him, trying to make our dates as original as possible, and as intimate and personal as possible. I loved romancing him with dinner, fine wine and fancy chocolates. But I’m a country boy at heart and Greg likes the simple things in life, so picnics and walks in the park were more the kind of things we wanted to do in our precious time off together.

Our physical relationship was slow to start with. I’d never been with a man and the thought of what was inside Greg’s trousers, while thoroughly arousing, was also a little scary. But kissing? Man, I would take that any time and as often as I could get. Greg could really kiss. He made my whole body flame with desire. And I knew it worked both ways, I wasn’t stupid enough not to notice the reactions of his body when I touched him, kissed him. Especially his nipples. I’d never even met a woman with nipples as sensitive as Greg’s. I loved to nip them, stroke them. It left him breathless and glassy eyed.

Despite the fact we were trying to take it slow, things tended to get a little over excited when we got in from a date. We would end up wrapped around each other on a chair or couch with our tongues in each other’s mouths seconds after we got though the door. I loved to pin him to the couch and thrust against him over and over again. I had been so near to cumming a couple of times, but I just wasn’t ready to let Greg see me that...well, vulnerable I guess.

If it got too much for me I’d excuse myself and go and finish myself off and when I did that, Greg inevitably did as well. I was always so embarrassed afterwards. Partly because I’d cum with Greg so near and partly because I wouldn’t let him see me do it.

I still remember that first time we came together. It was a Tuesday night and we’d gone to the cinema. I think we saw ‘Hellboy’ or something else comic book based. Greg chose the film. He also made me have this weird blue, ice drink and we shared a popcorn. I can remember the electricity every time our hands touched as we went for the popcorn together.

We made it back to his apartment at about half nine, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I lunged for him as soon as he had the door closed. I was hard in seconds and all I could think about was getting Greg to a flat surface where I could mould our bodies together and thrust myself to within an inch of oblivion. The nearest place was the couch.

Our journey there wasn’t exactly smooth and pain free but we made it and by the time we got there Greg’s hard on was pressing back against mine. I shoved him flat onto his back and pushed my hands up under his shirt, aiming for those delicious nipples. The thought of what they would feel like under my tongue, between my teeth, popped into my head and made me moan, but I pushed the idea to the back of my head. I wasn’t ready for that yet.

By the time the kiss broke, Greg was panting and writhing under me and I wasn’t in a much better state on top of him. Then he spoke and asked me to go faster and harder. To start with I had no idea what he was talking about then I realised that he was talking about the thrusting. I was worried what would happen if I did as it already felt so damn good and it was hard enough to stop before I came when we took our time like this. But he felt so good under me that I couldn’t help it. I put my hands either side of his head and began to thrust into him with all I had. I was leaking so much and I wanted him to taste it. In fact, I wanted his mouth around my cock. But I knew the second he slipped a hand down there to free it, I would freak out, so that would have to wait for later.

I was watching Greg so intently as we worked each others bodies and I noticed something change. By this point he was always glassy eyed, panting and moaning. But now he had wrapped his legs around me and he was thrusting into me so hard. He had grabbed my ass and pulled me down tighter so we were moulded together at the crotch. I knew what the changes meant, he was close to cumming.

I told him we should stop and he said he didn’t want to. He asked for a couple more thrusts. I knew what that meant. He didn’t want to stop. Tonight he wanted to cum for me. I wanted this moment so bad, but I was also terrified of it. I had imagined so many times what he would look like in the throes of orgasm, what noises he would make, what he would do as he came down. But I knew that the second I saw him cum, well, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself, and I would too.

But I couldn’t stop. I wanted to watch him cum, writhing beneath me. I wanted to know that it was me that did that to him, to see what I did to him. Up close and personal. Not just listening in the next room.

And suddenly he was gripping the couch cushions and his back had left the sofa. He was loud, screaming out the word ‘yes’ as his crotch thrust minutely six times into mine. I knew each tiny thrust was another pulse of cum escaping his cock. And I wondered what that would feel like on my skin, how it would taste when I licked it from my fingers.

I collapsed into the crook of his shoulder, still rock hard and needing to cum so badly with all the new images and feeling from tonight dancing around in my head.

“Finish for me, Nicky,” he whispered in my ear.

Suddenly all the nerves were gone, I was left with a burning ache in my cock and fire in my belly. Damn it, I wanted to cum so I was going to. I was still nervous about the idea of making noise, so I sucked on Greg’s neck as I did my final thrusts.

Without warning, the feeling of my orgasm overtook me. I could feel my balls draw up and my body shivering. My boxers were suddenly warm and damp. I didn’t think I had ever cum so hard in my life. I felt drained, exhausted.

Greg wrapped his arms around me. He was already half asleep. The last thing I remember before I joined him was him making the very good point that a dry hump is in fact anything but.

Hand It To Me

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Nick gently carried his boyfriend into his apartment and laid him on the sofa. He went back and closed the door before returning to Greg’s side and kneeling by his feet. He took a cushion that had landed on the floor during the earlier fracas and placed it carefully underneath the heavy cast on Greg’s right foot. Nick kissed Greg’s pale forehead before turning to the two people by the fireplace who were both looking down at the floor. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he left the room to put on some hot chocolate.

Greg looked at the quiet pair, crossed his arms and tried to look stern, his bottom lip sticking out in the patented Sanders Pout. But the corners of his mouth began to twitch. He tried to hold his pose but the laughter bubbled out of him and soon Abby and Spencer, his partners in crime, were laughing with him.

The three had been inseparable since their first day in Kindergarten in California and now they were all grown up, well, at least Abby and Spencer were. Most of the time. Abby was now a forensic scientist with the Navy based in DC and Spencer worked for the behavioural analysis unit of the FBI based at Quantico. They had always been a close knit group – but then so would any group of three super geniuses in a public school system – and they still got together as often as possible. But, as Nick had soon learnt from stories and now first hand experience, their occasional weekend get-togethers normally ended in chaos or injury. And when injury happened, it normally happened to Greg.

Nick had met Abby and Spencer twice now and they had been the first of Greg’s friends who had met him as official ‘boyfriend’. Meeting Greg’s friends had actually been one of the hardest things he had had to do in the relationship so far. Apart from getting naked of course.

They had only been together three months and so far they hadn’t told any of their work friends, and Nick hadn’t told his parents, although it had been the first thing Greg had done after the kiss and now they were desperate to meet Nick. Physically they still hadn’t gone past dry humping. Although in bed, when they were sleeping curled around each other, the clothes had now gone. Nick was amazed at how patient Greg was with him. And at times how desperate he was getting to do more...

“We’re so sorry, Greg,” Abby finally managed between fits of giggles.

“Ow! Easy on the laughter,” Greg cried. “Two cracked ribs, remember?”

Abby and Spencer stared at each other, bug eyed, for a few seconds then once again burst out laughing.

“Why is it always you?” Spencer asked when they finally stopped laughing long enough to breathe.

“Because, unlike us, our dearest Greg has never learnt when to stop.”

“You can say that again, Abs,” Nick said as he traipsed back into the lounge with the drinks. He handed them out before settling into the battered armchair that Greg refused to get rid of.

“If this stops me getting any, words will be had.” And he pointed at the pair who were curled up on the floor.

Nick closed his eyes for a brief second, thinking about all the things Greg could be getting. Or that he could be getting from Greg. God, he was horny tonight.

“As I recall,” Spencer began, “It was your idea, and therefore you have no one to blame but yourself.”

“Whatever,” Greg said, waving his hands in the air.

“So. What was this bad idea? What exactly lead up to the panicked phone call at work asking me to come home as you thought you’d killed Greg?” Nick asked.

“Well...”

“Yes, Abby?” Nick smiled, knowing this story would be good.

“Spence found a box when he was clearing his apartment. It was labelled ‘cock’.”

“Cock?” Nick raised an eyebrow.

“Yes. Cock,” muttered Spencer.

“Anyway, no one but Greg would label a box ‘cock’. So, Spence brought it with him this visit to give it back,” Abby finished.

“Ok. So, how did this lead to a concussion, two cracked ribs and a broken ankle?” Nick looked confused.

“Um... " Abby went bright red so Spencer took over.

“Inside the box was copious amounts of porn...” All eyes turned to Greg who smiled and wiggled his eyebrows. “And buried under that were some water pistols.”

“Ok.” Nick laughed. “I’m starting to see where this is going.”

“It was so cold, we decided to have the water fight inside,” Spencer continued. “And we planned to tidy up the mess before you got home.”

“But...”

“Greg slipped on a wet patch and ended up falling over the sofa...” Spencer was once again fighting off an attack of giggles.

“And then the sofa flipped over. One arm landed on my head and the other on my foot,” Greg huffed. Nick dissolved into a laughing mess in the armchair. “As I fell over, I landed on my chest, hence the two broken ribs.” Nick continued to shake with laughter. “And it’s not funny. It hurt like a bitch!”

“Abby ran around to check on him and when we couldn’t wake him we called you,” Spencer finished.

“Instead of an ambulance? For three super geniuses you can be really dim, you know that?” Nick shook his head at them, laughing again.

“Actually, statistics say that intelligence actually has little to do with your potential to be involved in an accident as it’s not just your behaviour that needs to be factored into the equation but behaviours of others and objects and divergent...” Spencer looked around at everyone. It had gone very quiet. “I’ll stop now.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the hot chocolate. Spencer had eventually gotten up to put the television on and now ‘Mythbusters’ was playing in the background. Jamie and Adam had come to the crime lab when a suspect who got coated with pepper spray had caught fire and Greg had been addicted to the show ever since.

Abby and Spencer had snuggled up on the floor, not actually wanting anything from each other but all three had always been a very touchy-feely group, needing the physical contact almost as some kind of reassurance. As he watched them Nick decided that he needed to be nearer Greg, touching him, holding him, so he stood up and walked over to the sofa, picking him up and depositing him in his lap where he held him tight. Greg put his head in the crook of Nick’s neck, inhaling his scent and smiling.

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The evening passed quickly, the three friends joking and laughing and Nick basking in the atmosphere that the four had created in the cosy living room of Greg’s slightly messy apartment. It soon began to get late and Nick decided it was time for dinner. Still feeling guilty for Greg’s broken ankle, the broken ribs and his concussion, Abby took over and made her special lasagne, putting a large dish of it, some salad and some garlic bread in the middle of the table. Nick opened a bottle of wine while Spencer helped Greg to the table, Greg mumbling all the way about how Spencer deserved to suffer under the weight of carrying him as this was all his fault, and Spencer struggling not to drop Greg as he laughed.

Around the table, and lubricated by the third bottle of wine, they got to talking.

“So, how did you guys actually end up getting together? Because all I can remember is the constant phone calls from Greg telling me about this Texas cowboy and how hot he was and how much he wanted to...”

“Abby!” Greg warned.

Nick looked at Greg, an eyebrow raised, and Greg blushed and smiled back before staring at his plate and pushing a piece of celery around with his fork.

“Where was I? Phone calls. Hotness. Ah yes! But saying you weren’t into guys so it would never happen. God, he was whiny for a while.”

Greg made noises of protest, but Nick wrapped his arm around his shoulder and his hand ended up on Greg’s mouth, blocking any further attempts to refute Abby’s words.

“But then suddenly the whining stopped and whenever I mentioned you he started giggling. So I guessed something happened, but I wasn’t exactly sure what, when or how. And next thing I know he wants us to come out to Vegas and meet his boyfriend. So come on Greg, spill.”

Nick let Greg go so he could speak, dreading what he was actually going to say. Greg put his fork down and leant back in his chair, his ‘story telling pose’ as Nick now called it.

“Well, I escaped from the lab because I was having one of my crying fits.” Abby and Spencer nodded, well used to them in the years they had been friends. “And Nicky came out to escape the heat as the air con in the building had gone again. He found me crying and decided to give me a hug. Which, of course, made me hard.”

Nick blushed, amazed at how frank Greg was with his friends and how absorbed they were by all the gory details.

“Next thing I knew, Nicky had pulled me into his lap, and I made the most of it, snuggling into him as tight as I could get.”

Greg stopped to take a sip of his wine and Nick began to get worried, knowing only too well what happened next but not being exactly sure how Greg was going to tell it. And just how embarrassed he was going to get as a result.

“So I’m sitting there, ready to be knocked into next week the second Nicky finds out I’m hard and something pokes me in the ass.”

Nick looked at Greg, mortified, and Spencer couldn’t meet Nick’s eyes. Abby clapped her hands and made wild hand gestures, asking Greg to continue.

“Turned out to be Nicky, if you get my drift.” And they did, only too well. “To start with, I couldn’t believe it. I wanted him so bad and there he was with me in his lap, wanting me too. Man, I nearly exploded then and there. So I straddled his lap and we kissed. Proper kissed I mean. Tongues, grinding for friction, the works.”

Abby giggled, watching Greg’s face as he relived the moment and looking over to Nick who was staring at the floor, as red as the wine they were drinking.

“Ah, not used to him being this open, eh Nick?” she said.

“Well, that’s kinda the problem. Get a few drinks into him and yes, I am used to him being this open.”

Greg smiled and leaned into Nick, his head resting on his shoulder. His hand moved to the neck of Nick’s t-shirt and he pulled Nick’s face towards him.

“Ah, but you love me really, and you wouldn’t want me any other way.”

And Greg dived in for a kiss, slowly placing his lips against Nick’s, letting Nick nudge his mouth open and feeling a tongue stroking his. Greg let his tongue snake into Nick’s mouth, the tip of his tongue stroking small patterns on the roof of Nick’s mouth and flicking the tip of his tongue.

“Ew! Get a room, boys!” Abby giggled.

“Good idea,” Nick said, before scooping Greg up and gently carrying him through the lounge to the staircase.

“You guys ok to do the washing up?”

The two at the table nodded, hiding laughter behind hands which they had placed in front of their mouths. Nick smiled at them and whisked Greg upstairs to the bedroom.

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Once in the bedroom, Nick put Greg on the bed and rapidly began to remove his own clothes. Greg tried to remove his shirt but ended up wincing in pain.

“Greg honey, what’s up?”

“Stupid ribs.”

“Do you need another pain killer?”

“No. I need you. Now.”

Nick let out a sound that was almost a growl and dived on to the bed, his clothes by now in a heap on the floor.

“Ow! Shit, Nicky,” Greg screamed as the bed bounced under Nick’s weight.

Nick looked immediately guilty and leaned over Greg to see what was wrong. Greg, once again, used the ‘Sanders Pout’.

“God, this is never going to work. It hurts way too much to be horny.”

For a brief second Nick looked downcast, but as always in the land of the honourable Stokes, love was way more important than sex, and if Greg wasn’t in the mood then neither was he. Only, he was. But with Greg injured he wasn’t going to let anything happen. He’d just sneak off to the bathroom when Greg was asleep. If he could wait that long...

“Ok, Sunshine. How’s about I help you strip off then put you to bed?”

Greg smiled and nodded his head, pulling Nick down ever so gently for a kiss.

“Well, that didn’t hurt!” Greg grinned.

“No, maybe not, but the second I climb on top of you you’re going to be in agony.”

“Or ecstasy.” Greg wiggled his eyebrows and Nick shook his head and laughed.

Nick slowly unbuttoned Greg’s shirt and slipped it off his shoulders, being very careful not to let him lean too far forward because of his ribs. Next he unbuttoned Greg’s fly while Greg complained about the nurses cutting the seam on his favourite pair of jeans. Nick asked him if he’d rather they took them off before they’d done the plaster so he’d have had to walk out of the hospital with a naked butt and his genitals on display. Greg just huffed and crossed his arms.

“You know, G. Maybe you should start wearing underwear occasionally.”

“Lacy ones or silk ones?”

“Moron,” Nick chastised Greg before folding back the covers and helping him in.

The proximity of Greg and the act of undressing him had got him thoroughly aroused and his cock was now fully erect, sticking out in front of him as he walked back to his side of the bed. It felt heavy, sensitive and it was beginning to leak. Greg watched him walk, loving how much Nick blushed at such a public display of desire.

“My, my. Someone is definitely in the mood.”

“Uh, yeah, but...it’s ok Sunshine. I’ll just...you know. Later,” Nick said, making the appropriate hand gestures which made Greg giggle.

Nick climbed into Greg’s large bed, making sure the covers were between him and Greg until he had managed to think away his rather persistent hard-on. The thinking, however, lasted for five minutes before he began to realise it wasn’t going to work at all. There was no way this hard-on was going anywhere on its own. He’d have to go and help it along.

“Uh, G, do you mind if...?” And he pointed towards the bathroom, already pulling the covers back.

“Stay,” Greg said, letting his hand shoot out and circle Nick’s wrist.

“But G, I have to...”

“Stay,” Greg whispered, pulling Nick back on to the bed.

Greg carefully shuffled up as close to Nick as possible so that they were sat side by side, their hips touching, and laid his left hand on Nick’s thigh.

“I’ve been wanting to touch you...for a while.” Greg blushed, realising just how much he wanted Nick and getting slightly annoyed that because of his two so-called best friends he wouldn’t be having him for a while yet.

“I’ve been watching you... thinking how beautiful you are...how perfect your cock is...how much I want to make you cum with my hand around you.”

Nick swallowed and felt his body shudder at the words dripping like honey from Greg’s mouth. As Greg spoke, his fingertips were running gently up and down Nick’s thigh muscle.

“C...can I touch you, Nicky? Please?”

Nick turned to face Greg, part of him was still terrified by this new relationship, by the fact that a man could make him feel this good, that he had already...dare he think it...fallen in love with ‘Loud Hair Sanders’. And he knew that he had been wanting more for a while, wanted to feel Greg’s hands, hell, his mouth and ass as well if he was honest, around his cock. Tonight, was he ready to let Greg hold him for the first time? To feel Greg’s hand stroke him to orgasm? He looked into Greg’s eyes and knew what his answer was.

“Please G, yes, please.”

Greg’s hand left his thigh and moved very slowly to Nick’s crotch. His fingers rested in Nick’s pubic hair, stroking small circles in it in an attempt to relax Nick. It wasn’t having the desired effect. In fact, it was turning him on even more.

“G, please, just...”

But Nick couldn’t vocalise exactly what he wanted, so instead he took Greg’s hand and guided it to his cock, helping him get a good grip. Nick gasped softly and forced himself up in Greg’s hand. Greg took the hint and began to slowly move his hand up and down, Nick’s own hand resting on top, guiding his movements. For the first couple of strokes his grip was loose, so Nick wrapped him tighter around him and then let his hands drop.

“Perfect. Just like that, Sunshine.”

Greg began to tug in earnest, building up a fast speed and a steady rhythm. Nick was gently bucking his hips so he got as much friction as possible from Greg’s delicious grip.

“Oh, G, that feels so damn good.”

Greg watched as Nick’s chest began to flush, as he tilted his head back and allowed his mouth to drop open, the speed of his breathing increasing with each stroke.

Nick let his right hand reach for Greg’s shoulder, taking a firm but gentle grip. He could feel his grip tighten as the pleasure increased. Greg was good at this, very good. He was adding a twist on each up stroke and as his hand began to move down he was circling the head with his thumb, using the precum as lube.

Nick was tingling all over; the feel of another hand wrapped around him was incredible. Greg’s hands were warm, his grip firm and his strokes agonizingly perfect. He could hear himself moan as electricity sparked around his brain, travelled down his spinal cord and finished up in his balls. He could feel his muscles tightening, his legs trembling, the need pulsing around his body. He was red hot, Greg was melting him with his perfect touch.

“Faster...please G...just a little faster.”

Greg increased his speed once more, the way Nick’s face changed as he approached orgasm, how the pleasure was written all over it, was a powerful aphrodisiac and if Greg hadn’t been in plaster and in agony he would be begging Nick to fuck him right now. As he watched, all Nick’s muscles tightened and he began to leak faster. His thrusts were no longer so small and gentle and he was moaning and panting, muttering things in Spanish that Greg couldn’t decipher.

“Fuck G...so close...don’t wanna...make a mess of the...bed.”

“Tissues on top of the nightstand. If you can’t catch it, cum in my hand and I’ll clean up after.”

“O...o...ok.”

Nick felt his balls beginning to draw up, hissing in his ears as his blood pumped so fast round his body, his heart rate was through the roof and he knew that any second now he would fall, screaming, over the edge. And from the way it was building, this orgasm was going to be good.

“Can’t...catch...gonna ...ooohhhh...now...shit!”

He felt his body tense completely then the tremors rocked him, loud moans forcing themselves from his throat, his back arching off the bed as he began to empty himself into Greg’s cupped hand. Each new tremor was accompanied by a new moan or whimper, the strength of each release of his essence amazing him.

Once his orgasm was over, he flopped back onto the pillows and turned to smile at Greg. Greg was looking into his hand, smiling gently.

“Uh, well...sorry...about that. But...well...you’re too damn good at that, Greg.”

Greg smiled then raised one eyebrow before bringing his hand level with his mouth. Nick didn’t have a clue what Greg was about to do until his tongue shot out and began to lick his palm clean. Nick could only stare open mouthed.

“You know, I don’t think I could ever get tired of that,” Greg said, letting Nick lay him gently in the bed into a comfortable sleeping position.

Nick could only lay on his side, facing Greg, grinning. He was sure now. It was love. Yeah, sure, there was lust there too, but he was definitely in love with Greg.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

When Nick opened the bedroom door the next morning he was surprised to find a tray there. On it were two mugs of coffee and two plates of pancakes. He leant down and picked it up. Only two people could have done this, and of those only one had the common sense to use the kitchen without burning the apartment block down. He took the tray into the bedroom and gently woke Greg up.

“Hey. Sunshine. Time to wake up,” he whispered in Greg’s ear.

Greg opened his eyes and smiled straight up at Nick, his eyes soft and warm and bright.

“Hey.” Nick leant down and kissed him on the forehead. “What you got there?”

“Abby made us some breakfast.”

Nick put the tray down in the middle of the bed and passed Greg his cup and plate. Under the plate was a folded piece of paper with Spencer’s hand writing on it.

“Here you go.” Nick passed it to Greg. “It’s addressed to you.”

Greg carefully opened the paper then burst out laughing, holding his ribs and swearing under his breath when it became painful.

“What? What’s so funny?”

He handed Nick the note.

“G. So, words may need to be had - as I know that wasn't you making all that noise last night - but I have just two for you first. Hand job. And two more for good measure. Sound proofing? Spence.

 Hand It To Me : Greg’s Turn
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Greg did not like being him at the moment. He was having to take things easy, sit around, do nothing that involved vigorous activity until he was healed. So after only three days with his ankle in a cast he was thoroughly pissed off and completely bored. He was cranky, on an incredibly short fuse and he knew he was snapping at people who didn’t deserve it, but really, this sucked.

He couldn’t work, sleeping was difficult because of the cast and dry humping was out of the question as laying on Nick or Nick laying on him was sheer agony because of his ribs. So not only was he in pain and bored, he was also horny as hell. Three whole days since he had had an orgasm. Three days! The world was kicking his ass again . . .

“Nicky . . .” Greg said in his whiny voice that he only used when he wanted Nick to do something Nick didn’t want to do.

“What, Greg?”

“Nicky?”

“What, Greg?”

“Come hug me. Please.”

Nick looked up from his paperwork and sighed. Ok, so he knew how much this was killing Greg, what with his short attention span and incessant need for movement and sexual release, but he was beginning to wish he’d gone home after shift instead of back to his boyfriend’s. Especially when they hadn’t done anything in three days and Greg was looking particularly edible right now. The tousled hair, eyes wide and dark with desire and Nick’s A&M t-shirt and a pair of Nick’s black boxer briefs the only things on his lithe body. Greg’s fingers were idly playing with the remote control buttons. Those fingers had been the only thing on Nick’s mind since the day Greg had had a sofa land on him . . .

Nick closed the folder, put his pen down and removed his glasses, stopping to rub the bridge of his nose with a finger and thumb. He stood up, stretching, and walked over to Greg who was sprawled on the sofa. Once he got there, Nick picked him up and sat back down with Greg in his lap. He wrapped both his arms around Greg and gently pulled him into his chest.

“There. That better?”

“Much. Thanks, Nicky.”

Greg nuzzled Nick’s shoulder and sighed softly in a contented manner. Nick smiled and let his hand drop down to the base of Greg’s spine where he began to rub slow circles, the skin warm and growing gooseflesh beneath his touch. Greg began to wriggle in Nick’s lap, the feeling of Nick’s fingers brushing his skin making him buzz with excitement.

“Mmmm . . . Nicky . . . that feels really nice.”

Nick smiled again.

“Well Sunshine, you better get used to it as it’s all you’re gettin’ till you’re healed.”

Greg made ‘humph’ noises and pressed himself back harder into Nick’s touch. He leant his head forward and slowly began to place kisses on Nick’s neck, his tongue creeping out and pressing into his neck with each kiss, his arms twining around him so one hand was twisted in Nick’s hair.

“Greg . . .”

“I promise I’ll make you stop if it hurts, Nicky.”

“You can stop now. You shouldn’t be doing anything at all.”

“You weren’t complaining when I did it to you.”

Nick’s eyes closed and he shuddered as he remembered the amazing hand-job Greg had given him the night of the accident.

“You were still high on the painkillers. It wasn’t till the morning you felt what you’d done when you’d been . . . doing me,” Nick said, blushing at his words and at memories of the act in question.

Greg sighed and buried his face once more in Nick’s neck, this time licking and nibbling his way to Nick’s earlobe.

“But Nicky . . .” Greg said, an evil grin slowly spreading across his face. “Look what I’ve got for you.”

Greg took the hand that wasn’t stroking his back and gently placed it on his crotch.

“Christ, Greg.”

Nick found his hand on Greg’s very much hard, and judging by the way it twitched when he touched it, eager cock. He let his palm slowly move over the bulge, loving the way it felt so hard under his fingers but moved so smoothly. He could feel himself getting aroused as he explored Greg through his boxer briefs. Taking a deep breath and mentally shaking himself, he slowly took his hand away.

“No, Greg. You know we can’t.”

Greg took the hand that had been on top of Nick’s and moved it slowly under the waistband of the boxer briefs.

“Well . . . just because you won’t help me, it doesn’t mean I can’t help myself.”

The evil grin resurfaced. All Greg needed were some red horns and a pitchfork and the image would be complete.

Nick swallowed hard as he watched Greg’s hand wrap around his thick shaft under the material of the boxer briefs. He was too engrossed in what he was seeing to try and move Greg from his perch on his lap or stop him from touching himself. He couldn’t believe Greg could do this in front of him. It was one of the hottest things that Nick had ever seen. Greg leaned in closer to Nick again, one hand falling to Nick’s leg and gripping it tightly. His hand began to move up and down slowly, his lips fell open and his head leant against Nick’s chest.

“G . . . what’re you . . . maybe you should . . . um.”

“Nicky.” Greg stopped to let out a small moan. “I’m horny as fuck. I need to toss off, and if you’re not up for giving me a hand . . .” Nick snickered at Greg’s choice of words, “I’m damn well going to do it myself.”

Greg continued to let his hand glide up and down his throbbing cock, his breathing rate increasing and a rosy flush rising from his neck to his cheeks. Nick was completely stunned. He knew Greg would carry through on his threat and would masturbate, right here, on his lap, until he came. But did that mean it was ok for him to help him? What if he hurt him, especially by accident? Would he be able to forgive himself? But watching Greg pleasuring himself was definitely turning him on and he now had a pressing problem of his own that needed addressing.

“I know you want to touch me, Nicky,” Greg whispered into his ear, a small, cracked moan of pleasure following the words. “I can feel your cock against me. It’s hard Nicky, and it’s poking me.”

Nick swallowed again.

“But G . . . what if I hurt you?”

Nick was still nervous about touching Greg, and not just because of the accident. Also, it was because it would be without the comfort of a layer of fabric in between his hand and Greg’s cock for the first time. But recently he had been wanting to more and more. And now? Greg wanted him to, Greg was asking him to. But he still wasn’t sure if he was ready. Greg released his cock and took Nick’s hand and stared into his eyes.

“Touch me, Nicky. Please.”

Nick looked down to Greg’s crotch, his hard cock was tenting the boxer briefs and a small wet patch was visible where the tip of his cock met the fabric. He had to admit that he was curious. Would Greg’s cock feel the same as his own? Did it curve the same way? Was his tip and underside ridge as sensitive as his? He had so many questions and the only way to answer them was to slip his hand inside that underwear. He wanted to give Greg what he wanted.

”It’s you that’s making me this horny, Nicky.” Greg dropped Nick’s hand on his crotch once again. “It’s me wanting you that did this to me.”

Nick moaned and slowly palmed Greg’s cock once more. Greg let out a small whimper and rocked his hips. The tip of Nick’s cock brushed against his jeans as Greg moved, just making him more desperate to touch Greg.

Eventually Nick gave in. His fingers trailed over the fabric to the waistband and carefully slipped under. He hesitated briefly as he thought about what he was doing, but then they moved forward and brushed against Greg’s tip. Greg shivered and pushed up into Nick’s hand, a fresh drop of precum leaking out and coating Nick’s questing fingers. Nick was surprised at the feeling but it made him carry on. If that had happened he was definitely doing it right. He let his fingers trail over the hard cock he was discovering and then slowly wrapped his hand around it. It felt similar to his, it was warm and pulsing slightly, a good size, it fitted perfectly in his hand. He gave it an experimental squeeze and Greg moaned and his eyelashes fluttered.

“Oh, Nicky . . . please.”

Nick took the hint and began to slowly move his hand up and down. He watched Greg’s face as he did, looking for the confirmation he needed that this was what Greg wanted. Greg’s head was leaning against his chest, one hand had moved to his t-shirt and was holding it, balled up, in his first. The other hand was gripping his leg, his arm muscles so tight they were trembling. His face and neck were flushed and he was panting, his lips parted and his eyes closed. Nick began to gently rock his hips to create some friction for himself. The sight of Greg like this, lost in ecstasy because of something Nick was doing to him, was a powerful aphrodisiac and was making him desperate to cum, too.

Nick tried all the tricks he knew well and used on himself. He twisted his wrist each time he reached the head of Greg’s cock and was rewarded by his shoulders shaking with the tremors of pleasure that rocked through him. He let his thumb circle the tip on an upstroke, Greg began to moan louder, his hips thrusting gently, his breathing laboured.

“Nicky . . . shit . . . so good.”

Nick gripped harder and began to pump Greg faster, he rocked his hips faster as he did, feeling pleasure and adrenalin pumping through his own veins. He let his thumb rub the underside ridge for a few seconds causing Greg to jerk forward in his hand before carrying on with the strokes. He kept staring at Greg, thoroughly wrapped up in what Nick was doing to him, his face soft, open, trusting. He was thrusting harder and faster as Nick continued to work him. With each upstroke and twist of the wrist he completed, the movement of his thumb over the tip of Greg’s cock became smoother as he leaked more and more precum.

“You are so beautiful like this, Greg.”

Greg managed a small smile as Nick felt Greg’s body begin to tighten. His arms were already trembling but now he could feel Greg’s legs tensing, his breathing change, his breath hitching in his chest, his moans becoming more frequent.

“Soon . . . can feel it . . . close.”

Nick took a deep breath, starting to feel uncertain about what it would feel like to have Greg cum on his hand, because that was what was going to happen. In the confined space of the boxer briefs there was no where else for it to go.

“Oh . . . oh . . . oh,” Greg was moaning loudly and shuddering on each outward breath.

Nick knew from all the times that they had cum together on the sofa that Greg was about to cum but was trying to fight the urge to let his climax wash over him. And suddenly, his fear of Greg ejaculating on him was gone. He knew that the reason Greg was holding back was he was waiting for permission to cum. As always, Greg had read his mind and knew that this was the last boundary when it came to hand jobs. Was Nick comfortable enough for Greg to cum, well, on him.

“Don’t hold back, Sunshine.” And Nick knew the answer was yes.

“Yes . . . oh . . . God . . . Nicky!”

Greg’s whole body went into spasm, his breath forced out in a series of loud moans. Nick felt Greg’s cock pulse and warm, sticky liquid coat his hand. It felt strange, but not bad. He could get used to that feeling. When Greg was finished he removed his hand from the boxer briefs, wiping it over the front of them, and held Greg as he came down. He was still hard but it didn’t matter anymore. Watching Greg like that had been more than enough for him.

“I have never seen any one look as beautiful as you did when you just came,” Nick said in awe.

Greg blushed and then a mischievous grin broke his face.

“You think I look good like that . . .” And he sat up, putting his mouth right next to Nick’s ear, his warm breath wafting over Nick’s cheek, “You should see what I’m gonna look like with your cock buried in my ass.”

Nick could only stare wide eyed and open mouthed. Oh God, that image would be keeping him awake for months . . .

Greg sat on Nick’s lap, basking in the afterglow of orgasm and shifting around a little uncomfortably.

“You ok, G?”

“Mmmmm.”

“That good, eh?”

“Well, yes. But . . .”

“But what?”

“Um . . . two things. One, my asshole is tingling.”

“What does that mean?” Nick looked shocked and confused.

“It means I want you. Bad.”

Nick moaned softly, the words from earlier, the latest confession and his own lust combining in his head for a brief second.

“And two?”

“I think I might need a painkiller and a hand getting to bed.”

“Oh, G. I told you this was a bad idea.”

“Well, it felt pretty damn good from where I was sitting.”

Nick laughed, kissing Greg on the cheek, then carried him through to the bedroom. By the time he returned with a painkiller and a glass of water Greg was already asleep, basking in the post-coital haze. He kissed his forehead, put both items on the nightstand and returned to his paperwork.

He could only imagine what Greg would ask for, or do to him, next.

Mouth Organ : Greg’s POV

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A make out session is my favourite way to spend my free time. I love to lay there, my body pressed tightly against Nicky’s so nothing else can fit between us. They always start slow and tender, he always begins with one hand in my hair and one at the base of my spine and as we kiss, they take on a mind of their own and go and explore. They slide under my t-shirt and explore my scars, fingertips trace over my arms and nipples, he grips my ass . . .

Since the hand jobs, Nicky has become a lot braver and sometimes he even lets his hands stray down the front of my pants where he now happily strokes me to orgasm. We’re quite relaxed now, we enjoy regular hand jobs and dry humps and it’s very rare for us to go a whole day since my broken ankle without something.

The day I took the leap was a perfectly ordinary day. There was nothing special about it and I certainly hadn’t planned it. We were driving home from work when I was struck with a sudden urge. That urge? I wanted to suck Nicky’s cock. Right now. Only I couldn’t do it right now as he was driving and as I’d never wrapped my lips around his dick before, well, he was likely to get distracted by what I was doing and crash the Denali.

So I sat there staring at his crotch and salivating at the thought of sucking that amazing dick. It was the perfect size and thickness for my mouth, the head a perfect shape for my tongue to tease. I already knew what his cum tasted like and it was delicious. I was desperate for another taste.

My fingers began to itch with the urge to reach out and undo Nicky’s offending denims, unbutton them, remove the belt and slip a hand into his boxer briefs. I wanted to stroke him until he was hard and when I got that magnificent cock standing to attention, I wanted to wrap my lips around it, lap up the first pearly drop of precum. I could feel my own cock stiffening in my pants. I knew that I had the beginnings of a sex flush and I could feel my pupils dilating.

I closed my eyes, trying to will away the images of me on my knees, sucking Nicky off. I wanted them out of my head. But instead of making it better it made things worse as the images intensified. I let out a moan and wriggled in my seat, desperate for some friction on my needy cock.

“Greg? You ok?”

I turned to face Nicky and opened my eyes. Before I could stop myself my hand had strayed to my crotch and I was palming my straining erection through my jeans. Another small moan escaped my lips.

“I’m so fucking horny,” I groaned out, and I felt the first drops of precum oozing from my tip.

Nicky swallowed hard.

“Er . . . we’ll be home in five, G. Hold that thought.”

But I couldn’t stop myself now, not with that perfect picture in my head of me pleasuring Nick with my mouth, lips and tongue. I licked my lips, remembering how good Nicky’s essence had tasted, and popped the top button on my pants, unable to restrain myself.

“G . . . we’re nearly home.”

“Can’t . . . wait . . . that . . . long,” I said, popping a button after each word.

I sighed with relief as the last button popped open, allowing my cock a bit of freedom. Slowly I slipped a hand into my boxers, my fingers trailing up and down my length before I wrapped my hand tightly around it.

“Fuck, Greg.”

I turned my head to smile at him and let my hand continue to slide up and down my erection. My grip was perfect, it was making me tingle with pleasure. Nick had seen me touch myself before, but never to orgasm. He was in for a good show.

“Sunshine, we’ll be at mine in five minutes.”

I shook my head. I was not waiting, I needed it now.And besides, I didn’t think having it over in five minutes would be a problem, especially as I could see the tent forming in Nicky’s pants. I licked my lips at the sight, imagining my mouth slowly sinking down over that tasty cock.

“Christ, Nicky. I wanna suck you so bad.”

Nick inhaled sharply at the words and blushed bright red. He swallowed hard but didn’t say anything. I started to tug faster, my hand making the material of my boxers shift deliciously over my tip, sending sparks all over my body and a wave of lust making me tremble. I could feel my breathing speed up as I began to twist my wrist when I reached the head. My hips were moving, I couldn’t help it, and I let my thumb stroke the underside ridge and rub over the tip every few strokes.

Nicky kept looking over at me, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. I was watching his face and his crotch, his hardness encouraging me to continue, the look on his face making me moan with delight. I knew how badly he was aching, how his dick must have been pulsing, how much he needed some relief. I was moving at my favourite pace now, shuddering as I breathed out and my balls tingling with pleasure. I let my head drop back and I felt my eyes flutter closed. My mouth dropped open and I knew that I was making small whimpering sounds.

“Fuck, Nicky . . . so close.”

I couldn’t believe I was so close to cumming so quickly, I mean, I knew it would be quick, but this orgasm was approaching really quick. My legs were pushed out in front of me, trembling as my feet leant against the front of the foot well. My left hand continued to pleasure my cock and my right hand gripped the edge of the seat so tightly my fingers turned white.

“Nicky . . . wanna . . . need to . . . cum.”

I gripped myself as tight as I could, as I felt my balls draw up and my ass cheeks contract, my butt leaving the seat as my hips thrust forward in climax. I squeezed my cock with each pulse of cum, bringing myself down from the orgasmic high slowly.

I slumped back into my seat, sated and happy, just as Nicky pulled into his driveway. I removed my hand from my boxers and wiped my cum on my jeans, leaving just a little on one finger so I could suck it clean in front of him.

“Fuck, Sunshine, you are such a tease.”

He stopped the car and put it in park then leant over and grabbed the collar of my shirt. He pulled me towards him over the centre console and smashed our lips together, pushing my mouth open with his tongue. I sucked on it greedily and let my tongue massage his. I used the distraction of the kiss to slip my hand down to his crotch and palm his cock through the jeans. He pushed up into me, telling me how much he was in need.

“Indoors. Now,” he growled at me.

I undid my seat belt, threw the door open and jumped from the Denali, running to his door and waiting impatiently for him. He strolled up the path making me rock on the spot like a teenager outside the house of their first girlfriend waiting for her to come out for their first date. I knew he was deliberately making me wait. And I knew he had his coat in front of his crotch as he was rock hard. He eventually reached the door and made a show of looking for his keys. He missed the lock three times before I got frustrated.

“Jesus Christ, Nicky, get in the house and get your pants off already.”

I grabbed the keys, flung the door open and pushed him into the building, slamming the door behind me with my foot. As soon as the door was closed I grabbed his coat and chucked it onto the sofa, then I dropped to my knees in between his legs. I grabbed his belt, pawing at the buckle until I managed to get it undone. Mercifully, he had a zip fly today so I had that open in seconds and his boxer briefs and denims around his ankles in record time. I stopped for a few moments to stare at the wonderful sight before me.

I let my hand stray to his cock and wrapped it around him gently. I began to move it up and down slowly, Nick panting above me.

“Jeez, Greg. If you’re gonna suck me just do it.”

I didn’t need any more encouragement.

I leant forward and wrapped my lips around the head, letting my tongue slip out and lick a slow circle around it. Next I let my tongue lick the underside ridge and dive into the slit, gathering the first drop of his delicious juices. Nick moaned in approval and put his hands onto my shoulders to help hold himself up. I began to lower my head slowly, too slowly for Nicky who gently thrust his pelvis so his cock moved into my mouth faster. I made appreciative noises as I took more and more of his cock into my mouth.

My hand and my mouth both began to move up and down at the same time, my tongue playing with the head and ridge as they worked him. I alternated my movements between slow and fast and repeatedly changed the pressure I was sucking him with. My other hand travelled up his thigh and finished on his balls, gently rolling them between my palm and fingers.

Nicky began to pant above me, his hips thrusting gently as I let my mouth, tongue and hands perform their miracles on him. I made little moans of delight as I sucked, his cock fitting perfectly and his essence tasting so damn good. Part of me wanted to slip a finger gently back to his hole, but the leap from hand job to blow job was enough for my Nicky today.

I could feel his thighs tensing and his moans becoming more frequent. Occasional cries of “Yes . . . fuck . . . just there.” Letting me know I was definitely doing it right and he was enjoying it. But I know I’m good. I’ve done this a few times before. He was using the wall and me for support, the pleasure sweeping his body and rendering it hopeless in helping him perform even the most basic functions. Even breathing seemed to be rather difficult for him.

I wanted to drive him over the edge, feel him cum in my mouth for the first time. And I knew that, when I was getting blown, the best way to do that to me was to take me as deep in your mouth as you could and hum. So if it worked for me, maybe it would work for Nicky?

I leant further forward, sucking his erection further into my mouth. Ok, so I could deep throat, but it wasn’t particularly comfortable so I didn’t make a habit of it. But I wanted Nicky to remember the first time I gave him head. Once he was all the way in I started to hum ‘Ring Of Fire’ by Johnny Cash, something he put on in the car all the time.

“Fuck . . . Greg . . . now!” He tried to warn me and pull me away, but I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I wanted to taste him again. I wrapped my hands around his ass cheeks and pulled him tighter towards me.

Six pulses and gentle thrusts later I suckled Nicky dry then let him drop from my mouth. He immediately sank to the floor and I leant back against the wall opposite, licking my lips.

“Doesn’t it taste . . . you know . . . weird?” he asked me when his breathing was partially back under control.

I looked at his face, a huge grin splitting it in the middle and a sex flush still evident around his cheeks and ears.

“Not really . . . depends on what you’ve been eating . . . can be a bit salty, but yours is good.” I grinned.

Nick lay there breathing heavily for a while longer.

“You know Sunshine . . . maybe I should spring a surprise like that on you sometime.” He smiled and pulled me into his arms. “By the way, what was that tune you were humming? I kinda recognised it.”

I turned to him with my most mischievous grin.

“Ring of Fire.” Nicky looked shocked. That CD was never out of his car. “Now every time you go out in the Denali, you’ll think of me!”

“Oh shit,” Nick replied. “I’m gonna be driving to crime scenes with Catherine with a hard on for the rest of my life!”

I collapsed in a fit of giggles.

“Yep,” I said. “That, lover, was the general idea.”

Mouth Organ : Nick’s POV

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I swear Greg is obsessed with sex. Whenever we get even five minutes to ourselves we’re sucking face. But recently he decided to suck something else, and it was quite a shock, I can tell ya.

It all started when we were driving back from work. We’d had a good day, solved all our cases and were going back to mine for, well, I was hoping for a hand job followed by a bit of a snuggle. But Greg was acting kinda weird.

First thing I noticed was that he was blushing and then he moaned.

“Greg? You ok?” I asked him. I really thought he was ill. The only time he ever blushes like that is when he’s writhing under me as we dry hump or when I have my fist around his cock.

Next thing I knew he was palming his straining cock through his battered jeans, moaning away. Ah. I thought. He’s gone red because he’s horny.

“I’m so fucking horny,” he announced. Yep, my observation was correct. But I couldn’t believe he was doing that when I was trying to drive!

I swallowed hard as my throat had gone dry. I could feel my cock becoming heavy and lengthening. Great, that was hardly going to improve my driving. I had to make him stop as it was making me horny too. And if he could wait until we got home, well, then I could join in the fun too.

“Er . . . we’ll be home in five, G. Hold that thought.” I tried. I really did. But he carried on with what he was doing and then undid his pants!

“G . . . we’re nearly home,” I tried again, but it didn’t work. He just told me he couldn’t wait any longer. Next thing I know he’s masturbating furiously. Right beside me. In the front of the Denali.

I tried once more : “Sunshine, we’ll be at mine in five minutes.” But yet again my words had no effect at all. Damn it, he was gonna carry on and end up cumming in the car. Shit! It was a work Denali, he better not get anything on it . . .

Next he decided to say something that fried my brain.

“Christ, Nicky. I wanna suck you so bad.”

I know that I went bright red as soon as he said it and I nearly choked despite the fact that I had nothing in my mouth. Was he serious? Or was it a joke? Was he teasing me? But Greg wasn’t the type to tease. Well, only when we were actually indulging in the act, not before. What he said he wanted to do, he wanted to do. And boy, was I ready for him to do it . . .

Within five minutes he was whimpering, his head leaning back against the head rest and his muscles all pulled tight, He was gripping the seat so hard his knuckles had turned white. Suddenly his ass arched off the seat and he was moaning as he came, the front of his boxers quickly turning damp. I couldn’t believe what I’d just seen. He’d never done that in front of me before. I was so hard by now I thought I was going to explode.

As soon as the car stopped I pulled him into a kiss, taking charge and pushing my tongue into his mouth. He moaned and soon ran to the door. I decided to tease him and walked as slowly as I could, pretended I’d lost my keys then pretended I couldn’t open the door. It didn’t take him long to get desperate and grab the keys and open the door himself.

As soon as we were through the door he had my pants and boxers around my ankles. His hand wrapped around my cock and began to move slowly up and down. My breathing changed straight away, hitching in my chest. I couldn’t believe he was teasing me like that. So I said if he was going to suck me he should damn well get on and do it.

He leaned into my crotch and wrapped his deliciously moist lips around the head, his tongue slipping out and circling the head, the slit and the underside ridge. I began to get vocal, moaning for more. I had to put my hands on his shoulders or I would have fallen down, slumped against the wall and I couldn’t stop myself thrusting into his moist, wet cavern of a mouth. He was making these little slurps and moans, like sucking my cock was the best thing that had ever happened to him. I couldn’t believe it felt so good. Damn, Greg was good at giving head.

He didn’t just use his mouth either. His hand moved up and down at the same time, reaching the parts I didn’t think his mouth could reach until later, and his tongue! My God, his tongue is so talented, the way he can tease, lap and circle all those delicious parts that girls seem to know nothing about. I was moaning so loud I was frightened the neighbours could hear and my pupils were so dilated that I was glad I hadn’t had time to switch the lights on. Then suddenly his other hand had cupped my balls, gently rolling them between his palm and long, agile fingers.

Before I was any where near ready I could feel my thighs tensing and trembling, the familiar warm heat and ball of white hot metal building in the pit of my stomach. I was so near, I just needed a little something extra to push me over the edge.

And suddenly, bam! I got the extra I needed! He sucked my rock hard cock as far into his mouth as he could. Until now I had always thought deep throating was a myth, but here I was with my cock all the way in Greg’s mouth. And if that wasn’t enough, he started to hum! Man, the vibrations shot straight up my dick and landed in that white hot pool in my stomach and I couldn’t hold back. I exploded.

It was one hell of a hard and long orgasm and when it was over, all I could do was slump to the floor. When I looked at Greg, he was swallowing something. And then it struck me that it was me. Well, my little swimmers anyway. But didn’t that taste really gross?

“Doesn’t it taste . . . you know . . . weird?” I couldn’t help asking. He said it depended on what people had been eating but he liked the taste of mine ok. That made me redder than I already must have been.

Then I realised, through my post-coital haze, that the tune he had been humming was awfully familiar.

“Ring of fire,” he told me.

And God damn him if he hadn’t planned that. That was on my favourite driving CD, the one I always took to crime scenes. And now I wouldn’t be able to listen to it without getting hard.

I’d never be able to look at Johnny Cash the same way again . . .

Mouth Organ – The Return Of The Blowjob, Nick’s POV.

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Ok, so I am officially the happiest man alive. The guy who I have fallen in love with, but am still afraid to tell this to, called me his lover. And although he had just sucked my brains out through my dick, I like to believe he meant it in more than one way. Not just the sex way, if you get my drift. Anyway, he made me feel so good when he did that. Sucked me off, I mean. And said I was his lover for that matter.

And I’ve had blowjobs before, but no woman I’ve ever been with can give head as good as Greg. Needless to say he’s done it again a few times since then. When I ask him why he loves to do it so much, he always says it’s because he can’t get enough of my cum, which I find cringingly embarrassing. He says it tastes so good. But I know that at least partly, he says that just to embarrass me, as he always follows it by telling me that he loves to make me feel good. There’s that word again, love. It’s surrounding me right now.

Anyway. So I needed to return the favour because I wanted to show him that I . . . well, I really liked him, loved him. And I wanted to make him feel as good as he had made me feel. and I don’t think a hand job or a dry hump is actually enough to show him that any more. I know I could just say it, but something’s just holding me back. But I know that when the time is right it will come out. Just like me and Greg.

But I’m not anywhere near ready to think about that yet.

I know I’m ready to perform that glorious act now as my mind is always on what Greg’s cock will taste like, what it will feel like in my mouth, how running my tongue all around the head will make me, and him, feel. I know what his cum tastes like, what it feels like. So I’m not afraid of that any more. The thing is, I want to do it right. I want to make him feel as good as possible. And as I’ve never done this before, there is only one way I can find out what to do.

Half an hour later, my mind reeling, I shut down the internet and slumped onto the sofa. Well. That had certainly been an eye opener. But it did give me one or two ideas. First of all, do to him what I’d want done to me. Second, use any new tricks he had used on me, if I could remember them. And three, employ my new secret weapon. And for that I would need some supplies.

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Half an hour later I got home, carrying a small shopping bag, to find Greg sitting on my doorstep, waiting and tapping his feet restlessly. When he saw me, he jumped up and his fingers wriggled by his sides. I could tell he was feeling tempted, he wanted to reach out and hug me, kiss me, let his fingers stroke my arms, but he was holding back as we were still in public.

“Hey, G!”

“Hey, Nicky. Where’ve you been?”

“Ah, that’s my secret.”

His face broke into a wide grin and he began to jump up and down, I shook my head and laughed. Where did he get all that energy from?

I pulled my keys from my pocket and opened the door, letting us both into my apartment. As soon as we were through the door, Greg grabbed the bag from my hands and threw it to the floor next to the sofa, which could actually be a useful position for it to be in later. The he turned to me, his eyes feral, and pushed me to the wall.

“All I could think about today was you,” he said, kissing me hard, forcing my mouth open and letting his tongue slip inside and stroke my tongue. “I couldn’t stop thinking how good your cock tasted.” He kissed up my neck to my ear, eliciting a small moan from me. “How much I wanted a mouthful of your hot, sweet juices.”

He reattached his mouth to mine, tilting my head back and letting his tongue slip inside to deepen the kiss. My back was pushed against the wall, both his hands on my hips. One of my hands had snaked to his back and the other was buried in his hair, my fingers entwined in the soft curls. As we kissed, we began to unbutton each other’s shirts, pushing them open so our hands could explore each other’s chests. He pinched my nipples and used his fingertips to trace every fine line of the muscles on my chest. My hands pushed his shirt from his body, my fingers trailing up and down his arms before sliding to his back and trailing over the edges of his scars. I could feel him shuddering under my touch and a small moan escaped his mouth and travelled into mine.

When his shirt was on the floor, I swept him into my arms and carried him into the living room. I dropped him on the sofa so he sat facing the TV with his feet on the floor and his back against the back of the sofa. When he began to look puzzled, I slowly dropped down and crawled between his knees. I put my hands under those knees and pulled him forward so his ass was level with the edge of the couch cushions, then my hands reached up to his crotch. I slowly palmed the erection that has grown since our kissing began, feeling him press up into my hand. I smiled at him.

“Patience, pretty one.” He grinned at me, knowing I must have actually read the fantasy novel he lent me as I was quoting one of the main characters. “There is much in store for you yet.”

Greg giggled as my fingers reached up and slowly unbuckled the belt he was wearing to hold up his oversized, baggy jeans. I considered myself lucky that I was the only person allowed to see what was inside them and I treasured the moments when I got to adore his naked, lithe body. Once his belt was undone, I slowly undid his zip. I began to pull on the waistband of the denims and Greg raised his divine ass so I could pull them down. Once they got to his ankles, I removed his shoes then pulled the offending jeans all the way off. As usual, there was nothing under the jeans but a hot, hard cock.

He looked at me, puzzled, head cocked to one side. I know that he wasn’t expecting what I was going to do, which made the thrill all the sweeter.

Slowly, my fingers trailed from his ankles, up his calves, over his knees and up his thighs. They traced small, nonsense patterns on those milky thighs and I knelt up. Before I had too much time to think about what I was doing, I leant over and licked from the base of his cock to the tip, avoiding the slit for now.

Greg hissed and arched up unconsciously.

“Shit, Nicky.”

I grinned at him.

“Well,” And I placed a kiss on the tip of his cock. “I know you wanted to taste me tonight, but I wanted to taste you for a change.”

His mouth dropped open and his cheeks flushed.

“Mmmmmm, please Nicky. Suck my cock.”

I blushed at his words and stared down at the throbbing erection pointing up at me. I wrapped a hand around the base and slowly lowered my head. Greg’s hand shot out and rested under my chin and pushed it up so I was looking into his eyes.

“Nicky?” I blinked at him, lust visible in his melted chocolate eyes. “You know how much I want this, but please . . . only do it if you want to, not because you think I want you to.”

“I want to,” I said, smiling at the beautiful man, hard and waiting for me.

My hand was still wrapped around his dick, so I gave it a gentle squeeze. Greg’s eyes fluttered and he breathed out heavily. Encouraged by his positive reaction, I once again lowered my head and licked a stripe up his cock to the tip. This time I let my tongue roughly rub over the tip, tasting the juices that had begun to gather there. Greg stifled a moan and gripped the cushions so hard, I thought he was going to pull the stuffing out of them. Once I had got used to the texture of his cock on my tongue I wrapped my lips around the shiny, pink head.

Ok, it felt strange to start with, but the way Greg flushed from his balls to the tips of his ears made it worth it. As I sucked him deeper into my mouth, a hand wound itself into my hair and he gripped, just the right side of painful.

“Ohh, Nicky . . . feels good.”

I slowly sucked all the way up to the tip and then let myself suck Greg all the way back in again. It felt good. His cock was warm and pulsing in my mouth and the hand I had wrapped around him also began to move. Remembering how good it felt on me I began to move my mouth and my head in sync. Greg’s moans became louder and more insistent. I was watching him struggling to control himself, his hand on the cushions gripping tighter and tighter, his knuckles white, the muscles in his legs flexing and relaxing. His head was thrown back and his moist pink lips parted. Moans of ‘ooohhh’ and ‘mmmmm’ and pants of breath escaping at random intervals.

I took the hand from his cock and stilled my nerves.

Ok Nick. It’s now or never, and you want to, you know you do.

I continued to suck Greg off, letting my tongue tease the head and underside ridge. Carefully, so Greg wouldn’t notice, I reached down to where Greg had thrown the shopping bag and slowly pulled a bottle from it. I twisted the top off and squeezed a couple of drops of cool gel onto my index finger. I continued to suck, letting my tongue circle his tip and occasionally dip into the slit. I stopped trying to hold him down and let him fuck my mouth. He was managing to control himself so he didn’t hurt me, but he was definitely enjoying it.

I looked down at my finger and smiled around Greg’s cock. It was time. I let my finger travel towards Greg’s ass, hoping I got what I’d been taught on the internet right. I let my finger find the crack in his ass and he sucked in a breath. His eyes snapped open.

“N . . . N . . . Nicky?”

But before I could say any more, I found his small, pink pucker and my finger circled it.

“Oh, shit . . .” Greg cried out.

Slowly, oh so slowly, because I still felt a little afraid at this point, I started to push my finger into that willing hole. Greg’s ass muscles clamped down on my finger and he moaned, his whole body trembling.

“Shit . . .N . . . Ni . . . Nicky . . . ooohhh . . where did you . . . oh shit . . . find out about . . . mmmmm . . . this?” Greg panted out.

I still had his cock in my mouth, so I couldn’t answer. Instead I tried to remember what the video on YouTube told me about the location of the prostate. I turned my finger and stroked where I thought it would be, and the reaction, well, it was instantaneous.

“Ohhhhh, fuck . . . Nicky!”

And suddenly my mouth was filled with bursts of warm, creamy cum. Each pulse Greg released caused one more gentle thrust up into my mouth. I swallowed his release, letting it flow over my tongue, tasting it properly. Ok, so it still tasted a little weird, but it wasn’t bad at all. Doing this again certainly wouldn’t scare me.

I stood up and wiped my mouth on my hand, a huge smile breaking my face in two.

“Wow,” was all Greg could say.

I flopped onto the sofa beside him and kissed his forehead before pulling him into my lap and wrapping my arms around him. He smiled up at me, looking slightly dazed but completely content.

“Where . . . did you learn to do . . . that?” Greg asked, his breathing still ragged.

“Let’s just say, I get why you love the internet so much.”

“You fingered me.” Greg sat bolt upright and looked shocked. “Holy shit! You fingered me!”

“Did I do something wrong?” Shit, I’ve screwed everything up. It was too much. I thought.

“No! Fuck no! Christ Nicky, I love you so much!” And Greg threw his arms around me and hugged me tight.

There was the ‘L’ word again. Ok, so I now felt all warm and fuzzy inside, and I had this weird excitement building and a strange ache in my chest. And come to think of it, I even had butterflies in my stomach.

This was it. It was time.

“Oh, Sunshine, I lo . . .lo . . . I love you too.” But all I could hear was the rhythmic breathing of one very much asleep Greg Sanders.

“Oh well, another time Sunshine.”

Mouth Organ – The Return Of The Blowjob, Greg’s POV.

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At half past eight on my night off, I arrived at Nicky’s as we were about to go out on a date. Well, more of a booty call these days as we were really getting into the physical side of things. Generally, as soon as we saw each other we were hard – which could be embarrassing at work - and the second we were alone we were all over each other. And there’s no way I’m complaining about that.

I arrived at his place as arranged, knocked three times like I always did and waited for my hot and sexy Texan to open the door. Only he didn’t. I hadn’t got a clue where he was, as he knew I was coming over - coming. He he he. Sorry . . . where was I? And to make it even more intriguing, he wasn’t answering his cell. I must have tried the house and his cell at least five times each before I gave up and just sat on his doorstep.

Anyway, about quarter to, Nicky got home and he was carrying a small shopping bag. I just wanted to wrap myself around him and kiss him, right there and then. But we still weren’t ready to go public, not yet. I asked Nicky where he’d been, but he wouldn’t tell me. He said it was a secret. And since I’ve been with Nicky I’ve started to love secrets.

Eventually he opened the door and we fell into the house, and I pushed him to the wall as soon as the door was closed. Man I was horny. All I’d thought about all day was Nicky’s cock, how it felt and how good his cum tasted. He always asked me why I liked to do it. It’s because, well, firstly I liked the taste of him and second, I just liked to make him feel good. Next thing I know, one of Nicky’s hands was stroking my back and the other was in my hair, and it felt so damn good.

He undid my shirt buttons and pushed my shirt off, and I just had to do the same to Nicky. When his shirt was off, I couldn’t help staring at Nicky’s nipples. Small, dusky circles that hardened to little peaks when I played with them. I couldn’t resist pinching them and as he shuddered, his fingers trailed over my arms and back to my back. Nicky loved to touch my scars. He knew how sensitive they were and he really made the most of it. I still found it weird at times, but I could never let anyone else touch them.

By now I was panting and rock hard, so in need of a hand inside my pants. I thrusted my crotch gently into Nicky and let my tongue stroke his as we kissed. God, he was so, so, so delicious. I hoped he’d take the hint and either throw me down and dry hump me, and I really didn’t care where, or slip his hand down my pants and wrap that talented hand around my cock. But no. He did something much more surprising instead.

He picked me up and dropped me on the sofa then he crawled between my knees. I still had no idea what he was up to, thinking back I’d been in that position enough times so I should have known. But maybe I just didn’t want to get my hopes up. Or my brain was too lust filled to really notice anything. Yeah. That’s the one. He positioned me so my ass was right at the edge of the seat then he stroked my cock through the denim. Oh man, the pressure was fantastic. I pushed up into his hand, wanting more, but instead of slipping his hand into my pants, he took them off. I asked him what he was doing, but instead of telling me, he just quoted a line from the fantasy book I’d given to him. I felt his fingertips trailing from my ankles to my thighs, and my cock began to twitch when he reached them.

And then? Fuck. He licked me. One long, slow lick from the base of my cock to the tip. And shit, it was delicious. Then he said something incredible.

“Well I know you wanted to taste me tonight, but I wanted to taste you for a change.” And he kissed the tip of my cock. His lips were so soft, I wanted them around me, and soon. My body flushed bright red and I felt like I was burning up from the inside. Christ, I was desperate.

“Mmmmmm, please Nicky. Suck my cock.” So desperate in fact that I wasn’t too proud to beg for it. But then, I had to make sure that Nicky was doing it because he wanted to, not just because he felt he had to. “Nicky? You know how much I want this, but please . . . only do it if you want to, not because you think I want you to.”

His next words made my heart leap into my mouth.

“I want to.”

By now his hand was wrapped around me and he was lowering his mouth onto my cock. His lips felt so good. He began to suck and tug at the same time, making shudders of pleasure shoot up my spine. I was gripping the cushions for dear life and I wanted to fuck his mouth so bad. But I managed to keep control of myself. I couldn’t stop my left hand from wrapping itself into the soft hair on Nicky’s head. Man, his tongue was twirling all around the head and lapping at the underside ridge. It was truly, truly mind blowing. I didn’t know how long I could last; I could already feel my balls beginning to draw up and sparks shooting around my body. In my stomach a white hot ball of pleasure had settled, sending delicious warmth radiating all around my already overheated body.

However, I didn’t notice until way too late that Nicky had taken the hand from my cock and was about to put it somewhere else.

“N . . . N . . . Nicky? Oh, shit . . .” I screamed.

I couldn’t help screaming as Nicky eased his finger into my tight but willing ass. Christ. Wow. I think I remember asking him where he learned to do it, but at that moment all that was in my mind was the dual pleasure of a mouth on my cock and a finger up my ass. Then he did the thing. The thing every guy in the world should know how to do to himself and every gay guy should know how to do to his partner. Yep. He stroked my prostate. That was just too much for me and I exploded. I didn’t have time to warn Nicky and I ended up cumming in his mouth. And hell, I was even more shocked to see that he swallowed.

After he had wiped his mouth he sat on the sofa and pulled me into his lap. I was a little out of it, post-coital and sleepy. My whole body was trembling and my breathing was ragged. A delicious heaviness had poured into all my limbs and my stomach was a mass of butterflies. He had made me feel better than anyone had ever done before. It took me a minute or two to actually put the events of the evening together. He’d fingered me. Nicky had fingered me. And the last thing I remember before I fell asleep in his lap was that he had learned to do it on the internet.

Shit. Nicky is more kinky than I thought.

Welcome to Paradise 1. Nick’s POV.

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I used the key on the silver star keychain, both of which he’d given me two weeks ago, to let myself into his apartment. He now had a key to mine too. I’d given it to him the night he took me stargazing for the first time; the stargazing being his surprise to me that evening and the key being his from me. I can remember that night so well. I’d wrapped the key in a little box and he ended up putting the ribbon around his neck. He can be such a kid at times, but that’s one of the reasons why I love him. He still has this childish innocence, and I know I lost mine a long time ago.

I saw him and I smiled straight away. He was in the kitchen putting on some coffee, his iPod in his ears, singing along to ‘Who Knew’ by Pink of all things. His hair was wet and curled softly around his ears and he was wearing nothing but an obscenely low-riding pair of blue sweats. He must have just got out of the shower. He looked positively edible.

I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist; he immediately leant back into my touch, purring like a kitten. I have no idea how he wasn’t shocked, but he’s weird like that. He just seems to know things. I let my hands rub up and down his sides. He was warm and soft, the scent of vanilla was released with each stroke and his muscles were relaxing and contracting under my touch. One arm came up and wrapped around my neck as he snuggled back further into me. I let just my fingertips play on his chest, writing words in Spanish, letting my nails scrape over his nipples. He drew in a sharp breath and gripped me tighter before turning round and latching his mouth to mine.

His lips were soft and his mouth was eager; as he kissed me, his arms slid down my sides and came to rest on my hips. I nudged his mouth open and he let my tongue inside, his own sliding into my mouth and massaging my tongue and exploring all the crevices. His mouth was warm and tasted of mint, so he had obviously cleaned his teeth after his shower.

The kiss became deep and heated quickly. My hands travelled into the back of his sweats, squeezing his ass cheeks and pushing his crotch into mine. I could feel his growing arousal and it was matched by my own. He rubbed his hips against me as my hands left his sweats and travelled up his back, my fingertips tracing the line of his spine. I soon reached his scars and began to trace the edges, feeling his breath hitch in his chest. His arms wrapped tightly around my waist and he gasped into my mouth.

Greg broke the kiss and moaned, placing his forehead against mine.

“Oh, Nicky.” He placed a quick, chaste kiss to my lips. “Please, bedroom.”

I couldn’t help smiling; we got each other going so quickly. We didn’t always go straight to the making out whenever we got together, but tonight? He just looked so good that I couldn’t help myself. I wrapped his legs around my waist and reattached my lips to his as I carried him to his bedroom. I laid him on the bed and pulled off his sweats, staring at the beautiful naked body beneath me. His lips were parted and swollen from kissing, his eyes half closed. He looked dazed but undoubtedly happy. I hadn’t closed the curtains and there was no light on, so the moonlight spilled over his smooth skin, making him almost glow.

“Too many clothes. Get naked,” he said, wrapping his hand around his own cock and stroking slowly. I swallowed, my own arousal reaching fever pitch.

I stripped as quickly as I could, then threw myself onto the bed. I laid down on top of him, rocking my hips gently into his. He was moaning under me and thrusting his hips up gently to meet me. I slipped a hand down between us and gripped his cock, and he immediately pushed up into my hand, desperate for friction. He opened his eyes and stared into mine, his pupils wide and the brown seeming almost liquid. I couldn’t hold myself back when he looked like that. His cheeks and chest were red, and his nipples were two hard and lickable peaks. I slid down his body slightly, letting my hands trail over his torso as I did. His breath was shuddering from him and he was shaking slightly; chemicals rushing from his brain around his body making the pleasure signals so much more intense. I wanted to make him feel good. I wanted to blow him.

I let myself rest on his knees, placed my hands on his hips and bobbed my head down. I pursed my lips and slowly blew out onto the tip of his cock, watching him trying to fight the hands pinning him to the bed. I let my tongue slip out and lick a stripe from the base to the tip, dipping into the slit and taking what liquid was offered.

“Oh God, Nicky,” he choked out. “Please.”

I licked again and again and again until Greg was almost incoherent, a stream of babbled nonsense escaping from his lips between breathy moans and near sobs. I was still holding his hips tight as I teased him, but he was bucking wildly, almost succeeding in dislodging me.

“Please . . . fuck . . . please Nicky,” he managed.

I pushed myself up so I was looking into his eyes and smiled. He looked back at me, struggling to keep his breathing under control. I leant back down, placed a small kiss to the tip of his cock then dived down, sucking him in with one long, fluid motion.

“Ahhhhhhh!” he hissed, almost losing it then and there. I could see his face contorting as he struggled to keep himself under control. Part of me wanted him to cum right now, but I hadn’t finished with him yet.

I began to bob my head, letting my tongue swirl all around the tip of his cock, occasionally dipping into the slit. To start with, I set a slow and steady rhythm, feeling his hips rock beneath my hands as he wanted me to go faster. His hands left the bed and entwined in my hair, pulling the strands so my head prickled. I began to suck faster and harder and I took one hand from his hip. The hand travelled to the base of his cock and began to squeeze and tug in rhythm with my head movements. My tongue began to swirl faster, finding all the sensitive spots I had discovered in the months we had been together. All I could hear were moans and panting from the writhing figure beneath me.

“Yesssssss,” Greg hissed out, his hips bucking despite the hand still on them and his leg muscles beginning to tense. “N . . . Nicky . . . this feels so good.” I hummed gently, feeling him take in a sharp breath then let it out as a moan. “You’re a . . . a . . . fast learner.”

He was getting desperate. I could feel him tensing, feel his thighs beginning to press into my shoulders. His muscles were trembling and there was now a thin sheen of sweat breaking out over his lithe body. Greg in the throes of pleasure was an awe inspiring sight. I was getting desperate too. I wanted him to cum, to feel him shudder beneath me, to feel his cock pulsing in my mouth as he filled me with his cum. I could feel my own cock pulsing with need.

I sped up my movements, tugging him faster, my mouth taking him in as fast as I could, my tongue flicking over the head of his cock in the way he liked most. I took my other hand from his hip and grinned to myself. Ok, so I had no lube so I couldn’t finger him, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t tease him a little. I stroked his balls for a second, feeling them drawing up slightly, then let my fingers trail backwards to his waiting asshole. I took him as deep into my mouth as I could, slipped the hand that had been tugging him to his balls where I fondled them gently. When my finger was in position, I circled his hole and hummed a tune I had heard playing on the radio that morning.

“Fuck, Nicky!” he screamed.

Greg’s whole body pushed up off the bed and a scream of pleasure was wrenched from him. The hands on my head gripped even tighter, but it didn’t matter. His cock pulsed, releasing warm bursts into my mouth which I swallowed eagerly. His whole body was convulsing with pleasure. Making him cum like that made me feel so fucking good. With each thrust of his orgasm, I flicked my tongue once more over the head of his cock, bringing him down from his high slowly.

“Jesus . . . Christ,” Greg panted out as I slowly kissed my way back up his body.

I pulled his trembling form into my arms and rested his head on my chest. He clung to me tightly, his breath shuddering from him as he slowly came down. His eyelashes were fluttering and he was making a determined effort to keep fully awake.

“You ok, sunshine?”

“I don’t think I could possibly be better, Nicky.” He began to draw doodles on my chest, letting his fingertips play all over my pecs. “You are so special. I love you so much.”

I looked down at him and he was smiling. It was a smile of love, that much was true, but there was something else to it, too. I placed a kiss on his forehead and he pushed himself up into a sitting position.

“I want to give you something, Nicky.”

“Really? You don’t have to give me anything, Sunshine. But I certainly wouldn’t mind you returning the favour.” I grinned at him and he smiled back.

“Oh, Nicky. You know, I love you more than you can imagine. And I want to give you a very special gift.” He straddled my lap so my erection was between his ass cheeks, then he leant forward so his lips were beside my ear. “Me,” he whispered.

All I could do was stare open mouthed as he climbed off me, opened his bedside drawer and took out a couple of things. He sat next to me again and put the objects in between us.

“But . . . but . . . but . . . are you sure?” I managed to stammer out.

“Nicky, it’s all I’ve been able to think about for a while. I want you. Badly. And I want you tonight. I love you enough to give myself to you.”

My breathing became erratic as I looked at the objects he had put down between us. A condom and a bottle of lube. He placed them in my hands then laid back down so his head was on the pillows.

“I . . . I . . . um.”

“Just like you do every time you finger me, Nicky. I’ll tell you what to do.”

I uncapped the lube and poured a couple of drops onto my finger, and then I let my finger travel slowly to Greg’s hole. I swallowed heavily before circling it.

“Go on,” Greg said. “I’m ready.”

I began to push my finger in, breaching the muscle and hearing Greg let out a sigh above me. He arched his pelvis slightly as I continued to push the finger in. Once it was all the way in, I began to thrust it in and out slowly. His back arched slightly and he hissed. His body had begun to flush red again.

“You’re gonna have to add more fingers, Nicky.” He stopped to moan. “Add them one at a time when you think they’ll fit. And believe me, if I think you’re taking too long or going too carefully, I’ll ask for more.”

I swallowed again and withdrew my finger, pouring more lube onto it and the one next to it before easing them back into Greg’s ass. He let out a low moan and his hands grabbed the sheets. I thrust them slowly to start with then increased in speed, making sure I angled them to brush his prostate. Each time I touched it, he shuddered and cried out and the muscles inside him clamped down on my finger.

“S . . . s . . . scissor them. You need to . . . ooohhh . . . stretch me.”

I began to scissor my fingers and Greg began to moan louder, his head beginning to thrash from side to side. His cock, so recently spent, had begun to harden again, the tip becoming an angry red. I continued my work, watching the pleasure my touch was giving him. I could feel my cock, heavy and pulsing between my legs. He was so tight around my fingers, so how was he going to feel around my cock? I groaned slightly.

“I need . . . need . . . another f . . . f . . . finger . . . you’re . . . bigger than . . . my toys.”

I now had the glorious vision of Greg with a vibrator up his ass in my head and I could feel myself getting desperate to bury my hard-on in him. I added another finger and began to thrust faster. His cock was leaking and he was shouting things in Norwegian. I knew some of them by now and judging by the ones I knew, I didn’t want to know what the others were. I kept curling my fingers to tease his sweet spot, watching his pleasure mounting. His back was arched and his muscles tightening.

“S . . . stop,” he moaned out. Then he lifted his head from the pillows to look me in the eyes. “I’m ready, Nicky. Make love to me.”

I was too stunned to move for a second, my fingers in his ass stilling,

“O . . . o . . . ok.”

I removed my fingers but was too stunned to really do anything. Greg pushed himself up on his elbows, picked up the condom and passed it to me. With shaky hands, I undid the packaging then rolled it down my hard-on.

”Lube it, Nicky.”

I picked up the lube and poured some into my hand before liberally coating my cock. Greg laid back down and then I kneeled between his legs. I placed my tip against his hole then looked into his eyes, they were wide and sparkling. He nodded and opened his legs a little wider. I laid on him and carefully began to ease my cock into that glorious hole.

When I was inside, I could feel lightning bolts flashing inside my skull. He was so warm, so tight. Like nothing I had ever felt before. I nearly came and had to close my eyes and take slow, steady breaths to pull myself back from the edge. I could feel his cock squashed between our bodies and his chest rising and falling below me. He wrapped his legs around me and pulled me in as far as he could.

“Move,” he whispered.

I began to gently thrust in and out of his hole, slow and steady to start with. It felt so good and I was having trouble reigning myself in. Soon, I got into a rhythm that felt good and I leaned down and let my forehead rest on his before letting our lips find each other. The kiss was soft and gentle, my hips moving as I continued to thrust into the tight crevice that was giving Greg as much pleasure as it was me.

Greg was meeting my thrusts eagerly, twisting his hips slightly so the head of my cock repeatedly brushed his sweet spot. He was moaning and trembling and I could hear myself muttering. Although I really didn’t know what I was muttering. All I could think about was tightness around my cock, the warmth of the body under me, the expression of ecstasy on Greg’s face. I could feel my body signalling to me to go faster, so I did. I sped up my thrusts, pounding into him with abandon.

“Yes . . . harder, Nicky . . . faster . . . please.”

I was rapidly approaching my climax. My muscles were pulled tight, sparks were shooting up my spine. My balls were pulled tight and my blood was boiling, making my whole body feel as if it was on fire. I had shivers running up and down my spine and a white ball of heat resting in my groin. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold back. I wanted Greg to cum first. I wanted our first time together to be as good for him as it was for me.

Greg’s hand reached down under my chin and I stopped thrusting.

“It’s o . . . o . . . ok. I’m gonna . . . cum . . . any second. Cum . . . when y . . . y . . . you need . . . to.”

I moaned and began to thrust again, my eyes now closed and the only thing in my head was the white noise and static that always filled my head before orgasm. Greg was now bucking wildly under me, his fingernails digging crescent welts into my shoulder. He shifted his hips slightly and gripped me so tightly with his arms and legs that I thought he would crush me, and then bang. His body arched up, throwing me slightly off balance.

“Yesssss! Nicky!” he screamed.

His body bucked under me, his nails digging in and drawing blood. His heels pushed into my hips hard enough to leave bruises.

“Oh . . . oh . . . oh . . . oh,” he cried, each cry signalling a pulse of cum landing on his own chest.

I couldn’t believe how it felt to be inside Greg as he was cumming. His ass was contracting and relaxing around me rapidly, almost like I was getting a hand-job from inside. He was so beautiful as his orgasm racked his body. Ok, so I’d seen it so many times. But never like this. It was too much. Stars exploded behind my eyes and I came. I thrusted with each pulse of cum, feeling moans and screams of ‘yes’ flying from my mouth.

I collapsed on top of Greg, panting and sweaty. His arms came up and wrapped around me, holding me tight as I came down from the most amazing orgasm of my life.

“Easy, easy,” he whispered in my ear as I shuddered and struggled for breath. I looked at him and smiled.

“Wow.”

“Indeed.” He smiled, placing a small kiss to my forehead.

“That was incredible.”

“You’re not kidding.”

We lay there, holding each other for a while, letting our breathing come back under control. I was bathed in an amazing afterglow, my whole body tingling and deliciously heavy. He kept running his fingertips up and down my arms, keeping me on the edge of pleasure for as long as he could.

“You know,” he whispered, “It’s quite rare for a guy who is bottoming to cum from . . . um . . . penetration alone.” He blushed slightly. “Ok, so I knew I could. But it doesn’t often happen like that.”

I smiled at him, watching as his eyelashes fluttered down, struggling to keep awake.

“I’m impressed,” He sighed out.

I wrapped my arms around him tighter, stroking his back as his breathing began to even out. I couldn’t believe how much I loved him, how close I came to losing him, how much I knew now I couldn’t live without him. I realised he was fast asleep. For half an hour, I just watched him sleeping and pulled him closer, tightening my grip on him.

Greg yawned and slowly opened his eyes, his face breaking into a smile as he stared up at me.

“I’m not going anywhere, Nicky,” he mumbled, before nuzzling his cheek against my chest.

“Sorry.” I felt myself blush. Again, he just knew, how was he always able to read my thoughts?

“Just...the lab...and after tonight ...well...”

“It’s ok, Nicky. I understand.” He was drawing little circles on my chest and I could feel tendrils of lust begin to unfurl again.

“I don’t think you do fully, Greg. You see...”

“Then make me.” He pushed himself up onto his elbows, his head cocked to one side.

“I ...uh ...Christ, why is this so damn hard?”

“It isn’t ...yet. But say the right thing, and who knows?” he was giggling and wriggling his eyebrows as his hand was now on my cock once more.

“I don’t know why, but I’ve wanted to say this for so long. And for some reason, I just couldn’t. It scared me. It still does a little. And I have no idea why, because nothing could be as right or as perfect as this. When the explosion happened, I couldn’t handle it. I thought I’d lost you. I was terrified.” I felt tears pricking my eyelids so I wiped them away. “From the first moment we kissed, maybe even before that, I knew. But I’d never been there before. I thought I had, but I hadn’t. I...I’ve...I’ve fallen in love with you, Greg.”

Greg’s face immediately broke into the biggest grin I’ve ever seen.

“Oh, Nicky!” He lunged forward, and kissed me, our tongues playing until we had to break apart for air. “Oh Nicky, I love you too!” And he pulled me back on top of him.

“That wasn’t so hard after all,” I said, relieved that I’d finally been able to tell the love of my life that that’s exactly what he was.

“Really?” Greg giggled, letting his hand slide to my crotch. “Could’ve fooled me!”

Welcome to Paradise 1. Greg’s POV.

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He must have let himself in with the key I gave him, because suddenly there he was, wrapped around me, stroking my sides. I was wearing vanilla body butter, the edible kind. I’d brought it a while back as the smell of vanilla was one of Nick’s favourites and it always got him going. I wrapped an arm around him and leaned into him until I couldn’t take the soft stroking any more and I had to kiss him.

As soon as our lips touched, my whole body began to tingle. My blood felt warm as it rushed around my body and it pooled in my groin. The kiss heated up quickly and soon, his hands were in the back of my sweats, playing with my ass cheeks then stroking my scars. Man it was making me shiver, the more I thought about what we were doing and how it was making me feel. Well, I’d wanted Nicky to take me for a while. And now was the time. Tonight I wanted to sleep with him. I wanted to become his, in the carnal sense of the word. Mind you, I knew now I wanted to become his in other ways, too.

As soon as the kiss broke, I asked him to take me to the bedroom, I couldn’t wait any longer, and no sooner were we there than he had removed my sweats and he was just staring at me in the dark room. His smile looked huge in the moonlight, wolfish, like he was going to devour me on the spot. I loved the fact that I could do that to him so easily.

“Too many clothes. Get naked,” I ordered him as I grabbed my cock. I needed friction, now. And the urge to be taken was driving me frantic. Plus he’d speed up if I was playing with myself.

It didn’t take long for Nicky to get on top of me and begin to dry hump me. His body on top of mine felt so good, so I began to thrust back against him. Then suddenly, he slid his warm hand between us and circled my cock, giving it a few gentle tugs. Next thing I know, he let it go, slid down my legs and licked my cock. Ok, so I wanted to be fucked, but this would do for now. I begged him to suck me and eventually he did.

He sucked and licked, using his hand to tug my cock in rhythm with his head movements. He’d become so good at giving head that I knew it wasn’t going to last long. I was feeling really good already. My orgasm was building, I felt like I was a thread drawn so tight I was about to snap under the pressure. I could barely breathe and I was so aroused. My cock was throbbing and by now so was my asshole. He hummed something vaguely familiar as he sucked me and then I felt his finger at my hole. It was too much. Planets collided behind my eyes and I screamed, my cock emptying itself into his mouth.

I came down slowly as his tongue kept swiping over the tip of my cock. I was trembling, The orgasm had been good. Now was the time to tell Nicky what I really wanted this evening.

“I want to give you something, Nicky,” I said. “I love you more than you can imagine. And I want to give you a very special gift.” I straddled his lap and his erection pushed between my ass cheeks, telling me what I had to come. I bit my lip to stop me moaning as I leant forward and whispered in his ear. “Me.”

“But . . . but . . . but . . . are you sure?” Nicky stammered, as I got lube and condoms from the drawer. He looked completely shocked, his mouth and eyes wide open, pure lust radiating from his whole body.

“Nicky, it’s all I’ve been able to think about for a while. I want you. Badly. And I want you tonight. I love you enough to give myself to you.”

I know it sounded a bit trite and like something you’d hear in a film, but I couldn’t help the way I was feeling. Ok, so sex is an incredible pastime. But when you’re in love with someone? The person you’re being intimate with? It’s so much more than that. To me, the first time you offer your body up to a person you love is a very special experience. So he’d have to cope with the corniness.

He was a bit unsure about how to start things off, he just kept looking from me to the condom and lube, so I told him he should do what he did when he fingered me and I would help him the rest of the way. He lubed up and then began to push a finger in, breaching the muscle. I sighed in contentment and arched my pelvis slightly as he began to thrust it in and out of my ass. I could feel my body heating up; flushing red, and I arched my back to change the angle of my hips.

“You’re gonna have to add more fingers, Nicky, one at a time when you think they’ll fit. And believe me, if I think you’re taking too long or going too carefully I’ll ask for more,” I told him. Going slow was good. But not now. Now I needed him inside me.

Soon he had two fingers inside me and was thrusting them and curling them to hit my sweet spot. He’d got so good at finding it. Each brush of it made me shudder and moan. I told him he needed to scissor his fingers to stretch me out a bit. He was bigger than what I was used to, toy-wise or real life cock-wise. Eventually, he had all three fingers in me, opening me up, and I was reduced to a trembling, moaning pile of mush. His fingers felt so good, brought me so much pleasure. And I just knew his cock would feel even better. And now I wanted to feel it.

“I’m ready, Nicky. Make love to me.”

It took Nicky a couple of seconds to react. When he removed his fingers, he went still again so I sat up and passed him the condom, which he eventually put on. His hands were shaking because of the mixture of fear and excitement. I made sure he lubed himself up well. Despite the stretching he was still big.

Next he gently positioned the tip of his cock at my hole and pushed in oh so gently. Once he was in, he went very still. I remembered the first time I’d taken someone. Being buried inside that tight, warm space had nearly given me a case of premature ejaculation, so I knew why he’d gone so still. His cock was perfect. It fitted so well inside me, filled me completely. It reached all those secret spots inside me. I felt like he was made to fit me. I wrapped my legs around his waist when he had calmed down a little and told him to start moving.

He moved slowly to start with and my god, it was incredible. The feel of him inside me, the movement through the ring of muscle, the way he glided between my ass cheeks . . . I was moaning and talking dirty before I knew it. Luckily, I tended to do most of my dirty talking in Norwegian when I am that turned on. As this was our first time, I didn’t think he was ready for the Sanders Sex Talk Experience. I was arching into him, pushing back onto his cock with each thrust. I could feel my body trembling with need and desire. He was thrusting at the perfect angle to stroke my sweet spot. Nicky was muttering above me, his face an expression of pure pleasure. I needed more. I like it slow and gentle, but I’d been waiting for this moment and I needed it hard and fast.

“Yes . . . harder, Nicky . . . faster . . . please.” I knew I was begging, but I’m not averse to begging. As I’d show him later.

I knew that Nicky was getting close, too. I could tell by the way his body felt, the look on his face. But he was holding himself back and I knew why. When we were dry humping, indulging in a little mutual masturbation or mutual blowing he always wanted me to cum first. And believe me, I wasn’t far off. I told him to cum when he needed to as, really, I was about to explode too. I had white spots flashing behind my eyes and it was getting difficult to draw a full breath.

As Nicky began to thrust harder, I began to buck up harder, increasing the pressure on my prostate and the friction on my cock as it was trapped between us. I could hear my blood rushing around my body and I knew this was it. Any second, just one more thrust against my prostate . . .

“Yesssss! Nicky!” I screamed his name as I came. I knew I’d pulled him in as tight as I could and he would probably have bleeding shoulders in the morning, the way I dug my fingernails into him.

Now, I knew what happened when you had your cock inside someone who was coming. It was good. Really good. Those internal muscles were talented things. And it would seem that mine were no different, as the next thing I knew, Nicky was coming, hard. His whole body seemed to convulse and he moaned and cried out as he came. He collapsed on top of me, breathing really heavily and trembling. I pulled him on top of me.

“Easy, easy,” I said, knowing how the first time felt.

I held him for as long as I could, letting my fingers run up and down his arms, keeping him floating on a high for as long as possible. I needed to tell him something very special then.

“You know it’s quite rare for a guy who is bottoming to cum from . . . um . . . penetration alone.” I could feel myself blushing. I was an adult for Christ’s sake! “Ok, so I knew I could. But it doesn’t often happen like that.”

Next thing I knew, he was holding me so tight and I was coming around from my post-coital nap.

“I’m not going anywhere, Nicky,” I told him. He was trying to tell me something; something was bothering him. I just needed to give him the time to let it out.

Eventually he stuttered out; “Just...the lab...and after tonight ...well...”

I told him I understood but he insisted I didn’t.

“Then make me.” And I pushed myself up so I was looking into those gorgeous brown eyes.

“I ...uh ...Christ, why is this so damn hard?”

“It isn’t ...yet. But say the right thing, and who knows?” I let my hand stray to his crotch and gripped his cock gently, trying to relieve some tension, and perhaps stir some somewhere else. Suddenly he began to babble the way I do when I’m nervous.

“I don’t know why, but I’ve wanted to say this for so long. And for some reason, I just couldn’t. It scared me. It still does a little. And I have no idea why, because nothing could be as right or as perfect as this. When the explosion happened, I couldn’t handle it. I thought I’d lost you. I was terrified. From the first moment we kissed, maybe even before that, I knew. But I’d never been there before. I thought I had, but I hadn’t. I...I’ve...I’ve fallen in love with you, Greg.”


“Oh, Nicky! Oh Nicky, I love you too!” I lunged at him, grinning like a loon, then attached my lips to his before I pulled him back on top of me.

“That wasn’t so hard after all,” he smiled at me as he said it. I knew he was relieved he’d done it and it had made me feel so good, so special. To be honest, I kinda knew he felt that way, but boy did I need to hear him say it.

“Really?” I said, my hand still wrapped around his cock. “Could’ve fooled me!”

Welcome To Paradise 2.

Greg’s POV.

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I twirled around the kitchen as I finished unpacking the shopping, put the beers in the fridge and pizza in the oven. I took the cellophane off the DVD I’d brought and put it on the table in the living room where I knew Nicky would find it. He’d wanted to see ‘Gone In 60 Seconds’ for ages, and I wanted to surprise him. We’d been together for ten whole months and you know what? I’d never felt so loved, so cherished, so wanted in my life. Nicky made me so happy that I couldn’t believe I’d avoided falling in love for so long. But now I knew that Nicky was the one I’d been waiting for, so I finally let myself fall. And believe me, I’d fallen hard.

I walked around my flat singing to myself, dancing and smiling. My Nicky was coming over and I really couldn’t wait. I made sure the flat was presentable and as I wandered around, I realised I was singing the Dixie Chicks. Damn it, now even his music was seeping into me. I went into the kitchen and picked up the new packet of condoms and bottle of lube – we went through the stuff at a rate of knots – and put them in my bedside table drawer. We’d been sleeping together for two months and we still couldn’t get enough of each other. Our record was seven times in one night. It was pleasantly difficult to sit down the next day, I can tell you. Nicky knew my body so well now. Nothing felt as good as Nicky’s cock up my ass.

While the pizza finished cooking, I had a quick shower. The water sheeting over my body and the feel of my fingers rubbing the lather over me soon made me aroused, and in my head they were Nicky’s fingers, which made me hard and throbbing in seconds. I didn’t do anything about it, though, as I was saving myself for Nicky. I washed my hair, then jumped out of the shower, drying quickly and dressing in my favourite jeans and a Medina Lake t-shirt. I grabbed my favourite Manson album from my collection and bounced back to the lounge, putting it on while I looked for something, anything, to do to keep myself occupied.

The time went slowly but eventually the doorbell rang. I literally ran to the door and threw it open. The second the door was open wide enough, I threw myself into his arms, wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders before smothering him in kisses.

“Easy tiger!” Nicky laughed, catching me and putting his hands under my ass before carrying me into the building.

As soon as we were safely inside the apartment, he leant me against the door and placed his lips to mine. The kiss was soft and gentle, our lips brushing against each other until Nicky gently nudged my mouth open and our tongues came out to play. They massaged each other, stroking over surfaces and the pleasure slowly built. Our crotches were together so we began to slowly rock against each other. I could feel Nick’s cock hardening against me and, as I was pinned to the wall, his hands left my ass and entwined in my hair.

Then we heard beeping. Talk about a mood killer . . .

“Oven timer,” I panted out. “Pizza.”

Nicky reluctantly put me down and we both adjusted our jeans so they felt more comfortable. I walked into the kitchen and removed the pizza before cutting it into pieces. As I worked, Nicky had his arms wrapped around my waist, holding me.

“Wanna get some beers from the fridge?” Nicky nodded and got out four before taking them to the lounge and putting them on the table.

“Yes!” he shouted. “Gone In 60 Seconds. You are a legend!”

I walked back through with the pizza as Nicky put the DVD into the drawer and picked up the control before plopping down on the sofa and grabbing a beer.

“Come on, Sunshine.” He opened his arms and I happily sat down and leaned into them, letting my head fall onto his chest.

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By the end of the film, I was lying on the sofa, curled up, with my head in Nicky’s lap. He was stroking my hair as we enjoyed the movie. We had finished the pizza and were on three beers each, pleasantly buzzing. Nicky started to stroke my back, feeling the edges of my scars and letting his fingers dip to my waistband. I could feel my body responding straight away, as it always did under Nicky’s fingers. I could feel myself warming up, my breathing beginning to change. I rolled over in his lap so my back was now on the sofa.

The credits were playing and Nicky had turned his attention to me. He continued to run his fingers so softly up and down my chest and over my t-shirt that they were barely there but, God, it felt good. Then he got to the top of my t-shirt and instead of continuing over the top he let his fingers dip under the neck. He stroked my neck, bringing out gooseflesh, then began drawing patterns on my chest until his fingers reached my nipples. I knew it was slightly unusual for a guy to have nipples as sensitive as mine, but he really made the most of them.

He let his fingers trail lower and gently circled them. I drew in a breath and let it out as a moan. He smiled at my response and nipped one, eliciting a yelp from me and the first stirrings of my cock, which began to steadily lengthen and harden. He gently leant down and picked me up, shifting me into his lap. Once again he leant in and our lips met. This time the kiss was more demanding. Our hands went under each others t-shirts and we stroked and explored each other as we kissed. When we were gasping for breath, Nicky pulled his mouth away and began to kiss my neck. I threw my head back, moaning, and his talented lips made me shudder.

“Christ, Nicky,” I managed to whisper. “So, so good.”

He slowly placed me on the floor and climbed on top of me, covering my neck in kisses as he pushed my t-shirt up and eventually off. He pinned my arms by my sides and began to kiss his way from my neck to my chest. He stopped at each nipple to suck and bite until I was writhing in pleasure, pushing my crotch up into him and rubbing gently, needing to feel some friction. He did the same to me, his erection pressing into mine, and broke the kiss to suck in a breath as he shuddered. He continued to kiss down my body, letting his tongue dip into my navel before carrying on.

“Oh, fuck!” I cried out. “More, please.”

By now he’d reached my jeans and he let my arms go. My hands went to his hair, twining into the short but soft lengths as Nicky very slowly popped the button then inched my zipper down. All I could do was moan and whimper, raising my ass as he pulled my boxers and jeans down to my knees. He leant down to my crotch, wrapping his lips around the head and letting his tongue dip into the slit, tasting my juices. He slowly lowered his mouth further down my throbbing erection, swirling his tongue around the tip as he did. He let one hand stray to my hip, holding me down, and then the other reached for my cock, wrapping around the base. I choked out a cry and tried to thrust up, but I couldn’t.

“Please, Nicky . . . more . . . take more in.”

He sucked me in as far as he could, all the while letting his tongue play on my sensitive spots. He knew what to do and he was working his hardest to make me shoot quickly. He let the hand holding me down leave my hip and the other hand leave my cock so that just his mouth and tongue remained. He rifled in his pockets until he found what he was looking for and then I heard a packet being torn open. I was expecting it to be a condom but it was a sachet of lube. I had no idea Nicky knew such things existed. He let his hand sneak forward between my legs, a finger reaching out and tentatively stroking my hole. I pushed back onto his finger, desperate to feel him inside me.

He edged the finger in, curling it to reach my sweet spot. I screamed at the first contact, the pleasure unfurling within me. He sucked harder, let his tongue work harder and his finger stroked over my prostate again and again and again. Such agonisingly good little circles. I was panting, desperate for that little bit more stimulation to push me over the edge.

“Fuck . . . close,” I panted out.

I could feel my legs trembling as my body approached climax, my breathing was becoming difficult and my back had arched slightly, changing the angle of my hips to give me the most pleasure I could get. I could feel my whole body thrumming with tension and my balls drawing up so tightly that it was almost painful.

“Nicky . . . please,” I begged.

He began to thrust the finger faster and faster as he worked me, and that was it. My body couldn’t cope with the sensations any more and I exploded. I arched up so high from the floor I nearly choked Nicky and I could feel him swallowing with each contraction of my orgasm. It just felt so good. It was an incredibly strong orgasm that seemed to last forever, and as I began to come down, Nicky ran his fingertips all over the parts of my body that were naked, to keep me floating for as long as possible. I was shuddering and whimpering as my body once again began to relax; my chest on fire as the sex flush began to die down.

“Jesus Christ, Nick.”

I laid there panting, completely sated, struggling to stay awake. I could feel my eyelashes brushing my cheeks as my eyelids fluttered between open and closed. Nick crawled back up my body, smiling and licking his lips. He knelt up, picked me up bridal style and carried me to the bedroom. He laid me on the bed and stripped me completely before pulling the comforter over me.

”Sleep, baby,” he said, before stripping, kissing me softly on the lips and climbing in beside me. He wrapped me up in his arms and I was soon asleep.

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I woke up and realised I had been asleep for about an hour, Nicky still wrapped around me and also fast asleep.

“Hey, baby.” I stroked his cheek.

He smiled, stretched like a cat and his eyes fluttered open.

“Hey.” He kissed me on the forehead before pulling me in tighter.

We laid there for a few minutes, holding each other and gazing into each other’s eyes. Suddenly, a puzzled look crossed Nicky’s face.

“I . . . um . . . wanted to . . . um . . . ask you something.”

Nicky’s face went red and he looked down, avoiding my eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Does it really feel that good to have something . . . you know . . . me . . . up your ass?”

I smiled and wriggled for a second, thinking about the sensation Nicky gave to me, how good he felt inside me, how amazing his thrusts felt, how talented he was. I felt my face flush and let out a small moan.

“Baby, I wouldn’t do it if it didn’t. Feel good? You have no idea. It’s incredible. I feel so full, so good it almost aches. Like I’m going to explode with every single touch.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, oh hell yeah. So fucking good. Ok, so the first time it hurts a little, and if you don’t prep properly, yes, it’s painful. But I’d be more than happy to just lay here making love to you all day long.” I took a deep breath, wondering how to explain it better. “Remember your best ever orgasm?” Nicky blushed again and nodded. “Well, multiply that by a hundred and you’re still not even close. You feel like you’re on fire, that you have this . . . ball of pleasure inside you that is directly connected to your ass. Every stroke of your prostate makes your blood boil. Hell, it’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt.”

I pushed my body against Nicky and he gasped as he felt my erection pushing against his thigh.

“Just thinking about it gets me hard,” I whispered.

“If I wanted to, one day . . .”

“If you ever want me to show you, Nicky, you just have to ask.”

He went completely still and bit his lower lip, his ‘thinking carefully’ face.

“Could you show me?”

My mouth dropped open and I pushed myself up on my elbows.

This was a big deal. I hoped one day Nicky would want to bottom for me, but to be honest, I would have been happy with him topping for the rest of our lives. If I got what I wanted, it would be the rest of our lives . . . So for him to ask, well, wow. It turned me on more than I could have imagined, and I knew that once we got going, if we got going, I wouldn’t last long.

“You want me to make love to you?”

“I really want it, Greg. I want to be . . . well . . . one with you. Completely.”

I swallowed hard, trying desperately to calm myself down. I was so hard I ached and my heart was pounding in my chest. I carefully pulled us both into a sitting position, letting my head drop forward to place my lips against his.

“It might hurt to start with, but I’ll make it feel so good, baby.” I kissed him again. “I’m gonna take real good care of you. We’ll go as slow as you want, and if you change your mind, just tell me to stop.”

I gently pushed Nicky onto his back then straddled his waist, kissing him fiercely. I let my fingers run all over his body, tweaking his nipples and letting my tongue slip into his mouth. He moaned up into my mouth and I pushed myself up on my hands, letting my lips kiss down his neck and onto his chest. I covered his chest with kisses, nibbling and licking each rippling muscle on his torso until Nicky was almost frantic with lust and his cock was pressing up into my ass. His hands were gripping the sheets, his knuckles white, as pleasure coursed through him.

I reached over to the bedside table and took out the lube and a condom. I showed them to Nicky then placed them beside me and smiled down at him. I climbed off his hips and opened his legs, kneeling in between them. I picked up the lube and showed him once more, an are you sure? expression on my face. He nodded. I squeezed some lube onto a finger and leaned forward, sucking his impressive erection into my mouth to distract him. As I sucked, my tongue played with his tip, the pleasure making him moan and cry out as I enjoyed giving him head.

When he was thoroughly distracted and completely relaxed, I let my finger reach his hole. The first touch of cool gel on it made him scream and thrust up into my mouth, his hole snapping shut as tight as it could. I’d never been so relieved I could deep throat. I continued to suck as I circled his hole, stroking and tapping the pucker until he was relaxed enough to let me try again. I began to ease my finger in, watching Nicky carefully to check he wasn’t in to much pain. Once I was in him to the first knuckle I stopped, when I looked at him his face screwed up, so I kept completely still and waited until he relaxed again. When he was ready, he nodded.

“More,” he said.

I slowly pushed my finger further in, continuing to give him head as I did. Soon, the digit in question was all the way in. I stopped for a few seconds to let him adjust and then let my finger twist up to his prostate, finding the tight bundle of nerves easily. I wanted him to feel as good as he made me feel when he was inside me. I knew I’d found it as he screamed and his back left the bed.

“That’s . . . that’s what your . . . prostate . . . feels like?”

I nodded around his cock and hummed. He was tensing up beneath me as he always did when he was approaching orgasm. I slowly eased another finger in and began to scissor them, watching Nicky carefully as I did. He was moaning and muttering things under his breath, gasping with pleasure. I smiled around his cock. I was succeeding in making him feel good, and that was all that mattered right now. His chest was heaving as he tried to draw in air.

“M . . . more Greg . . . please,” he managed to moan out.

When his hole was stretched enough to allow it, I added a third finger, twisting, scissoring and stroking his prostate as I worked him. I looked up once more, his eyes meeting mine, an expression of pure lust on his face. Soon he was stretched enough but I wanted to make him cum before I made love to him. I continued to suck, my fingers buried in Nicky’s ass, another wrapping around the base of his cock until he was a trembling mess beneath me.

Just when his orgasm was about to hit, his hands came out and grabbed my hair.

“S . . . stop . . . wanna . . . cum with . . . y . . . you inside . . . me,” he gasped.

I took my mouth from his cock with the rudest slurping noise I could manage.

“Are you sure?”

He nodded and passed me the condom. I slowly unrolled it down my aching cock, still watching Nicky.

“Ok. I’ll go really slow,” I said as I lubed my cock. “I’m gonna make love to you now.”

I leant over Nicky and began to kiss him, lining my cock up with his entrance. As I let my tongue dive into his mouth I gently began to push the tip in. He broke the kiss and moaned, his legs wrapping around my back and pushing me in further. He was so tight and hot. Better than anything, or anyone, I had ever felt before. He felt like he was made to fit me. I kept easing myself forward, an inch at a time, feeling his internal muscles sucking me in. When my balls were resting against his ass. I paused again.

“It’s all in, Nicky. I’m inside you.”

He smiled and sighed.

“It . . . . feels good,” he said, almost in disbelief. “Move, Sunshine. Please.”

I began to move as slowly as I could manage, withdrawing an inch or so at a time before sliding back in. His hands reached for my shoulders, gripping tightly before sliding down my back to my hips, and he began to push down onto my cock as I pushed into him.

Soon we were moving faster, Nicky moving his hips to a different angle instinctively, his animal side taking over like it did when he took me. After a few more thrusts he began slamming into me and pushing my hips so I slammed into him. We were both moaning so loudly that all you could hear in the room were moans, cries of pleasure and skin slapping against skin.

“G . . . God Greg . . . feels . . . so good.”

I continued to make love to Nicky, brushing his prostate as often as possible. I knew I could cum from stimulation to my prostate alone and I didn’t know if Nicky could, but we had plenty of time to find out. But I desperately wanted to make Nicky cum the first time I made love to him, make his first time memorable and special. I was the first guy he’d been with, after all. I took a hand from the bed and reached for his erection, wrapping my hand around it as I moved with increasing speed in and out of him.

Nicky was thrusting up into my hand and slamming backwards against my cock. I was burning up, my body trembling, and every inch of me tingling. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold on as I could already see flashing lights behind my eyelids and feel pressure building in my balls. I began to tug Nicky harder and faster, desperate to push him over the edge before me.

“S . . . so close,” he panted out.

That was all I needed to hear. I began to work him harder, building the pair of us into a frenzy. Suddenly, Nicky was bucking up beneath me, his whole body flushed red and sweating.

”Greg!” he screamed.

I felt his ass clamp down tight around my cock, and then it continued to in rhythmic waves as his climax washed over him.

“Yes, yes, YES!” he shouted, as the last pulses of cum left his cock and coated his chest.

He dropped back onto the bed, trembling and gasping for breath as I made a couple more thrusts before cumming, the pleasure sweeping over me in waves so I felt as if I was drowning. When I had finished, I collapsed down on top of him, smiling.

”Wow,” was all he could say.

We stayed like that for a while until my cock returned to its un-aroused state and slipped from Nicky’s ass. I wriggled around for a second, my chest now also coated with Nicky’s cum. I pushed myself up gently, reached down and removed the condom. I tied it in a knot and threw it in the general direction of the bin, not really caring if it made it, before reaching down and grabbing my t-shirt. I carefully wiped us both clean before dragging Nicky back down, wrapping around him and diving back under the covers.

I watched him closely. He had a wide smile on his face and his eyes were drifting shut. I was fighting sleep, desperate to stay awake a bit longer so I could look at him as he slept.

“I love you, Sunshine,” he yawned.

I pulled him even closer, letting his head rest on my chest.

“I love you too,” I whispered, before the pull of sleep became too much for us and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Welcome To Paradise 2.

Nick’s POV

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I knocked on the door and waited impatiently for Greg to answer. I knew he’d be pacing on the other side, just waiting to hear the sound of my knocks. I was rocking on my heels, a massive grin on my face and hardly able to contain my own excitement. Quickly, the door was thrown open and it didn’t take long before my arms were filled with a warm and eager Californian.

“Easy, tiger!” As he jumped into my arms I grabbed him by the ass, pulling him in closer to me and carrying him into the apartment.

Once we were inside, I kicked the door shut and pressed him against it, pushing our lips together then letting our tongues explore each other’s mouths. It was a gentle kiss that took time to build. Soon we were grinding our hard-ons together and my hands had left his ass and were in his hair. He was pinned to the door, his arms wrapped around my neck as we rocked together. I was a bit nervous tonight. I had been doing a lot of thinking. I had special plans for tonight, if things felt right. So I dived into the kiss, loving feeling him wrapped around me, pressed against me, his tongue playing inside my mouth.

Then the oven timer started beeping.

I moaned as I put him down, missing his warmth against me and wanting to carry on with what we were doing. But my stomach was growling, so we walked over to the kitchen, me wrapping my arms around him as he worked. I got some beers from the fridge and took them through to the living room. On the table was a copy on Gone In 60 Seconds. I’d been wanting to see that for ages. Greg must have got it when he went grocery shopping today. As he cut up the pizza, I put the DVD in and got ready on the sofa, waiting for him to join me. I opened my arms for him.

“Come on, Sunshine,” I said, watching his face light up as he smiled at me.

He dived into them and put his head on my chest as we settled to eat our pizza and enjoy the DVD.

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By the time the credits were rolling, Greg had his head in my lap and was curled up on the sofa. Man, he looked so adorable like that, it made my heart melt. I reached out and let my fingers land on his chest. You know, I couldn’t help touching him. It was like an addiction. I loved to run my fingers in slow patterns all over him, stroke his hair, hold his hand, stroke his cheeks. It made him shiver. I let my fingers play on his chest for a while, making swirls, rubbing over his nipples, nipping them, making them peak.

Eventually, I thought I’d teased him enough. I was getting horny, so it was time for some proper action. I could see his cock through the outline of his jeans. It was hardening and looked delicious buried there under his clothes. I wanted to make him cum now to give me some time to prepare myself for later.

I picked him up and put him in my lap, bringing our mouths together again. We kissed for a while, letting things heat up, until I laid him on the floor and climbed on top. I pulled off his t-shirt and pinned his arms so he couldn’t retaliate then kissed my way down his body, teasing his nipples along the way. He was hard as hell by now, and I could feel that he was hard underneath me, too. I soon had his jeans undone and my mouth around his cock

I wanted to make him cum quickly, so I used my mouth and my hands at the same time. I had a sachet of lube in my pocket, so I took it out and slicked up a finger. I leant my hand forward, edged it in, Greg eagerly accepting the intrusion, and then curled it so it stroked his sweet spot. He screamed and thrust up harder into my mouth. As I teased his prostate, I sucked harder. Man, he was panting and he needed to cum so badly. I knew I was getting somewhere as suddenly I heard :

“Fuck . . . close.” He was breathing hard and his legs were trembling against me. “Nicky . . . please,” he begged.

I gave him all I had, moving my fingers as fast as possible and sucking and humming and tugging at the same time. And suddenly . . . bang! He was cumming for me. He nearly choked me, he thrust up so hard, but I drank him down, every last drop. The taste was something I craved now, as it told me that he’d enjoyed what I’d done. I ran my fingertips all over his naked parts as he came down. He was lying there, panting and sweating, a look of pure ecstasy on his face. I knew he’d never make it to the bedroom without help and I wanted him to rest, so I picked him up bridal style and carried him through. Then I stripped him, put him in bed and told him to sleep.

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I held him as he slept, thinking things through. I loved Greg so much, and he was willing to do anything for me. He’d given himself to me so completely in the last ten months that I could barely believe it. Thing was, I knew by his reaction that the sex felt good, but was I right to be scared of it? I mean, that area had always been one way traffic. But I kinda wanted to feel what he did. I loved him and I wanted him to take me. And I was damn excited about the pleasure. But, to be honest, I was shit scared of the pain. I’d been thinking about it a lot though, and I wanted to do it. I wanted Greg to make love to me. And to be blunt, I wanted it to happen tonight. That’s why I let him sleep after the blow job. To give me a little time to think, make sure I was happy with my decision. But once I’d made my decision and was curled up in his arms, I fell asleep too.

“Hey, baby.” I felt a hand on my cheek which woke me up.

I kissed his forehead and pulled him closer, holding him tightly. I felt myself tense slightly and my brain clicked on. I needed to ask the question.

“I . . . um . . . wanted to . . . um . . . ask you something.” I went red, my face burning, and I couldn’t look Greg in the eye.

“Yeah?”

“Does it really feel that good to have something . . . you know . . . me . . . up your ass?” He got hard the second I asked. Christ, it must do if he reacted like that without even being touched!

“Baby, I wouldn’t do it if it didn’t. Feel good? You have no idea. It’s incredible. I feel so full, so good it almost aches. Like I’m going to explode with every single touch.”

Could anything really be that good?

“Really?”

“Yeah, oh hell yeah. So fucking good. Ok, so the first time it hurts a little, and if you don’t prep properly, yes, it’s painful. But I’d be more than happy to just lay here making love to you all day long. Remember your best ever orgasm? Well, multiply that by a hundred and you’re still not even close. You feel like you’re on fire, that you have this . . . ball of pleasure inside you that is directly connected to your ass. Every stroke of your prostate makes your blood boil. Hell, it’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt.”

By now he was pushed against me and my brain was on fire. All those things . . . he made it sound . . . oh God, I wanted him.

“Just thinking about it gets me hard,” he whispered.

“If I wanted to, one day . . .”

“If you ever want me to show you, Nicky, you just have to ask.”

I went still. I didn’t know whether to be scared or excited. A little part of me wanted to scream and run away. But the rest of me was so in love, knew that Greg would take such good care of me and wanted to be his so much that it wasn’t really that hard a decision after all.

“Could you show me?” Greg looked completely stunned and he was quieter than I had seen him in all the years I’d known him.

“You want me to make love to you?”

“I really want it, Greg. I want to be . . . well . . . one with you. Completely.”

He leant down and let his lips brush mine.

“It might hurt to start with, but I’ll make it feel so good, baby. I’m gonna take real good care of you. We’ll go as slow as you want, and if you change your mind, just tell me to stop.”

He laid me down and then straddled my waist, kissing me as he did. His fingers twirled nonsense patterns all over my body, stopping to tweak my nipples as he continued in his quest to pleasure me. We were in a deep kiss and I moaned up into his mouth as he went up on all fours, kissing, nipping and licking his way from my neck to my chest. I was moaning at the mixture of pleasure and pain, the strokes of his tongue and the feel of his lips driving me almost frantic with lust. I was holding onto the sheets for dear life, it felt good.

Next he took the condom and lube from the bedside drawer and parted my legs before kneeling between them. My cock was rock hard and pointing upwards, the first drops of precum leaking from it. He squeezed some lube onto a finger and leaned forward, sucking my cock into his mouth. I know he did it to distract me from any pain I might feel, and when I was being sucked, nothing else really registered, so it was a pretty damn good idea. As he sucked me, I felt his tongue play with my tip, making me moan in pleasure. He was so good at giving head that I would do anything at the moment he had my cock in his mouth, his tongue licking the head.

Suddenly I felt a cold finger at my ass and I jumped. I thought I’d choked Greg to start with, but he’d deep throated me often enough, so I knew it was ok. He stopped and moved his hand away again. He continued to blow me until I was calm, then he let the finger stray back to my entrance, teasing it for a second before he began to ease it in, watching all the while to check I wasn’t in too much pain. Yes, it stung, but it was nowhere near as bad as I thought it would be. He stopped after a while and waited for me to tell him to carry on.

“More.”

He slowly pushed the first finger all the way in and stopped for a few seconds to let me adjust. Then I felt the finger twist up and Jesus! That had to be my prostate. Like a ball of fire had exploded in me, making me scream out and my back leave the bed.

“That’s . . . that’s what your . . . prostate . . . feels like?” I can remember asking that stupid question.

Greg nodded and began to hum on my cock. I was already close to orgasm, tendrils of pleasure unfurling further by the second and delicious tremors taking over every now and again. Suddenly, I felt another finger slowly pushing inside me and then he began to scissor them. Before I knew it, I was moaning and muttering things under my breath, my chest heaving as I gasped with pleasure. I had no idea how good this could feel. The movement between my ass cheeks, the fingers inside me, the way he stroked my internal muscles. I’d been worrying for nothing.

“M . . . more, Greg . . . please,” I managed to moan out.

When I was stretched enough, he added a third finger, twisting, scissoring and stroking my prostate as he worked me. He carried on fingering me, using those long and agile digits to stroke my prostate and rub the ring of muscle. I’d never felt sensations like it. Sparks and lightning were running from my ass, up my spine and embedding themselves in my brain. Each arc brought me a step nearer to climax.

“S . . . stop . . . wanna . . . cum with . . . y . . . you inside . . . me.” I just managed to get the words out before it was too late.

“Are you sure?” he asked me.

I nodded and passed him the condom. He put it on slowly, still watching me.

“Ok. I’ll go really slow. I’m gonna make love to you now.”

He kissed me senseless as he lined himself up with my hole, his tongue finding my mouth as his tip slipped inside me. I moaned and wrapped my legs around his back, pushing him further in. It hurt for a couple of seconds, but then all that was left was a delicious warmth and a sensation of fullness that spread from my belly to every inch of me. He pushed in slowly, despite my actions, and soon his balls were resting against my ass.

“It’s all in, Nicky. I’m inside you.”

I was still surprised.

“It . . . . feels good. Move, Sunshine. Please.”

He moved slowly, withdrawing an inch or so at a time before sliding back in. I grabbed his shoulders, gripping tightly, before I let my hands slip to his hips to help speed him up. Soon we were moving faster and I felt my hips moving to a different angle that made him thrust against my prostate.

“G . . . God, Greg . . . feels . . . so good.”

I knew Greg would take care of me, would make me feel good. And so far, I felt like I was overheated, like every inch of my skin was a pleasure source. I ached all over, longing for relief but also wanting this to carry on forever. Greg took a hand from the bed and reached for my cock, wrapping his hand around it and tugging it in time with his thrusts. This extra stimulation was proving too much. I was trembling and barely drawing enough breath to stop me passing out.

“S . . . so close,” I panted.

A few more tugs of my cock and thrusts against my sweet spot and I couldn’t hold back anymore. My whole body contracted then exploded, lights bursting behind my eyes, my cock pulsing as it released my seed over my belly and shouts of pleasure flying from my mouth.

“Greg!” I screamed. “Yes, yes, YES!”

I knew that when Greg came with me inside him it was enough to push me over the edge, but I was barely paying attention by then. I was practically passed out with the pleasure and intensity of my release. I dropped back onto the bed, trembling and gasping for breath. Greg made a couple more thrusts before cumming then collapsed down on top of me, smiling.

”Wow,” was all I was capable of saying.

We stayed entwined for a while, then Greg’s cock slipped out of me He took off the condom then cleaned us both with his t-shirt, before pulling us back under the covers.

He couldn’t take his eyes off me and I couldn’t stop smiling. My eyes were drifting shut but Greg was fighting sleep, desperate to stay awake a bit longer. I knew that look, as I often did the same. It was the secret pleasure of watching your partner sleep.

“I love you, Sunshine,” I said, yawning as I finished.

He pulled me even closer, my head resting on his chest.

“I love you too,” he whispered before the pull of sleep became too much for us and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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