My first story for FF ever. Be warned, it contains slash and plenty of kink, so if reading about two hot naked kinky guys together isn't your thing, you should probs stop reading right now. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, but I do own a very vivid and kinky imagination.
It was time to say goodbye. Sadly, I took one more look at my old friend, then pushed open the door.
"I need a new phone," I said to the lady at the counter.
That was 4 days ago. I glance at the shiny new flat screen in front of me and tentatively push the start up button, scrolling through the menus and trying out a few apps. Wow, I can get on Facebook on this thing! I update my status, click like on a few posts from friends, and click exit. Bluetooth? What the hell is Bluetooth? I do a scan.
Oh, I cant resist. I click on the camera, bend over, and take a photo of my ass. Sending the pic to all, I chuckle. Very mature, Doc! I wait and wait but nothing happens. Bored, I flick on the TV and end up watching some vampire movie.
Checking the time on my new phone, I get up and yawn, deciding to head for the shower. The warm water hits my back hard and I turn this way and that, enjoying the massaging jets. My hand lovingly glides over my chest and down to my hardening dick. I cup my balls and roll then gently, just the way I like, but grin as I decide to put off my nightly wank until I'm in bed; I have something new I want to try. The thought makes me harden, but I resist and turn off the shower, stepping onto the towel I've put down instead of a bathmat.
Once I'm dry, I toss the towel into the hamper and stride naked into my bedroom. One of the things I love about living by myself is the fact that I can walk around naked if I want, anytime I want, with whatever kinky thing attached/inserted and no fear of anyone busting in on me. Although, the exhibitionist in me gets a little excited at that thought. I slide under the covers and reach for my new phone to check the time again. What is it with my obsession for checking the time since I got this thing?
The light is flashing to show I have a new message so I touch the screen to check it. Bluetooth message from jASSper? Oh. My. Fuck! On my screen is a picture of a very nice looking cock being stroked by a very masculine and nice looking hand. Below are the words 'Nice arse'. Hmm, so he likes my arse? Well, I do too, and I very much like the look of his rather large and thick hard cock. I lick my lips at it as I decide what to do next. This Bluetooth thing is better than I thought it would be.
Maybe jASSper would like a pic of what I've been trying to do for the past two weeks. I'm getting better at it and I might just succeed tonight (pardon the pun). Mind made up, I place the phone in easy reach, pull the pillows slightly lower down the bed, and lie back on them. Raising my legs over my head, I push them through the metal curves of the cast iron bedhead, rise up onto the top of my back, and try to suck my own cock. Of course I've had a semi since the shower, the Bluetooth from jASSper hardening me a little more, and now, in this position, I'm rock hard.
I don't have to strain quite as much this time. My muscles are more limber from the yoga I've been doing this past month of so, and this time my tongue reaches the tip easily. I lick the slit of my own cock and moan and I automaticaly twitch in response. Oh shit. I can do it now, and its even better than I've been imagining it would be.
Trembling slightly at the thrill of it, I push my neck up higher and suddenly I can feel my own lips around the ridge of my now throbbing dick. I can't help the moan that escapes my throat and at the feel of that moan on the head of my cut cock, I try to push in a little deeper. Fuck, that is the most amazing feeling. I'm sucking my own cock, finally. I can't get it in very far, just a little past the head. 'I just need a little more practice,' I think to myself as I feel my dick twitch at the thought. One hand goes to the base of my cock to pump a little as the other goes for my phone. I generally have pretty good stamina, but the thought of what I'm doing and the feeling it's giving me is getting me close already and I want to Bluetooth the mother shot!
Feeling the head of my dick slide in and out between my pursed lips, I know it will only take a few more strokes of my other hand, and I start clicking pictures. Pumping my fist like a piston, I open my mouth and then I'm shooting my load. A huge amount of creamy white cum erupts in streams from my twitching cock and lands on my tongue and lips as I swallow and moan and pant. Finally undone, I lick the last drops from my slit and suck it in as far as I can one last time before I feel my dick start to slacken. I remain staring at my shrinking cock for a minute, stunned and sated and feeling all sorts of pride and kinkiness. Finally, I remove my legs from the headboard and lower them back to the mattress. Next time, I'm going to try it with my buttplug in.
It takes me a few minutes before I come back down to earth. Savouring the taste in my mouth, I can't believe how amazing that was, until I remember I have pictures of it! Still shaking from the orgasm, I pick up my phone and open the pics. There, in full colour, are four pictures that make my limp dick twitch again. I don't think I've ever seen anything hotter than my dick in my own mouth. Other than the pic of my cum shooting into my open mouth, that is. I slowly flick between the four stills, finally choosing the one I'm going to Bluetooth to jASSper, whoever the fuck he is. The picture I choose is the one where my cum is spurting into my mouth, a tiny dribble running from the crook of my lip. I chose this one as it shows the least of my face and the most of my hard cock. I don't know much about it but I do know that he must live close by if we can connect via Bluetooth. And I'm not sure if I want him to see my face...yet. Before I send it, I change my Bluetooth name to edWOOD, and type a caption under the photo: "I wanna see you cum, too". I send the message and am about to turn out my lamp when the phone beeps.
JASSper has sent me a pic of himself , dark curls falling over his face so i can't see it, slim but built torso, and a tat over his left hip. He is sitting up naked and trying to suck his own cock. Sadly, he is nowhere near close enough to do it. Underneath is the caption: "Teach me, oh master!" And how can I refuse an offer like that? I scrawl my number on the condom box by my bed and take a picture to send, typing: "I tired myself out. Call me at 5 tomorrow". I hit send and fall back on the pillows, looking at his photo. He looks to be about my age as far as I can tell from his body. He has tanned skin, looking as though he spent his life in the sun. And those curls, well, they were my undoing. They remind me so much of Jay. I turn out the light and remember those days of my youth.
I'd known Jay all my life, well, for as long as I could remember. We were about seven when we began fooling around. I think it was one night when he stayed over at my place, but I can't remember for sure. I do remember how nervous I always was that one of our parents would catch us and how excited my 7 year old self got when he would wrap his lips around my dick, his blue eyes staring lustfully up at me and honey blonde hair that felt like silk against my groin.
I've always been kinky. One day when we were about 11, I pulled Bella's pink satin ribbon from her hair and went running off, grabbing Jay's arm. I pulled him into the boys toilet and shoved his pants down. Tying the ribbon in a bow around his hardening cock, I kissed him and told him he mustn't take it off, that I would be the one to take it off later that day.
When we came back outside, Bella was so mad and I told her I flushed it down the loo, before running off with Jay in tow. I remember his coy looks to me through the next class and then us bursting out the school doors at the end of the day and running all the way to the meadow where I kissed him thoroughly before crawling down his body to undo his jeans. I remember how hot his parcel looked all tied up in the pink satin bow for me, and how I slowly and teasingly undid the bow before licking up from base to tip then devouring him again and again until he came down my throat. Looking back, I think that's when my fixation with cock rings began.
Yeah, we were pretty hot for each other and both of us were devastated when his parents moved their family to Texas four years later. We both had two years of school to complete and we vowed we would write. We also made plans for when we could be together again, maybe in college. I don't really know what happened, but we lost contact after a while. He stopped returning my letters and eventually, I gave up. I guess even being so close emotionally, distance just got in the way. I ended up going to med school then working at the hospital with my Dad. And Jay? I have no idea as I never saw him again.
Sighing, I finally turn out the light and tug the sheet up. I close my eyes and try to sleep but it doesn't come. I'm left with an ache in my chest for the boy I once loved. The one I usually try not to think about. I wonder where he is, what he is doing, and most of all, if he is happy, even without me in his life. I whisper "I love you, Jay" to the empty room, and my eyes close and I drift into sleep.
I dream of Jay and I as twinks, just as we were on our last night together, and when I awake, I stroke my morning wood and remember...
We are about fourteen and its summer holidays. Jay's parents have gone to a conference for the weekend and our parents agreed I could stay at his place and help keep him company. We are making the most of our alone time. Wrapped in each others arms in his tiny twin bed, we kiss ourselves into a frenzy.
"Eds," he moans into my mouth, "I need you."
Grinning, I kiss my way down his body. Going slow but not teasingly, I plant kisses all the way down his chest. My fingers brush the snail trail he is developing and then surround his hard cock. I see the bead lingering in the slit of his hard cock and, looking into his eyes, I softly lick the moisture from him, eliciting a groan.
"Please," he breathes to me. "Please Eds, suck me. I need you so bad."
And I need him, too. Wetting my lips, I slide the head in and my tongue caresses the underside of his cut cock. My right hand moves in rhythm with my bobbing head and my left hand slides lower to cup and tug on his balls. He bucks against me - I know what my boy likes. My finger strokes his sack and follows behind to the soft skin behind them. I love how smooth his skin is here, like satin. I continue on to the start of his crack and run my fingers teasingly up and down as he bucks again and moans out another plea. Never breaking the rhythm my mouth has set, I hold my left hand out towards him and he coats my fingers in lube as I look up at him and groan. He looks so hot!
I slide my hand out of his and, never breaking eye contact, resume my teasing movements. This time though, I go deeper and my slick fingers brush the puckered skin of his hole. He moans and wriggles slightly, trying to encourage me. I decide I don't need any and begin rubbing small circles over his soft puckered hole before slowly, slowly, slipping the tip of my finger inside.
We have done this before, several times actually. But we have yet to go as far as actually making love. As I feel how tight he is, I once again wonder how it will be possible to fit all of me inside him. I mean, we have both watched porn, but feeling his muscles clamping around the tip of my finger, I just worry that I will hurt him.
"More, please more..." Jay moans and pushes down on my finger while trying to stay in my mouth. And who am I to argue with my boy when I have him moaning and writhing underneath me? I slide my finger in slowly further, feeling the heat and the tightness, until I can't reach any further. Then I begin to slowly build a rhythm in and out and sometimes twisting my finger.
Jay groans again as I gently add another finger and, after a while, I begin to scissor them.
"Oh Jeez, oh Eds, fuck that feels good," Jay smiles his approval as I speed up my movements. I release his cock from my mouth with a slight pop as I concentrate on his face and add a third finger. I can tell he is really worked up now.
"Jay?" I ask him as he pushes onto my hand. "Um, Jay...do you think maybe we could try now?"
"Oh fuck yeah! Please!" He smiles at me and I know he knows what I mean.
With my fingers still moving inside him, I pull myself up to kiss my beautiful boy.
"Condoms?" I murmur into his lips and he feels around with his right hand for the bedside draw, trying not to break our kiss. Finally locating them, he tears one open and I sit back on my haunches as he places it over my now throbbing cock and reaches for the lube.
"Jay, if it hurts you gotta tell me and I'll stop," I tell him seriously with a slight frown on my face.
"I know you will. I trust you. I love you," he says just as seriously and I know that he does. "I want this so bad, and I know you do too," he tells me, smirking and glancing at my hard cock.
I kiss him reverently as I remove my fingers from him and lift his legs over my shoulders. Then grasping my heavy cock, I align us and hold his gaze.
"I love you, Jay," I murmur as I begin to push the tip inside him. I gently fist the head of his cock, pumping slowly as I watch his face for any signs of discomfort. As soon as my dick encounters the tight ring of muscle, I feel him tense and I pause, my hand still stroking his hard cock.
"Shh, Jazz," I murmur gently. " I love you. I love you so much."
"I'm ok," he tries to smile ."Keep going. I want this. I want to feel you inside me."
His words make me groan and as I slowly rock my hips forward, I feel myself sliding inside his heat. He is so tight and I tell him so, murmuring words of love and lust.
"Fuuuuuuccccckkk," I whisper with my head lolling back, as I am buried as deep in him as I can get. My dick twitches inside him but I don't want to come yet. I want to make this good for him too. My fingers go to stroke his cock and I moan at the sight of us finally joined.
"I can feel every inch of you," Jay tells me softly as he looks up with lidded eyes. He bucks his hips, seemingly unsure whether to thrust into my fist or onto my cock but regardless, I slowly begin to pull out only to push back in again at a lazy, sensual pace.
"Jay, oh fuck Jay," I gaze at him and bite my lower lip.
"I know, Eds," he hisses as I angle my lazy thrusts towards his prostate. "It's even better than I hoped. I'm not going to last long if you keep this up."
"Baby, I just want you to feel good," I whisper to him. Leaning down to kiss him, I remove my hand from his hard cock, trapping it in between us, and gently move his hair from his forehead, caressing his face. Our tongues meet in a sweet and gentle dance that rapidly accelerates. I guess that with this slight change of position, I'm hitting the right spot each time I thrust slowly in and out as his kiss becomes frantic and he pulls us impossibly closer together.
"Fuck! Oh shit, don't stop, don't stop, right there ….. oh fuck, faster!" he almost yells as I feel his trapped cock twitch and finally erupt between us. And at the feel of his tight arse pulsing around me, I cant help but comply, thrusting harder and faster, pumping in and out so hard that I'm moving us up the bed. All to soon I feel my balls draw up tight and I'm cumming spurt after spurt inside him. It's stronger than any orgasm I've ever had, even stronger than the fist time Jay blew me when it took me a whole fucking 5 minutes to be able to speak again.
I pepper his face with kisses and when I reach his mouth, I'm smiling so hard it's difficult to kiss him and we both giggle into the kiss.
"I fucking love you, Jay," I tell him seriously as I rock my hips slowly from side to side, trying to prevent my sensitive, spent cock from shrinking.
"As I love you," Jay replies just as seriously. "Thank you Eds. Thanks for making my first time so amazing."
"Amazing doesn't even cut it," I tell him, shaking my head and still rocking into him slightly. "And I hope that's the first of many because I, for one, don't think I could live without being inside you again." I'm amazed that I still have a semi, but considering I can still feel him twitching around me every now and then, maybe I shouldn't be.
Sighing heavily, I get out of bed, shower, dress and ready myself to head into work for my first shift at the hospital.