“You are so beautiful,” Hudson said softly. He caressed Otis’s back with one hand, still holding him with the other. “Believe me when I tell you that it takes everything I have not to push my cock to the hilt inside you. I want to fuck you so damn much.”
That was dirty talking, right? But Otis could tell it was also honest, and it mattered. To be wanted so much. It felt good. He didn’t have any other words to express it, and the few he had seemed unable to cover the way he experienced it all inside.
“Please, fuck me then,” he said in a low murmur.
“Don’t tempt me so much,” Hudson growled, but it sounded as if he wanted to do just that.
He could do that. He could provoke Hudson, this experienced older man, into wanting him, and a sense of elation grew inside him as he realized that.
“I want… your cock… deep inside me,” he whispered.
“Oh, damn, baby,” Hudson scolded him but did so with obvious affection. “Don’t hate me for this.”
The sudden move made him cry out in surprise. And it did hurt a little and Hudson stopped right away. “How can I do this?” he complained. “I want to relax but–”
“Hush, hush, take it easy. Your body is capable of adjusting,” Hudson slowly encouraged him. “I won’t move for a bit. You will see that you are getting used to the sensation. Now talk to me. What do you feel?”
“Like I’m so full,” Otis explained. “I’m full of you,” he said with wonder in his voice. “Yours is really big, Hudson.”
“I’m afraid so,” Hudson replied.
“Don’t apologize. Everyone wants a big cock.”
“Otis, stop making me laugh. You’re going to make me lose my erection. How is it now? Can I move a bit?”
It took courage to do such things, and Otis was aware of that. He encouraged his lover to continue both through words and by reaching back and grabbing Hudson’s hip. Even if the sensation was still a source of discomfort, it was a lot less so, and he could deal with it. At the same time, the stretch was giving way to other things. A couple of times, he could tell that the way Hudson did it made him feel something extremely pleasurable, and he used his voice, as advised, to let the other know.
“I think there was something there,” he said, his breath hitching. “You… hit me just right.”
“Oh, I’ll hit it more than just right,” Hudson promised.
It happened again. Otis wanted to shout to express his joy at it. There was nothing wrong with his butt and he could feel all the things he wanted and needed to feel while in a man’s arms. Hudson seemed to know what he was thinking because he helped him to an upright position. Then, he caressed his face, turned his head and kissed him, while Otis curved his lower body to meet each movement.
“How is it now, baby? How is your first time getting dicked?” Hudson murmured hotly in his ear.
The sensations were overwhelming, rushing over him in waves. He moved his head as Hudson guided it, just as he did his hips. Another move, another thrust, and the pleasure he experienced was so much, too much, that he had to cry out.
“Do you want me to go slower?” Hudson asked.
They were both sweating, and Otis loved the smell. Hudson sounded a lot less like his usual self, but in such an amazing way. He sounded… like he couldn’t control himself, and it made Otis feel so proud that he was the one who was able to make a man with so much experience under his belt — what a fitting expression — to lose his head over him.
“Is it me?” he asked for confirmation. His ass was so stretched and full now, but he didn’t feel like he was the only one giving something or surrendering. No, he had Hudson where he wanted him to be, and the fact that such a desirable man was there, with him, doing these things with him was all that mattered.
“It’s you,” Hudson confirmed without asking for any other explanation. “I don’t want anyone else.”
The answer was deeper than the question, but Otis couldn’t keep track of its ramifications because the intensity of the sensations coursing through him kept soaring. And Hudson’s right hand dropped from his chest where until now it had played with his nipples to his hard cock. He couldn’t recall a thing as he went higher and higher, only to drop from those impossible heights down the slope of absolute delight.
He had done it, he thought, as overwhelming joy drowned him. He had lost his virginity to an amazing man, and crossing things off lists notwithstanding, there was nothing more for him to wish for.
Hudson pushed him down and began slamming into him. His ass, another fantastic aspect of the whole thing in itself, could take it.
“Sorry for using you like this, beautiful, but at this point, I might just go crazy if I stopped,” Hudson said through loud moans and groans.
“Use me, please,” Otis begged him and cupped his own manhood, elated to feel it so wet and satisfied.
“That is all I can stand,” Hudson said and pushed inside him hard and stayed there while Otis could tell, from the sensations inside his ass that something else was happening, something new was happening to him.
He had made it happen, he had made Hudson, who knew so much about dating and sex, come undone.
***
No regrets. As the ebb and flow of sexual release was fading away and he lay there on his bed, Otis’s bed, with the beautiful young man catching his own breath beside him, he had expected them to come circling him like dogs sniffing easy prey. Nothing like that was happening. Things demanded by impulse were usually a hard sell with his conscience. And yet, it looked like he experienced nothing like that.
Could it be that he was lying to himself? That he had just offered Otis his first experience of the kind with a man who knew how to appreciate him for his beauty and kind heart? That would have been a convenient lie if it hadn’t been for that thing he had let slip out of himself, those words that meant more than he had ever said to any other man he had gone to bed with in his life.
I don’t want anyone else. It was the closest to a profession he had ever allowed his lips to make. At least, he hadn’t finished the sentence and scared Otis away. Ever. One word amiss but it could change what was going on between them for all the future that waited for them.
Otis was the one who rolled over and faced him. “What is the expected duration between doing this two times?”
Hudson laughed and pulled him close. “Don’t tell me your ass is eager for another pounding. I’m afraid I got a bit carried away.”
“I feel very satisfied,” Otis assured him. “But I must care about your satisfaction, as well.”
“Quid pro quo. That’s how things are with you, right?”
“Something for something. That’s the translation. But I think this is more than just something.”
“How so?” Hudson had never met anyone like Otis before. It always made his mind flare with possibilities whenever they had even the most mundane conversation.
“How many times do we have to do it so that I’m no longer temporary?” Otis whispered the question right into his ear.
Was this a possibility? A real possibility? That he would solve the case and then grab Otis and whisk him away from this place. Take him home, have him meet Zeus. His dog would love Otis, without a doubt. And while he was away all day, pulling all-nighters to solve one case or another, they would keep each other company and Otis would forget about hating him for being at home so little.