“But I, uh, want to help you, the way you helped me,” he said, then hurriedly added, “well, not exactly the same way you helped me.”
I had to fight back a grin, because it was kind of hilarious to see Aaron flustered when he was normally so confident. “So how do you want to help me out?” I asked innocently.
Aaron rubbed the back of his neck, seemingly undecided, but all the while he was looking at my hard dick. “Well, I could use my hand, or…” Before he finished that sentence, he moved to kneel between my spread legs. Then he braced his hands against the bed on either side of me and lowered his body so he was hovering above me, and his cock was resting alongside mine. “Or I could do this.” He began thrusting his hips forward, sliding his erection against mine, and my eyes widened.
“Oh yeah, do that!” I urged, sounding a little short of breath. Looking down and seeing his cock touching mine, moving against my skin while I felt that stimulation, got more of my pre-cum flowing. Aaron’s dick was veiny, much more so than mine, and as I suddenly remembered how his shaft had felt between my lips, I released a low moan.
He was staring down between us as well. I knew he was excited by what he saw, because he grunted with each thrust of his hips, and he was leaking his own pre-cum onto my belly.
“That feels really good!” I told him. I wanted to wrap my hands around both our dicks and jerk us off at the same time, but I held back, letting him set the pace.
As the minutes went by and Aaron continued moving against me, I knew I’d be quick to remember this experience when I was jerking my cock and desperate to come. It was sexy as fuck, seeing him move the way he would if he was inside me.
But I also knew neither of us was going to come from this alone, and Aaron knew it too, because when he raised his head to look up at me, I saw the desperation in his eyes. “Go on and use your hand,” he told me in a strained voice.
By that point, I didn’t want to settle for a hand job, and I figured Aaron could always get one of those from Andrea. I was so horny for his dick that I couldn’t stop myself from saying, “Why don’t you fuck my ass?”
Aaron gasped and then abruptly stopped moving his hips. I saw him begin to shake a little while he propped himself up. Bracing myself for his refusal, I remained completely still beneath him.
“You said you need a top who knows what the hell he’s doing,” Aaron reminded me with a crooked smile. “And I obviously don’t know what the hell I’m doing.” His face was flushed, just as mine was, and it wasn’t only because of the heat in the room.
“Just be patient and take it slow,” I told him. “Then you’ll be perfect.” I knew he wanted this, wanted to feel his cock buried in my ass, but he seemed unable to make the first move that would set it all in motion, so I decided to do it for him. “Do you have any lube?” I asked. If he didn’t, we were going to have to improvise.
“Not in here. I normally use lotion when I jack off,” he said, and I noticed his eyes looked bright, maybe even a little wild. “But I’ve seen some lube in my parents’ room; I can get that.”
“Sounds good,” I replied, and he was quick to climb off the bed and leave the room. I pressed a hand to my forehead, trying to will my pulse to slow down so I didn’t feel so lightheaded. Holy shit, I couldn’t believe Aaron and I were actually going to fuck!
He returned to his room so fast that I thought he must have been practically running. When he held up the bottle of lube, he gave me a triumphant grin. “Got it,” he said, and I grinned, too. Once he placed the lube on his bedside table, he opened the drawer so he could take out a condom.
“You can fuck me bare if you want,” I told him.
His eyes widened in shock. “Are you serious?”
“Why not?” I said. “You told me you’ve only been with Andrea, and she’s only been with you. I haven’t been with anyone since I got tested and came back clean.” Aaron continued to stare at me, his mouth hanging open a little. “I mean, if you want to use the condom…”
“I don’t,” he blurted out, tossing it back into the drawer.
My dick was so hard that it was all I could do not to stroke it, but I wanted to wait until Aaron was inside me. Once he’d joined me on the bed again, his expression suddenly grew uncertain even while he stayed fully hard. “You’re gonna have to walk me through this, Lucas,” he said.
“Of course.” I was perfectly happy to guide Aaron through each step if my efforts ended up with him sliding that gorgeous cock inside me.
I figured a blowjob would always be among those things Aaron wouldn’t do, and I was certain that a rim job was completely out of the question. That left fingering, which I assumed he’d be willing to do for me. I’d already checked out his fingernails and found they were trimmed short, the edges smooth.
Reaching over to grab the bottle of lube from the table, I held it out to Aaron. “Are you okay with lubing up two of your fingers and putting them in my ass?”
He hesitated only a second, then said, “Uh, yeah, I can do that.”
I noticed that his face had flushed an even deeper red. He probably would have preferred that I get on my hands and knees and face away from him while he performed this act, but I wanted to be able to see him, so I stayed on my back, hooking my arms under my legs so I could draw them upward a bit.
I expected him to go on and get busy with the lube, but instead he seemed intent on studying my cock, balls, and ass more closely. “Your balls are really smooth,” he remarked.
“Yeah, because I shave them,” I replied with a grin.
Aaron raised an eyebrow. “I have… never done that before.” His stare met mine then. “Did you mind that my sack is hairy?” he asked, and I knew he was remembering the way I’d licked his balls while we were in the pool.
“Not at all,” I said. “Hair doesn’t turn me off.”
When Aaron finally turned his attention to the lube, I watched to make sure he had plenty of it on his fingers. “Just ease them inside at first, okay?” I told him, and he quickly nodded.
Aaron brought his fingers to my asshole, and I noticed that his cock jumped at that first touch. He was careful probing me with his slick index and middle fingers, and since I played with my own ass a lot, I knew I would have no problem accepting them both. Moaning from low in my throat, I felt him go deeper. All the while, his stare was fixed on my ass. He seemed strangely fascinated by this act, and his blatant curiosity got me even hornier, which I honestly didn’t think was possible.
“I’ve got my fingers in all the way to the second knuckles,” he said in a husky voice. “You want me to keep going?”
“Start moving them in and out of me,” I replied, my own voice strained. “I just need you to stretch my ass a little.”
Aaron’s eyes locked with mine. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he suddenly said.
“You won’t,” I promised him. “You feel really good.”
I saw him take a deep breath, and as he began finger fucking my tight hole, more pre-cum trickled from the head of his cock. Seeing how his body was responding made me moan even louder. I didn’t bother to tell him how he could locate my prostate; the simple movement of his fingers was enough right now.