11 Sexy Alone Time

"Slow down," he says as I push his back against the wall. I don't know what is happening to me but I crave more from him right now. He chuckles as I reach for his uniform in an attempt to take it off.

"You're still in your uniform,"

He nods "I needed to see you, I was losing my mind," he explains and my heart swells from the pure joy that is within. He drove over to see me; I feel more special.

I unbutton his shirt in between kisses and he melts into my touch. "Fuck, what are you doing to me?"

"The same thing you're doing to me," I answer him.

Our kiss becomes more intense and as I feel the rise of his member, I get the courage that I needed. The fact that he wants me to is all that is important right now. I succeed in taking off his shirt and his hard body against mine is euphoric. I slide my fingers over his packs and he moans out blissfully "Shit, I can't resist you," he kisses me again.

I lead him into my room and he looks at the bed with a smirk "Can we both fit on this?" he questions with a mischievous smile.

I blush "We should find out," I push him to the bed and he falls on it with a soft thud. I get on top of him, not fully understand where I am getting all the courage from. This is all new to me but the fact that I almost lost him scares me. I don't want this thing between us to end—whatever it is.

I take off my shirt and he stare at my chest hungrily; I watch him as he bites his lips seductively and I feel like the luckiest person on earth. This very very beautiful man is interested in me, this man wants me.

How did I get so blessed?

I unbuckle his belt and he grabs unto my waist tightly. His grip is strong and titillating. I loosen his belt "I want to get us naked, "I explain and he laughs "You look nervous," he points out.

He is right, I am very nervous but I want him more than anything else "I am nervous, this is all new to me," I tell him honestly.

"This is new to me too," his hands are still wrapped around my waist. His touch is still invigorating.

"You seem a lot more experienced, with girls I mean," I remember the cheerleader friend that hugged him earlier and jealousy seeps through.

"That's just sex, it never meant anything,"

I frown "We're just having sex too."

"That's not what is going on here. I am not just having sex with you. You are different," he sits up on the bed with me still on him and plants a soft kiss on my lips "You make me crazy gamer boy," he deepens the kiss and I welcome him wholeheartedly. He turns the game around me and I end up flat on my back with him on top. Completely taking over, Ford takes off my shorts and boxers at the same time and I take a deep breath as his stare becomes hungrier "Is this happening?" he asks still watching me.

I nod in a hurry because I want him all over me. He moves closer and I feel him grab my member softly. His touch is fire and I moan out of sheer pleasure. He smiles and his one dimple emerges with a loud cry. He strokes me slowly in between kisses and I whimper and cry beneath him. He is still wearing his pants and i want them off. I want him to be at the same vulnerability as I am. I reach for his pants and he doesn't stop stroking.

I breathe in and smell the sweet scent that emanates from him. His aftershave crawls into my senses.

"Off," I manage in between heavy breaths. He stops his hand movement and I regret distracting him but the moment his dick is free and out in the open for me, I smile again. His member rises the more desperate for my touch. The fact that I haven't done this before gets buried deep within as I lower myself closer to his member. He watches me completely unaware of what I am about to do. The first taste is blissful and I as I take him deeper, he moans out from the pleasure I am giving him. I continue the slow movements to understand what I am doing. I am giving another guy a blow job and it is exciting. Ford grabs the strands of my hair in his fists and controls my movement slowly. His pace becomes faster and I feel him in my throat, hot and wet. I move faster and his screams get louder in heavy grunts. I continue moving until I feel him dripping against my lips. He shudders against me and I feel it as he gets his release into my mouth.

I swallow his fluids as he releases a loud moan against me shivering from my touch. I am still hard and I want more.

"Do you have a condom?" I ask him as he comes back on top of me, hard and ready for more. He kisses me with a slow nod and I grind into him slowly "What else do we need?"

He leans forward and rests his head on my shoulder, sweat drips down his forehead and drops on my chest. His after cum face is an interesting sight. His grey eyes shine under the fluorescent light above us and his breathing pattern accentuates the crinkle on his forehead, his eyes are dazed as he stares at me but he doesn't look tired. He looks excited, like he couldn't have enough of me "Lube, I need something to prepare you, so it doesn't hurt."

He looks around my room, like I'd have Lube hanging around "I don't have lube," I inform him.

He rests his body weight on me out of the frustration of the situation and I chuckle at how funny this is. "I would've brought some if I knew this was happening." he is beating himself up.

"We could do this without Lube, could that work?"

He shrugs "It's going to hurt I will have to use a lot of saliva," the temptation that is him is making me lose sense of thought. I want this so much that I am willing to feel the pain before the pleasure. "I read somewhere that any oil could suffice," I suggest. He raises his brow "What do you have in mind?"

He moves away for me to stand up and I walk out of my room and into moms' room. I look around her dressing cabinet until I find it and walk back into my room hurriedly. I raise the bottle up in the air and he laughs "Coconut oil?"

"It could work," I defend and he laughs even harder. This is not how I pictured this moment. It was supposed be romantic and intense. The fact that there is a lot to gay sex is bumming me the fuck out. I climb the bed and crawl over to him, he welcomes me into his arms still smiling, amused that I as so desperate to suggest coconut oil.

"We don't have to do this today; we could plan this. I'd get a room, light some scented candles. Make love with some Ed Sheeran music. It could be perfect," he pulls me closer to him and his lips press to mine softly. I like the sound of all that, I like the sound of making love to him. Somehow, I am not as bummed out anymore "Although someone still needs to let out some steam," he winks and grabs me tightly. A moan escapes my lips as I feel his hands on me.

"We got this babe, we will kill at this relationship thing," he says before kissing me to my euphoric bliss.