When I paused to put on a condom and slick my cock with lube, Mitch turned to face me, a tiny bit of hesitation in his eyes.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Evan, just go slow, okay?”
“Of course,” I said. I ran my palm in a circle along his lower back. “Hey, if you aren’t ready for this, we don’t have to do it tonight. We’ve got plenty of time to work up to it.”
He shook his head vigorously. “No. I want to get fucked. I feel like I need it, almost.”
My cock jumped as he said that.
“Well, that’s hot as hell,” I said.
“I’m just… nervous,” he said.
For some reason, that small admission felt enormous to me. Mitch wasn’t usually the type of guy to admit to being anxious about things. He was typically even-keeled and tried to maintain a cool, calm demeanor about everything. They’d called him the Peacemaker back in school, for God’s sake.
But he trusted me enough to admit he was nervous.
“Of course you’re nervous,” I said. “But I’m going to go slow with you, okay? And I’m only going to give you more if you want it.”
“When I want it,” he said.
A slow smile spread over my face, and I nodded, squeezing one of his ass cheeks. “Exactly.”
He bent back into position, shoving his ass up toward me like he was saying “go for it.”
I lined my cock up with his hole and then slowly, painfully slowly, started to push in.
“Ohmyfuckinggod,” he said right away, before I was in more than a centimeter.
“It’s a lot, I know.”
“Wow. Wow,” he said, breathing heavily as I just stayed steady, waiting for him to adjust.
It happened a lot sooner than I would have expected. Within another few moments, he was pressing backward against me, asking for more.
“Slow, slow,” I said in a cautionary tone, and he groaned as a little bit more of my cock pressed inside.
“This is amazing—and fucking insane—” he said breathlessly.
My whole body was hot already, just from watching Mitch begin to take my cock. It took every ounce of control in me to will my cock to behave, not to thrust even a little bit yet. It was hotter than fucking hell watching my best friend adjust to me.
“You’re doing so well,” I said.
“I want more,” he said in a tone that sounded drunk with lust.
“Careful,” I warned.
“I don’t wanna be,” he said.
I squeezed his hip, giving him another inch of me. He groaned deeply, but I was feeling him start to relax around me.
“You fill me up so fucking good,” he said.
I kept working into him, slowly and surely, until my whole cock was buried inside him.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
“That’s all of me,” I murmured, running a palm down his spine. “You took it so well.”
We sat like that for a moment, and I let him adjust to being full. When he started to slowly grind back against me, I knew he was ready for more. I slid out of him then pushed back in, and I swear to God, if I hadn’t been watching out, I could have come just from that thrust.
I took a deep breath.
“God, yes,” Mitch said. “Fuck me.”
My cock throbbed inside him. “Oh, I’m going to,” I muttered.
Over the next few minutes, we fell into a rhythm. For a first-timer, he was taking my cock like a fucking champion, and it was a beautiful sight to see. It was the most difficult thing to keep from blowing my load early, but I held steady, wanting to give him the best experience he could possibly have.
I only really began to lose it when he paused, turning back to look at me.
“Can I turn over onto my back?” he asked.
“Of course,” I said, pulling out and wiping a thin sheen of sweat from my forehead with my forearm. He turned over so that he was looking up at me, and he hitched his legs up. I pushed them to the sides a little, lining my cock up with his hole again.
When I plunged into him this time, I could see the expression on his face.
And for fuck’s sake, it was a gift. His brow furrowed in pleasure and he bit his bottom lip for a second, releasing it as he moaned. I could also see Mitch’s cock hanging between us now, hard and resting on his lower abdomen.
As I fucked him, I reached one hand to stroke his cock.
“Oh fuck,” Mitch uttered. “If you do that, I’m going to come—”
“I want you to,” I said. “Because I’m about to lose my mind up here, too.”
I thrust into him a little faster now. It was hard to coordinate with my hand on his cock, but I tried my best to keep a steady rhythm between the two of them. Mitch’s hands were clasped around my waist.
It was clear Mitch was going to come sooner rather than later. And the fact that I was doing this to him, that he wanted it, was enough to make me go crazy.