Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Jack sighed with pleasure, melting into the mattress as Will stroked and massaged him. He felt Will’s fingers again at his entrance, first one, then two. They slipped in. As Will had promised, in this position he found it difficult to tense, even if he had wanted to.
The fingers were soon replaced by the fat head of Will’s cock. It nudged against the tight circle of muscle, easing its way inside. Will held himself still, giving Jack’s body time to adjust. It felt full but it didn’t hurt. Will continued to stroke Jack’s cock as he asked, “You okay? You’re doing so good, Jack. I’m proud of you.”
“I’m okay.” Jack’s heart was striking a rapid tattoo against his sternum. He was still scared, but very turned on at the same time.
“Good. I want you to bear down against my cock as I enter you. It will keep you from tensing up.” He leaned down, kissing Jack’s mouth as he pressed slowly forward. There was a sharp, jabbing pain and he gasped. At once Will pulled back, though the head of his cock remained inside Jack. Jack understood what it must be like for young women the first time. He remembered his own frustration their first time, when Emma had stopped him repeatedly, squealing he was hurting her. It had become rather difficult to maintain an erection in the face of her cries. He had wanted to stop but she’d begged him to continue.
He didn’t want to put Will in that position. He could handle this—he was a man. “I’m sorry,” he said, smiling apologetically. “Don’t stop. I want it. Please.”
Will nodded and leaned forward. Again Jack felt the jab, but the pain was less intense. He breathed through it and bore down as Will had suggested. The pain eased.
“You did it, Jack. You did it. I’m all the way in. How does it feel?” Will ran his hand up and down Jack’s cock as he asked the question, distracting him so completely for a second he forgot to answer.
Finally he said, “Good. It feels good. So full. I feel possessed, somehow, completely possessed in a way I never imagined. I love you, Will.”
“I love you, Jack,” Will answered. His eyes burning into Jack’s, he began to move, drawing his cock nearly out before pressing back, filling Jack, possessing him, owning him. Jack groaned and let all thoughts finally slide out of his over-analytical brain. He gave in to the heavenly sensations of Will’s hand and cock.
Will began to move faster, panting above Jack, his eyes now screwed tight. “Unh, unh, unh,” he began to chant, the cries punctuating his sensual movements. His hand still gripped Jack’s cock, pulling hard with each thrust of his hips.
“Oh, oh, oh…” Will cried, dropping Jack’s cock in his frenzy. He smashed against Jack, plunging deep inside him as he fell forward. Jack held out his arms, catching his lover in a tight embrace.
The friction of Will’s hard stomach rubbing against his cock was enough to send Jack over the edge as well. He felt his own sticky semen spurting between their bodies as Will shuddered and spasmed in climax against him.
They stayed like that a long while. Jack loved the heaviness of his lover draped over him. He felt if they never moved again, he would be content.
Eventually Jack became aware Will’s cock had slipped from his body. Gently he pushed his lover onto his back, removing the spent condom as Will had done for him, tossing it into the small can beside the bed. Will reached for a towel he’d brought beforehand to the bedside. He started to wipe Jack’s sticky belly, but his hand fell limp.
“I can’t move,” he groaned with a small, weak laugh. “You have utterly destroyed me, Jack Crawford.”
Jack took the towel and wiped his stomach and Will’s too, before using the towel to gingerly wipe his ass. It was tender to the touch but otherwise intact. Along with the endorphins shooting their way like fireworks through his blood, Jack felt something else. Pride unfurled inside him like a flag of victory.
He’d done it. He’d found a way to move past his inhibitions, his fears, his hesitation. He’d found a way to trust, not only Will, but himself.
“You look like the cat that ate the canary,” Will said lazily, watching Jack through half-closed eyes. “What are you grinning at?”
“Oh, nothing. Everything.” He let out a whoop of joy.
Will look startled. Jack’s face heated but he whooped again. Why not? He was happy. Will laughed. “So it was okay, huh? You’re not a virgin anymore. What should we do now?”
Jack grinned, his eyes narrowing, his cock, unbelievably, rising with interest at the question. “You know what they say, Will. Practice makes perfect.”