Chapter 19
Ricky kept giving him sideways glances, and then his eyes would dart shyly away again. James considered this for a bit, then he spoke up casually: “Ricky?”
The other man actually jumped. “Y-Yeah?”
The cop replied: “Why are you so nervous tonight? Did something happen?”
Ricky shook his head quickly. “Oh, no, no! It’s just that…” he trailed off and turned crimson. “I was t-thinking…” he said helplessly.
James studied his face. “Thinking? About what?”
Ricky cleared his throat, while his hands began to twine together in his lap. “About h-how we should…you and I…”
“Yes?” James said patiently.
Ricky’s eyes dropped to his hands, and his shoulders tensed. “Ummm…have sex…” he nearly whispered.
Oh. James felt a lazy sense of satisfaction envelope him. He would never have imagined that someone as jumpy as Ricky would go for the idea of having sex together so early in his first ever gay relationship. Although he supposed part of it was how easily Ricky had taken to giving head. He loved doing that; James could see it in his lust-glazed eyes when Ricky was sucking his cock. To have such an easy, pain and worry free experience with giving blow jobs was probably encouraging Ricky to think about what other things that he and James could do together that would feel good, too. His hand began to stroke Ricky’s shoulder comfortingly as he said: “I’d love to have sex with you, Ricky. But you know it’s completely up to you when and where. I’ll never push you into anything you’re not ready to do.”
“I know that,” Ricky replied, flashing him those big trusting doe-eyes that attracted James so strongly. “That’s why I…want to…”
James nodded, using his free hand to lift Ricky’s chin so that their eyes met again. “If that’s what you want, we’ll try it, Ricky. But if at any time you start to freak out, you tell me and we’ll stop. Okay?”
Ricky nodded, his eyes round with fear but also with wanting. James smiled and leaned forward to kiss him, to claim Ricky’s lips in a long, tender wanting kiss that left Ricky a limp mass in his arms. His lips were swollen and his cheeks were flushed when James pulled back, and his eyes were limpid pools of need. James groaned in the back of his throat and began to lay tender kisses all over Ricky’s face and neck. He buried his nose in that soft skin, taking in the smell of it, as his tongue lapped at one of Ricky’s clavicles.
Ricky moaned so breathily, so sweetly for him. James roughly peeled the shirt that Ricky was wearing over his head, tossing it away onto the couch beside him. He ran his hands over Ricky’s torso, letting his fingers glide over a pair of dark-pink nipples already excited and begging for his touch. Ricky arched for him, and James bent his head to suckle at one of those nipples instead. He bit gently at it, and Ricky whimpered ion the back of his throat and thrust up off the couch into James’ touch.
His hands found the fastenings of the jeans that Ricky was wearing, and James quickly got the snap undone and the zipper pulled down. Ricky was panting, watching him, his eyes lust-glazed and eager. James loved the fact that Ricky was so responsive to every little touch. It turned him on immensely, and he had to stop for a second and hurriedly undo his own jeans, as the pain at his crotch was becoming unbearable at this point.
He started to turn back to Ricky, but before he could a long-fingered hand reached into the opening in his jeans and wormed his cock out into the open air. James groaned, his head going back, as Ricky petted him lovingly, his eyes fastened on James’ cock as he swallowed heavily. James realized that Ricky was already in full-on ‘super cock hound’ mode, and when a pink tongue darted out to trace his bottom lip, James felt like he might blow at any moment.
He gently disengaged Ricky’s hand, and before he could protest James pushed him back on the couch and proceeded to rip the rest of the clothes off of his body. His hands were everywhere, tracing Ricky’s skin, sliding through the little patches of silky/rough hair on his chest, cupping his tender ball sac, gilding down his thighs. The only thing he didn’t touch was Ricky’s twitching, drooling, penis, jutting upward from his pubic hair eagerly. Ricky began to make pleading sounds, his hips rocking. James ignored him for the moment, intent on working up every single nerve in Ricky’s body before he touched that excitedly twitching length again.
James spread Ricky’s legs wide and knelt between them on the floor. He leaned over, his eyes never leaving Ricky’s dazed ones, and licked a trail down the other man’s abdomen toward his groin. Ricky arched and cried out, his hands spasming, as James’ tongue lapped at his pubic hair then darted out to lick at the soft, wrinkled skin of his ball sac.
“James!” he wailed, in pleasurable and pained protest combined. “Please!”
Tonguing Ricky’s balls in their sac, James smirked. But he couldn’t let Ricky suffer any longer; his tongue traced up the underside of Ricky’s shaft, and his mouth enveloped Ricky in hot, wet, sucking pleasure as Ricky wailed again and thrust upward.
James diverted briefly to suck on one of his own fingers. Then he returned to sucking on Ricky’s eager cock, while reaching down to thrust his wettened finger into Ricky’s tight ass at the same time. He fingered Ricky with slow, sure pushes, while continuing his assault on the cock in his mouth. Ricky began to lurch and tremble, and soon semen flowed over his tongue in a long burst as his lover came in his mouth.
James looked up as he licked the trace remnants of Ricky’s come from his lips. The other man lay back on the couch unmoving, an annihilated mass after his orgasm. James didn’t pull his finger out - instead, he gently added another one, and continued to finger Ricky as he came down from his high. He heard a low moan, and knew that his attentions weren’t unwelcome. Even though he was sensitive after coming, Ricky didn’t mind the fingers buried inside of him.
James continued his slow, leisurely prep of Ricky’s body, opening him up in increments. After a bit, Ricky began to move his hips a little. He was trying to thrust downward, to take in more of the fingers. Obviously he liked the sensation of having them inside of him. James smiled and lapped at the inside of Ricky’s thigh, like a cat with a bowl of cream. Only the little sounds that Ricky was making broke the silence in the living room, and James treasured each and every one of them. He rotated his fingers and heard a muffled whine, a pleading sound.
He transferred his mouth to Ricky’s left testicle, and began to suck on it softly. Ricky cried out, then humped upward wildly when James’ burrowing fingers found the small lump inside of him that was his prostate gland. He squealed and bucked, shuddering, an astonished cry ripped from his lips. James’ eyes gleamed - introducing a man to the wonders of that little gland was always fun. He rubbed his fingertips over it firmly, and Ricky went wild under him.
“James!” he cried, his hands finding the top of his lover’s head and pressing down on it, “Oh, James!”
James began to suck on his other testicle, while going back to thrusting his fingers in-and-out of Ricky’s loosening hole. He couldn’t help but notice that the cock that had lain spent and limp on Ricky’s tummy only a few minutes ago was now jerking back into hardness, pre-come drooling from the tip. He lapped at the tight ball in his mouth, loving Ricky’s frantic noises, enjoying this slow, leisurely preparation for what he hoped would be a fabulous first time for Ricky.
Finally, Ricky himself couldn’t stand it any longer. He tugged at James’ close-cropped hair urgently. “Please, please, please,” he chanted desperately.
James pulled his fingers free at last. He got nimbly to his feet, looking down on the man lying sprawled on his couch. “I’ll be back in a second, Ricky,” he said quickly, just before he left the room.
Ricky blinked a little, his brain completely out-of-whack. He barely registered that James had left the room at first, but then emptiness in his ass and the lack of stimulation on his cock and balls made him whimper. What had happened?! He’d been feeling so good, and James fingers had been touching a magical place inside of him that had made supernovas go off behind his eyes, and now it was all gone. All gone. His cock was aching, his body was trembling, and he panted wildly. How could James desert him like this?!
Before he could force himself to move, to even sit up, James came back as swiftly as he’d left. He held several items in his hands, and Ricky could just make out the flash of light on a silver foil packet and a small bottle. James stood over him and bent down to shove these articles into his shaking hands. “Hold onto those for a second,” the cop growled, and then stood up and began to take his own clothes off as quickly as he could.
Ricky gazed up at him as James bared his strong, hard body. He licked at his lips hungrily, instinctively, as he saw all of those rippling muscles and that coarse dark body hair and the flat male nipples. And that cock, that magnificent cock, that he loved so much! He mewled, wanting it in his mouth. Then he gasped, because a now naked James straddled his naked body on the couch and took the lube and condom back out of his hands. He leant over and kissed Ricky thoroughly, taking his mouth, thrusting his tongue in deeply. Ricky clutched at his bare back, his fingers closing in the firm flesh. He made little sounds into James’ mouth as the cop fucked Ricky’s mouth with his thick tongue.
James finally pulled back, and Ricky heaved in great breaths of air as the cop slid backward and stood up. He opened the foil packet and slid the condom onto his cock as Ricky watched helplessly from the couch, then opened the bottle of lube and spread a generous amount on the latex. He grimaced at the feel of his own hand moving on himself. He then reached down and took a hold of Ricky’s hand with his clean one, and pulled him up into a sitting position. Then he began to maneuver Ricky(who could barely move on his own) until he was on all fours on the seat cushions with his hands gripping the back tightly. “Hold on,” James told him quietly from behind his back.
Ricky gripped at the fabric with what little strength he had left. Hands spread his buttocks, and he gasped as a slick finger was thrust back into him again. He moaned and rocked his hips as James pushed two fingers in-and-out of him. His ass swayed, and his head came to rest on the back of the couch. The ring was being widened and stretched by those slick fingers, and Ricky twitched and swayed. So good, so good!
Then he felt something much larger coming to rest on his asshole. It rubbed at the sensitive, wrinkled flesh, and he moaned as the slick head of James’ penis slid over and around the ring until it suddenly breeched the opening. He groaned, stiffening a little, but it didn’t really hurt much at all. It burned a bit, but somehow it felt so right that he didn’t much care. He whined and pushed backward instinctively, wanting more.
He got what he wanted. James pushed steadily, and the head finally slid entirely inside of him. He whimpered in pain, but the cop had already stopped and was waiting patiently. Hands stroked the cheeks of his ass and rubbed his lower back. “Breathe, Ricky,” James ordered firmly.
He did. He panted and heaved, until suddenly the pain was gone and all he felt was the fullness inside of him. The sound he’d made must have told James that the pain was gone, because he thrust and more of his dick slid into Ricky’s trembling body. Slowly, surely, evenly, James began an in-and-out motion that began to drive more and more of himself inside of Ricky. He held onto Ricky’s hips firmly, holding him in place for each thrust.
Ricky shook and clung to the back of the couch. Oh, God! Each thrust felt even better than the last. Especially when James finally slid home all of the way inside of him, and his cock rubbed over that spot. Ricky threw his head back, seeing stars, making frantic little noises in the back of his throat. He was blind, and deaf, and dumb…all he could feel was the overwhelming pleasure of being filled and fucked relentlessly. James’ pushed became faster and harder, and Ricky lost it. He grunted and squirmed and held the couch in a death grip, his mouth open and his eyes staring sightlessly ahead of him as James took him.
His own cock was neglected, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t have touched it even if he’d wanted to. His whole body arched, and he choked as he felt something so huge that he couldn’t even encompass it rising up inside of him. James was still plowing him steadily, and Ricky made a noise full of desperate pleasure and pain as the crest rose up in him - but didn’t break. He was held on a plateau of pleasure, unable to go up or down, and he couldn’t stand it. He was going insane…
A large hand slid around his hip and gripped his red, leaking cock. Still moving in him, James stroked Ricky’s penis just once. And Ricky heaved, and screamed breathlessly, thrashing as he succumbed to the orgasm that had been rising in him steadily. Semen jetted out of his cock and onto the couch in front of him. It went on, and on, and on, and the entire time that he was writhing and heaving and making terrible little sounds James continued to fuck him through it.
Finally, he was done. Ricky collapsed on the couch, all of his muscles giving out, his whole body limp and wrung out. He only managed one small moan as he heard a distant groan that sounded like his name, and James finally stilled inside of him. Ricky had the distant feeling that he might be dead, but right at this moment he didn’t much care. He didn’t care when James slipped out of him, though he whimpered a bit at the loss of that wonderful fullness. And he didn’t care when strong hands turned him over and draped his sweating, naked body up against another sweating, naked form on the couch. He flopped limply against James’ hard body, and he closed his eyes as he fell into an exhausted, sated sleep…
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Ricky kept giving him sideways glances, and then his eyes would dart shyly away again. James considered this for a bit, then he spoke up casually: “Ricky?”
The other man actually jumped. “Y-Yeah?”
The cop replied: “Why are you so nervous tonight? Did something happen?”
Ricky shook his head quickly. “Oh, no, no! It’s just that…” he trailed off and turned crimson. “I was t-thinking…” he said helplessly.
James studied his face. “Thinking? About what?”
Ricky cleared his throat, while his hands began to twine together in his lap. “About h-how we should…you and I…”
“Yes?” James said patiently.
Ricky’s eyes dropped to his hands, and his shoulders tensed. “Ummm…have sex…” he nearly whispered.
Oh. James felt a lazy sense of satisfaction envelope him. He would never have imagined that someone as jumpy as Ricky would go for the idea of having sex together so early in his first ever gay relationship. Although he supposed part of it was how easily Ricky had taken to giving head. He loved doing that; James could see it in his lust-glazed eyes when Ricky was sucking his cock. To have such an easy, pain and worry free experience with giving blow jobs was probably encouraging Ricky to think about what other things that he and James could do together that would feel good, too. His hand began to stroke Ricky’s shoulder comfortingly as he said: “I’d love to have sex with you, Ricky. But you know it’s completely up to you when and where. I’ll never push you into anything you’re not ready to do.”
“I know that,” Ricky replied, flashing him those big trusting doe-eyes that attracted James so strongly. “That’s why I…want to…”
James nodded, using his free hand to lift Ricky’s chin so that their eyes met again. “If that’s what you want, we’ll try it, Ricky. But if at any time you start to freak out, you tell me and we’ll stop. Okay?”
Ricky nodded, his eyes round with fear but also with wanting. James smiled and leaned forward to kiss him, to claim Ricky’s lips in a long, tender wanting kiss that left Ricky a limp mass in his arms. His lips were swollen and his cheeks were flushed when James pulled back, and his eyes were limpid pools of need. James groaned in the back of his throat and began to lay tender kisses all over Ricky’s face and neck. He buried his nose in that soft skin, taking in the smell of it, as his tongue lapped at one of Ricky’s clavicles.
Ricky moaned so breathily, so sweetly for him. James roughly peeled the shirt that Ricky was wearing over his head, tossing it away onto the couch beside him. He ran his hands over Ricky’s torso, letting his fingers glide over a pair of dark-pink nipples already excited and begging for his touch. Ricky arched for him, and James bent his head to suckle at one of those nipples instead. He bit gently at it, and Ricky whimpered ion the back of his throat and thrust up off the couch into James’ touch.
His hands found the fastenings of the jeans that Ricky was wearing, and James quickly got the snap undone and the zipper pulled down. Ricky was panting, watching him, his eyes lust-glazed and eager. James loved the fact that Ricky was so responsive to every little touch. It turned him on immensely, and he had to stop for a second and hurriedly undo his own jeans, as the pain at his crotch was becoming unbearable at this point.
He started to turn back to Ricky, but before he could a long-fingered hand reached into the opening in his jeans and wormed his cock out into the open air. James groaned, his head going back, as Ricky petted him lovingly, his eyes fastened on James’ cock as he swallowed heavily. James realized that Ricky was already in full-on ‘super cock hound’ mode, and when a pink tongue darted out to trace his bottom lip, James felt like he might blow at any moment.
He gently disengaged Ricky’s hand, and before he could protest James pushed him back on the couch and proceeded to rip the rest of the clothes off of his body. His hands were everywhere, tracing Ricky’s skin, sliding through the little patches of silky/rough hair on his chest, cupping his tender ball sac, gilding down his thighs. The only thing he didn’t touch was Ricky’s twitching, drooling, penis, jutting upward from his pubic hair eagerly. Ricky began to make pleading sounds, his hips rocking. James ignored him for the moment, intent on working up every single nerve in Ricky’s body before he touched that excitedly twitching length again.
James spread Ricky’s legs wide and knelt between them on the floor. He leaned over, his eyes never leaving Ricky’s dazed ones, and licked a trail down the other man’s abdomen toward his groin. Ricky arched and cried out, his hands spasming, as James’ tongue lapped at his pubic hair then darted out to lick at the soft, wrinkled skin of his ball sac.
“James!” he wailed, in pleasurable and pained protest combined. “Please!”
Tonguing Ricky’s balls in their sac, James smirked. But he couldn’t let Ricky suffer any longer; his tongue traced up the underside of Ricky’s shaft, and his mouth enveloped Ricky in hot, wet, sucking pleasure as Ricky wailed again and thrust upward.
James diverted briefly to suck on one of his own fingers. Then he returned to sucking on Ricky’s eager cock, while reaching down to thrust his wettened finger into Ricky’s tight ass at the same time. He fingered Ricky with slow, sure pushes, while continuing his assault on the cock in his mouth. Ricky began to lurch and tremble, and soon semen flowed over his tongue in a long burst as his lover came in his mouth.
James looked up as he licked the trace remnants of Ricky’s come from his lips. The other man lay back on the couch unmoving, an annihilated mass after his orgasm. James didn’t pull his finger out - instead, he gently added another one, and continued to finger Ricky as he came down from his high. He heard a low moan, and knew that his attentions weren’t unwelcome. Even though he was sensitive after coming, Ricky didn’t mind the fingers buried inside of him.
James continued his slow, leisurely prep of Ricky’s body, opening him up in increments. After a bit, Ricky began to move his hips a little. He was trying to thrust downward, to take in more of the fingers. Obviously he liked the sensation of having them inside of him. James smiled and lapped at the inside of Ricky’s thigh, like a cat with a bowl of cream. Only the little sounds that Ricky was making broke the silence in the living room, and James treasured each and every one of them. He rotated his fingers and heard a muffled whine, a pleading sound.
He transferred his mouth to Ricky’s left testicle, and began to suck on it softly. Ricky cried out, then humped upward wildly when James’ burrowing fingers found the small lump inside of him that was his prostate gland. He squealed and bucked, shuddering, an astonished cry ripped from his lips. James’ eyes gleamed - introducing a man to the wonders of that little gland was always fun. He rubbed his fingertips over it firmly, and Ricky went wild under him.
“James!” he cried, his hands finding the top of his lover’s head and pressing down on it, “Oh, James!”
James began to suck on his other testicle, while going back to thrusting his fingers in-and-out of Ricky’s loosening hole. He couldn’t help but notice that the cock that had lain spent and limp on Ricky’s tummy only a few minutes ago was now jerking back into hardness, pre-come drooling from the tip. He lapped at the tight ball in his mouth, loving Ricky’s frantic noises, enjoying this slow, leisurely preparation for what he hoped would be a fabulous first time for Ricky.
Finally, Ricky himself couldn’t stand it any longer. He tugged at James’ close-cropped hair urgently. “Please, please, please,” he chanted desperately.
James pulled his fingers free at last. He got nimbly to his feet, looking down on the man lying sprawled on his couch. “I’ll be back in a second, Ricky,” he said quickly, just before he left the room.
Ricky blinked a little, his brain completely out-of-whack. He barely registered that James had left the room at first, but then emptiness in his ass and the lack of stimulation on his cock and balls made him whimper. What had happened?! He’d been feeling so good, and James fingers had been touching a magical place inside of him that had made supernovas go off behind his eyes, and now it was all gone. All gone. His cock was aching, his body was trembling, and he panted wildly. How could James desert him like this?!
Before he could force himself to move, to even sit up, James came back as swiftly as he’d left. He held several items in his hands, and Ricky could just make out the flash of light on a silver foil packet and a small bottle. James stood over him and bent down to shove these articles into his shaking hands. “Hold onto those for a second,” the cop growled, and then stood up and began to take his own clothes off as quickly as he could.
Ricky gazed up at him as James bared his strong, hard body. He licked at his lips hungrily, instinctively, as he saw all of those rippling muscles and that coarse dark body hair and the flat male nipples. And that cock, that magnificent cock, that he loved so much! He mewled, wanting it in his mouth. Then he gasped, because a now naked James straddled his naked body on the couch and took the lube and condom back out of his hands. He leant over and kissed Ricky thoroughly, taking his mouth, thrusting his tongue in deeply. Ricky clutched at his bare back, his fingers closing in the firm flesh. He made little sounds into James’ mouth as the cop fucked Ricky’s mouth with his thick tongue.
James finally pulled back, and Ricky heaved in great breaths of air as the cop slid backward and stood up. He opened the foil packet and slid the condom onto his cock as Ricky watched helplessly from the couch, then opened the bottle of lube and spread a generous amount on the latex. He grimaced at the feel of his own hand moving on himself. He then reached down and took a hold of Ricky’s hand with his clean one, and pulled him up into a sitting position. Then he began to maneuver Ricky(who could barely move on his own) until he was on all fours on the seat cushions with his hands gripping the back tightly. “Hold on,” James told him quietly from behind his back.
Ricky gripped at the fabric with what little strength he had left. Hands spread his buttocks, and he gasped as a slick finger was thrust back into him again. He moaned and rocked his hips as James pushed two fingers in-and-out of him. His ass swayed, and his head came to rest on the back of the couch. The ring was being widened and stretched by those slick fingers, and Ricky twitched and swayed. So good, so good!
Then he felt something much larger coming to rest on his asshole. It rubbed at the sensitive, wrinkled flesh, and he moaned as the slick head of James’ penis slid over and around the ring until it suddenly breeched the opening. He groaned, stiffening a little, but it didn’t really hurt much at all. It burned a bit, but somehow it felt so right that he didn’t much care. He whined and pushed backward instinctively, wanting more.
He got what he wanted. James pushed steadily, and the head finally slid entirely inside of him. He whimpered in pain, but the cop had already stopped and was waiting patiently. Hands stroked the cheeks of his ass and rubbed his lower back. “Breathe, Ricky,” James ordered firmly.
He did. He panted and heaved, until suddenly the pain was gone and all he felt was the fullness inside of him. The sound he’d made must have told James that the pain was gone, because he thrust and more of his dick slid into Ricky’s trembling body. Slowly, surely, evenly, James began an in-and-out motion that began to drive more and more of himself inside of Ricky. He held onto Ricky’s hips firmly, holding him in place for each thrust.
Ricky shook and clung to the back of the couch. Oh, God! Each thrust felt even better than the last. Especially when James finally slid home all of the way inside of him, and his cock rubbed over that spot. Ricky threw his head back, seeing stars, making frantic little noises in the back of his throat. He was blind, and deaf, and dumb…all he could feel was the overwhelming pleasure of being filled and fucked relentlessly. James’ pushed became faster and harder, and Ricky lost it. He grunted and squirmed and held the couch in a death grip, his mouth open and his eyes staring sightlessly ahead of him as James took him.
His own cock was neglected, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t have touched it even if he’d wanted to. His whole body arched, and he choked as he felt something so huge that he couldn’t even encompass it rising up inside of him. James was still plowing him steadily, and Ricky made a noise full of desperate pleasure and pain as the crest rose up in him - but didn’t break. He was held on a plateau of pleasure, unable to go up or down, and he couldn’t stand it. He was going insane…
A large hand slid around his hip and gripped his red, leaking cock. Still moving in him, James stroked Ricky’s penis just once. And Ricky heaved, and screamed breathlessly, thrashing as he succumbed to the orgasm that had been rising in him steadily. Semen jetted out of his cock and onto the couch in front of him. It went on, and on, and on, and the entire time that he was writhing and heaving and making terrible little sounds James continued to fuck him through it.
Finally, he was done. Ricky collapsed on the couch, all of his muscles giving out, his whole body limp and wrung out. He only managed one small moan as he heard a distant groan that sounded like his name, and James finally stilled inside of him. Ricky had the distant feeling that he might be dead, but right at this moment he didn’t much care. He didn’t care when James slipped out of him, though he whimpered a bit at the loss of that wonderful fullness. And he didn’t care when strong hands turned him over and draped his sweating, naked body up against another sweating, naked form on the couch. He flopped limply against James’ hard body, and he closed his eyes as he fell into an exhausted, sated sleep…
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