Henry's First Time, Part Two - Sex Stories

Henry's First Time, Part Two

... I was. "Sit up," he whispered. "Straddle me." I obliged, and when I was straddling his hips, my cock sticking out in front of me like a leaky exclamation point, he grasped it and slowly started stroking me. He picked up his own cock, which was half-hard, and rubbed it against mine. It was slick still from my mouth and its precum and slid back and forth against my shaft as if lubed. Feeling his cock against mine was sublime: the sensation of his soft skin, the leaking head kissing mine. As he rubbed us together he started again to get hard again, and the feel of his cock growing, swelling against mine was too much. "I'm cumming," I gasped. He crooned. "Ooooh, yes baby. Give me your cum." I spurted out over his belly and chest. My last dribble slicked his hand and I felt our cocks go sticky with me seed as he continued to stroke us. "Mmmm," he said lazily, running his fingertips in circles through the globs on his chest. I collapsed forward on him, panting, rubbing my torso over his so I could feel my cum smear between us. He chuckled. "This seems like a two-shower night," he murmured, kissing me tenderly. "That's awesome. I love that you like it messy." *** I woke up the next morning before dawn, lying on my side with Philip pressed up against me, his mouth breathing gently into the back of my neck, his arm draped over me. It took me a moment to wake up and process what had happened. Finally, after so long, I'd found someone—and someone so gorgeous and sexy. He'd said ...

... something the night before about filling up the week before I went home with sex ... I decided not to hold him to that if, by the light of day, he regretted that promise. No, it was enough to have lost my virginity to him. Of course, if he WANTED to spend the week fucking, I wasn't about to complain. I reached down between my legs and squeezed my cock pleasurably. Never before had my morning wood been so satisfying, especially as I slowly realized that the pleasant sensation in the cleft of my ass was Philip's morning wood. Tentatively, I pressed back against him, feeling his hard cock slide against me. His slow breathing caught for a second, murmuring something in his sleep, and he unconsciously pressed against me before settling back into deep slumber. I pressed back again, a little more insistently, grinding my ass against his cock. He whimpered softly, still asleep. I considered for a moment easing myself down so I could suck him while he slept and let him wake up to his cock in my mouth, but I was enjoying these sensations too much. I arched my back a little, bringing my ass a little higher on his cock so I could press it further into my cleft. For a brief moment I went too high and felt him press against my hole. I gasped and slid down again, then slowly worked his cockhead again against my hole. Meanwhile, Philip had been sighing in his sleep, and then moaning, and finally I felt his lips and tongue at the nape of my neck as his hand slid down between my legs. "Good morning," ...