Chapter 1: The Arrival - Sex Stories

Chapter 1: The Arrival

... gently. I had trimmed diligently that morning, including shaving my cock, balls, and taint. Everything was smoother and looser, the sexual closer to the surface. I started to get hard, and I closed my eyes, reveling in the sensations as I soaped my chest, under my arms, my neck, stomach, thighs, bum, crack, and hole. I pinched my nipples with one hand as I massaged my sack and then slowly but firmly worked my foreskin back and forth a few times with the other. And then I stopped. There would be more than enough time for things like – a whole load of things like that, later. Hopefully. I switched the shower off, towelled myself dry, almost wrapping it round my waist automatically before remembering that I didn't have to, and then went back inside to change into a loose shirt and baggy trousers. No underwear, that was one of the few rules we'd set.

I got a glass of water and sipped it, contemplating the view. What was this the beginning of, I thought? Or the end of? If it was close to what we were hoping for, it would be an emotional and physical rebirth of sorts, a loosening of ties and an opening of doors. But if it went wrong, real damage could be done, scars inflicted. To ourselves, to each other, permanently. There are risks associated with rewards, and we’d talked about this. Well, we’d never met, never spoken, even on the phone, but had been messaging for over a year, developing a trust. First as casual 'hi' chatroom acquaintances, then something akin to friends, and then…on to whatever we were now and maybe to become. Lovers, sort of, potentially, but also explorers, of each other as much of ourselves. But to where, exactly, and how? How far would we go, could we go, together, and individually? The promise of where that could be, alongside the unknowns, was intoxicating.