Secrets 5

“Here we go,” Patrick said. He pulled his underwear down to his ankles, stepped out of them and tossed them over to me. His nine inch dick was standing straight up. It took my breath away because it was the biggest and thickest dick I’d ever seen on a boy in real life. I stepped out of my own underwear and tossed them on the ground. Patrick walked toward me again, embraced me, and immediately we started kissing again, our hard cocks rubbing each other. I hadn’t thought about it until just now, but Patrick seemed to be a lot more comfortable with this than me, and he was the one that was supposed to be into girls. 

We stood there for about three minutes, kissing, sliding our hands over each other’s sweat-slicked back and ass. I loved touching and squeezing Patrick’s ass, I loved how firm and round it felt, and I loved sliding my fingers into his moist crack, feeling the soft hair in his butt, rubbing up against his asshole. Too bad Rose had never experienced anything like this with Patrick, but lucky for me. She missed out on her chance and now it was my chance. 

Patrick pushed me on the bed and hopped on top of me again, our wet, hard bodies sliding against each other. I touched every part of him that I could touch; my palms were covered with his sweat. I didn’t want this moment to end. Patrick lifted up my leg and rested it on his shoulder. He slid a finger down the length of my asscrack and found my asshole, which was clenched really tight. Patrick rubbed around my hole in soft circles with the tip of his finger while gazing directly into my eyes. In all my life, I’d never thought that Patrick would be touching my most private part, but he was - and while it felt a bit strange, it felt really right at the same time. “Have you done this before?” Patrick asked me.

“...No. Not like this.” I whispered. It felt like my heart was pounding in my throat. I was really nervous about what was coming next.

“What do you want me to do?” Patrick questioned. 

“You can do whatever you want to do,” I told him. 

Patrick softly bit the side of my neck. I felt tremors rumble all over my body. He bit a little harder and I started to quiver underneath him. He was still rubbing my asshole with his finger, poking at it gently, trying to get inside. “I wanna fuck you,” Patrick said quietly. 

I nodded. I would’ve said, “Okay,” but I could barely open my mouth. Patrick took the finger he’s been using to rub my asshole and placed it between his lips, wetting it with his tongue. He took his finger out of his mouth and placed it against my asshole again. The whole time he was doing this, Patrick’s eyes were on me, a very serious, expression on his face. With his finger he pushed up against my hole gently, waited a few more seconds, and then shoved it into my ass. 
It didn’t hurt as much as I thought it was going to - maybe because it was his finger and not his giant dick. It did sting a little, but in kind of a good way, and Patrick was making sure to be gentle and slow, which I appreciated. 

Patrick shoved his middle finger all the way inside of me, keeping it in there, waiting for me to relax and adjust, before he ripped it out and shoved it in again. Each time that Patrick put his finger into my ass, it hurt less and less; it felt better and better. Patrick licked another one of his fingers and then rammed two fingers up my butt at the same time. I clenched my ass against his fingers, partly in pain, but mostly in pleasure, and I had my eyes shut tightly the whole time. This was all new for me. I had never had anyone stick anything into my ass before, and it kinda surprised me that I was taking it so well. The more that Patrick placed his two fingers inside of me, the more I wanted him to put the real thing into there. 

“You ready?” Patrick asked.

“Yeah...” I whispered. I reached into the drawer on the nightstand next to my bed and pulled out a small bottle of baby oil. Patrick took the bottle from me, opened it, and started to apply some of the oil to his dick. After he was finished, he poured some of the oil onto his fingers and rubbed it softly around my asshole. It felt so warm and wet at the same time; I was filled with many emotions as Patrick prepped me: nervous that I was going to be fucked by Patrick, happy that I was going to be fucked by Patrick, worried about what was going to happen after Patrick fucked me, hoping that our friendship wouldn’t be ruined because of this, and happy again that something I’d always wanted for the longest time was finally coming true. 

Patrick leaned over me, his face close to mine. The head of his dick was pressing gently against my asshole. He kissed me again, very gently. “Don’t be afraid,” he said.

“I’m not.”

Patrick kissed my earlobe and whispered, “You’re the only one I trust, Sean.”

And then he shoved the head of his dick into my ass. My whole body immediately went into shock. I gripped the sheets as tight as I could, squeezed my eyes tight and bit my bottom lip hard. It burned and was painful and he wasn’t even a quarter way inside of my ass yet. I had to take deep breaths and muffle my screams. I didn’t know if I was going to be able to take it. His dick was so thick and long compared to his finger; it felt like I was being ripped open. Patrick rubbed my forehead softly. “Relax,” he whispered. “I won’t go fast.” 

“It hurts,” I whispered back.

“I know,” he answered. “It always hurts at first. But then it’ll get better.”

He sounded really experienced. I knew that this wasn’t the first time he had done this before - and most important, this wasn’t the first time Patrick had done this with a boy before. I wondered who else he had done this with and had he been so gentle and romantic with him. 
Patrick shoved his cock in deeper in my ass. The pain was still there, but after a while it became dull and I started to get a little used to it. When he knew that I was a lot more relaxed, Patrick put his dick all the way into my butt and kept it there for almost a minute before taking it out and ramming it back it. “Relax,” he whispered again.

I nodded. I closed my eyes gently and stopped biting my lower lip. Patrick started to go in a slow steady rhythm, going in and out of my ass. He was right, after a while I really enjoyed the way his cock felt when it was shoved all the way inside of me; I felt like I was whole and complete, like he were two persons that had become one. I felt with Patrick what I had never felt with any other guy - any other person before - peace. I had given myself up completely to Patrick to do anything he wanted with me, and he was making me feel so good. I really didn’t want him to stop at all. 

He started to go a little faster, shoving it in a little bit deeper and harder with each one. My moans and groans went from silent to almost to the point where I feared the neighbors next door would hear me and call the police. Patrick shoved his cock in my ass deeper and deeper, harder and harder. He rolled me over on my side, so that I was facing my bedroom door, and started railing me with no mercy. Patrick was definitely a pro at this and I had fucked a lot of people enough to know what he was doing. He still held my leg in the air, grabbing my calf tightly as he rammed his dick in and out of my ass, harder and harder. I knew I was going to bust any second. Of course I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t help it. 

“This ass is so good,” Patrick whispered. He rolled me over on my stomach and went even harder and faster than he did before if that was possible. I had to bite into my pillow everytime Patrick shoved his cock into me. I felt the cum rising up my dick, ready to shoot out. Right before I shot all over my blanket, I felt Patrick’s body tense up, he growled and his hot, wet cum raced up my ass. Patrick gripped my shoulders tightly, his dick still shoved all the way inside of me. My body spasmed as my nut burst. I screamed out loud, and then after a while I went still. 

Patrick slowly removed his cock from my ass, wiping the last of his cum on my hamstring. I didn’t move or say anything, neither did he. Patrick just rubbed my ass in a circular motion with his hand. “That was good,” he told me.

“Yeah,” I whispered.

I watched Patrick get off my bed and walk naked over to where he had left his clothes on the floor. His body looked amazing; sweaty and muscular, veins sprouting all up and down his arms. His dick was still half-way hard and pointed in my direction. I could still see a few drops of cum on his cock head. As I watched Patrick put on his jeans and then his shoes, I thought about what we had just done. I liked it, and it had been the best experience of my average life so far - but at the same time I felt like I had almost done something wrong. I didn’t know why I felt that way, I just did. 

“Are you gonna put your clothes on?” Patrick asked, smiling.
“Not yet,” I told him. 

After he put on his shirt, Patrick walked over to me, bent down beside my bedside, and looked me directly in the eyes. He didn’t say anything, he just stared. I was glad Patrick didn’t say anything, because I didn’t want him to say anything. He touched my sweaty forehead, then the side of my face, and then he ran his thumb over my lips. I opened my lips slightly so that his thumb could go into my mouth. With his other hand, Patrick rubbed from my shoulders, down the arch of my back, over the curve of my ass, and kept it there. “Did you wanna do this?” he asked.

“...Yeah, I did.”

“Me too...” Patrick answered softly.

“Why?” I questioned. 

“Why not?” was Patrick’s response.

“I didn’t think you would ever...I never thought this would happen...not with you. I wanted it to happen, but I never thought it would.”

Patrick stared at me pensively. “Do you wish we hadn’t?”

I was feeling a bit sleepy, and my asshole was sore. “No...I don’t know...”

“You do know, Sean. Tell me what you really feel. Stop keepin’ secrets from me.”

“I’m not the only one who’s been keeping secrets, Patrick.” 

Patrick took his hand off my ass. He stood. “What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing,” I said.

“No, tell me,” Patrick urged.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve done this before.”

“Done what?” Patrick asked. He was starting to get a bit defensive. I don’t know why.

“That you’ve had sex....with another boy before.”

Patrick seemed dumbfounded by that statement. He looked incredibly defeated as though he didn’t know what to say or how to react. “No, that’s not -”

“You don’t have to tell me who he was,” I told him. “It doesn’t matter to me.” But that was a lie. It did matter to me. In all the fantasies I’ve had about Patrick (and there’s been hundreds of them) I was always the first boy that he ever made love to. It was kinda disappointing that my reality was so far off from my fantasy.