Trevor and I

"Are you sure about this?" I ask. I'm looking into my boyfriend's eyes, becoming lost in the sea of hazels. His bare chest is touching mine, the hairs rubbing against each other.

I don't know how we got here. One moment, we were watching movies and cuddling and, before I even realized what was happening, he was on top of me, kissing me and taking off my clothes. Now, he's poised to enter me. I can feel his dick against my hole and I don't know if I'm ready to be fucked for the first time. I love him. I know that, but I don't know if I'm ready for this.

He leans down, breaking my gaze, and kisses my neck. I moan unintentionally - he knows my body better than I do. He stops the kiss and breathes into my ear, his black bangs tickling my face. "I'm sure. Are you?"

That is the question, isn't it? We'd been dating for over a year and we hadn't ever fucked. I'd sucked him off before, sure, but it never went beyond that. I could usually get him off before he had the chance to even suggest that we move to full-on penetration. He'd figured me before, and I knew that I loved to have him - any part of him - inside me. If his finger could make me cum in a few minutes, I wondered what his dick could do.

He wasn't hung by any means. He was average. Six, seven inches tops, and uncut. I could easily deepthroat him (and, trust me, I had). Honestly, swallowing his cum was one of my favorite things to do. I never got tired of it. I'm not afraid of his cock. With it against my virgin hole, and the warmth of his body on top of me and his hands rubbing me all over, playing with my ass and making me shiver, I suddenly decide that I'm ready for him. All of him.

***

When this first started, we were watching Moulin Rouge. It was the scene where they were dancing around a room, singing to the tune of the Can-Can about how great the show was going to be. Trevor, my boyfriend, randomly looked over at and placed his hand on the side of my face, turning my head to look at him.

That's when he bit his lip. He knew that that would always turn me on, without fail. I knew what he wanted. He knew he could have it.

He dragged my face toward his, and forced us into a kiss. His lips were soft, and his face was scratchy. I loved it. He pulled away and tugged off my shirt, revealing nothing special in particular. I was, and still am, a totally average guy.

I had a splotch of hair on my chest and stomach, but that didn't bother him at all. Trevor didn't mind anything about me. He spread his kissed across my body, pausing to nibble on my nipples and lick my bellybutton. I wanted him.

I pushed him off me, and immediately went for his pants. He tore off his shirt while I undid his belt and began to rub the spot where a bulge was growing. I looked up at him, and he bit his lip again. That did it.

I took off his pants as fast as I could and, with them, his underwear (which were a sexy little number, colored blue and green. They fit snug). His dick sat in front of me, and my mouth started watering. I began to jack him off and I heard him moan. This made me smile.

Without hesitation, I placed my mouth over his cock and sucked for all I was worth. I bobbed my head up and down while jacking and rotating with my hand. He moaned again and placed his hands on the back of my hand, forcing me down and up again. I knew he was enjoying this - he always enjoyed my blowjobs.

Trevor started breathing heavier. He was close. I was ready to taste him again. Then he pulled me off his cock, and forced me into a kiss. He pried my hand off him and placed it on his face. We made out like this, until he broke away and whispered in my ear: "I want to fuck you so badly..."

Who was I to tell him no?

***

So here we are. After he pulled off my pants and underwear and fingered my hole a bit, he was ready to enter me in all his glory.

And then it happens. His cock enters my ass and I scream. It burns like hell. He immediately pulls out of me.

"Jesus!" His eyes appraise my body and my face, looking for any open wounds or other ridiculous problems. "Are you okay?"

I take a deep breathe and lean up to kiss him. I pull him back down to me, and once I can feel his body against mine I tell him, "I'm fine. Try again. Slower."

He nods, and kisses me again. He presses his cock against me one more time, and gently pushes until he breaks through. I wince, and he looks at me, waiting for an okay. I make our eyes meet and nod. He pushes the rest of him inside of me.

It feels amazing. My boyfriends uncut, seven inch dick is buried in my ass and I can't imagine anywhere else I'd rather be. He starts to move his hips, and his cock slides in and out of me, making me feel empty and then whole again. He goes faster and faster until I'm screaming from ecstasy and he's nothing but a blur.

My tight ass burns with pleasure. His face is next to mine, alternating between giving my neck hickies and kissing my lips. His hips still move up and down, in and out.

His abs (faint, but there), brush against my cock at one point. Instantly, I cum, and fill the space between us. As his body rubs against mine, my cum spreads. He feels this and I hear his breathing increase (even more so than the panting he's doing from the exertion of fucking me). I know he's about to cum.

I feel his cock pulse inside of me. He cums in my ass. I debate whether or not it feels better in my ass or in my mouth. I decide that I shouldn't have to choose.

I push him out of, and off of, me (filling my ass with a sense of emptiness). I place his dick in my mouth and make sure it's clean before letting it out. I can feel his cum running out of my ass, and I kiss him again.

"I love you, Trevor." I tell him as I pull away.

"I love you, too." He says back to me, as he casually bites his lip.