Echo (14 page)

Just having someone touch him had Cole closing his eyes and arching his back. Which is how he missed Anderson getting into position, then all of a sudden his cock was being engulfed by warm, wet heat.

"O-ohhh," he moaned.

Anderson really seemed to know what he was doing as he sucked Cole's cock. A nice mix of wet heat and suction as one hand held Cole's hips down on the couch to keep him from moving too much.

It felt so good.

Cole opened his eyes and looked down on the top of Anderson's bobbing head as the other man moved faster and faster. He felt Anderson's throat undulating against the head of his cock and his breath came faster and faster until he froze, a moaning-whine escaping from somewhere deep inside as he came in Anderson's mouth.

The feel of Anderson swallowing around him wrung every last bit of cum out of him until he just kind of collapsed on his back. He felt loose and mellow and he had the strange sensation that he could sink into the couch at any moment.

He watched through half-lidded eyes as Anderson sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Well, what did you think of that?"

Cole had to clear his throat twice before he could speak. "
What did you think of that?
I'll tell you what I think: best thing ever."

Anderson laughed and pressed his body down on Cole's so he could press a kiss against Cole's mouth, smearing an errant drop of cum over Cole's lips. "You haven't tried everything yet. There are some things that will really blow your mind." At Cole's questioning look, "Don't worry, we'll try them all out. I promise.

"Now come on, let's move over in front of the fire. There's not enough room on this couch." Anderson stood up, his bare chest gleaming in the firelight. His erection strained the front of his jeans and Cole couldn't help licking his lips. He could taste himself and it made something squeeze tight in his chest.

"
There's not enough room on this couch
. Are you really making plans to fuck me on the floor in front of the fire?" Cole asked. "Don't you think that's a little cliche?"

"We have to do it," Anderson said, pulling him to his feet. His hands were hot against Cole's skin and he couldn't help wanting to feel them stroke all over his body. "It's in the rules of having a fireplace. If you've got one, you
have
to have sex in front of it. It's practically the law."

Cole gave him a very speaking look, but let himself be led over to the fireplace, where he saw Anderson had laid out a blanket in advance. His cock really wanted to take an interest, but needed a little while to recharge. Still, he couldn't help being a bit interested in what Anderson had planned.

He sat down on the blanket and got to watch Anderson strip out of his clothes. It was a sight he really wouldn't mind seeing in slower motion, but the end result of naked Anderson was worth everything.

Anderson's skin was lightly tanned except for the paleness of his ass and front. It was kind of cute to think that Anderson was wearing a pair of flesh-colored briefs, except his cock definitely defied the idea of clothes.

He had a nice cock, just a bit above average that slanted a little to the left and bobbed against his stomach, fully erect. The head of his cock was flushed purple and looked like it should be painful.

Cole could see the vein that ran the length of Anderson's cock and he couldn't explain the way his mouth began to water the second he saw Anderson's balls. His fingers itched to reach out and touch, but he was still unsure about what he was allowed to do.

"You're beautiful," he whispered.

A cocky smile bent Anderson's lips. "Well, that's nice to hear, since I've thought you were the sexiest thing I've ever seen since we first met."

Anderson came to kneel down on the blanket across from Cole. His expression went a bit serious and he seemed to be doing everything he could to ignore the way his cock was dripping pre-come, smearing it across his stomach when he moved. "I really want to fuck you, but I'm kind of getting the impression that you don't have much experience. Like at all. So before we went too far I wanted to make sure you are going to be okay with what we're going to do. Are you ready to have sex?"

Cole ducked his head, feeling his cheeks burn. He was more embarrassed talking about sex than he'd been with Anderson giving him a blow job. "
Are you ready to have sex?
I pretty much decided that you were going to be the guy. I'm a little nervous, but I'm not scared."

"Good." Anderson blew out a shaky breath. "That's good. I promise that if you tell me to stop, I'll try to stop. And if anything we do hurts you or freaks you out or anything, we can slow down or do something else. Is that okay?"

Cole nodded, glancing up through his lashes at Anderson. The firelight was bathing his skin with gold and he looked like some kind of pagan fertility god kneeling there. His cock was hard and ready, the muscles of his whole body quivering with barely contained tension, and his blue eyes burned with the desire to leap on Cole, to fuck him over and over and over again.

He licked his lips. "
Is that okay?
I'm a little nervous," he said again. "But I really want you to fuck me."

That seemed to be all Anderson needed to hear as he crawled across the blanket to straddle Cole's lap, his cock rubbing up against Cole's chest. His mouth was hot on Cole's, his tongue and teeth gnashing against Cole's mouth, not-quite painfully, but definitely possessive.

Things seemed to blur and heat was rising through Cole. At Anderson's urging he found himself once again lying down with Anderson over him, though this time he was on his stomach. He could feel Anderson's erection nudging against the crack of his ass as the other man twisted his head to kiss his lips, his hands kneading at Cole's shoulders.

When Anderson tugged at his hips, Cole got up on his knees. "This position will be a lot easier for you, especially your first time."

"Especially your first time
. You don't want to do it face-to-face?" Cole asked a little nervously. He kind of wanted to see everything that was going to happen, and with his shoulders pushed down so he was on his elbows with his ass in the air, he felt just a tad vulnerable. Especially when he heard the sound of foil being torn open and could picture the condom being rolled down over Anderson's cock.

He squeaked when slick fingers slid between his buttocks, nudging at his hole. He might have flinched away, but Anderson's other hand stroked against his lower back, soothing him. "We can do it face-to-face some other time," Anderson said gently, one finger pressing its way up into his asshole. "I really don't want to hurt you, and this will really be the best way until you get used to things."

The lube was cold, but his body warmed it. Still, it felt kind of weird to feel gooey slickness being slid up inside him, especially when accompanied by a curious finger that almost too-quickly became two fingers.

"Tell me if I hurt you at all," Anderson said, his voice intent. His fingers slowly moved inside Cole, seeming to flex and stretch his nervous insides. It didn't hurt, but it wasn't really all that pleasant either.

Cole really started wondering why anyone would want to do this when he felt the painful stretch of a third finger being introduced. He kind of wanted to tell Anderson to stop, but he really didn't want to piss him off or anything.

Then one of Anderson's fingers rubbed up against something inside--his prostate--and he made a loud guttural groan and couldn't help pushing his ass back against Anderson's fingers.

"Well, I think we found something you like," Anderson sounded amused. There was the squirting sound of more lube and the semi-embarrassing squelch of his fingers sliding in and out of Cole's ass. Then his fingers were being pulled out and one hand rested on Cole's hipbone as he knelt up behind him. "Now, breathe. Kind of bear down a little, and breathe."

Cole pressed his forehead against the floor and
breathed
.

It hurt. Feeling the head of Anderson's cock being positioned at his entrance and slowly pressed up past the ring of muscle... it hurt. A lot.

Tears sprang to his eyes and he wanted to say "Stop, I changed my mind," but instead he just sucked in a gasping breath and dug his fingernails into the floor to keep from jerking away, from just throwing Anderson off him and running.

"There, there," Anderson panted like billows, pressing his head against Cole's. His nipples were hardened nubs against Cole's back and his body quivered with the need to
move
, but he kept himself in control.

It took Cole a minute to realize that Anderson was all the way inside him. He could feel the weight of Anderson's balls pressed against the backs of his own, and his asshole felt incredibly full.

There was a sense of oneness that he couldn't help liking, but it didn't really make up for the fact that Anderson's cock was splitting him in half. Tears filled his eyes and he just tried to hold as still as possible and breathe in and out.

"Are you all right?" Anderson asked, holding perfectly still. Cole could feel his muscles vibrating and he could hear the strain in his voice.

"
Are you all right?
Yeah, I'm okay," Cole lied. He really didn't want Anderson to leave him. Not because he was being stupid and couldn't handle something people did everyday.

"Oh thank God," Anderson said, pressing a quick kiss against the side of Cole's face before rising back up. One hand pressed against Cole's shoulder for balance, while the other gripped Cole's hip.

Anderson slowly dragged his cock out until just the head was in, then slowly plunged back in. His groan was a rich sound in Cole's ears as he bit his lip and tried to pretend that it felt good.

He felt Anderson rocking against him, his cock going in and out, in and out, the movements faster than he'd started out with, but not so fast that he might tear something. It was painful, just a heavy splitting sensation, and he was just about to tell Anderson that he couldn't take it anymore when all of a sudden it didn't feel that bad. Then it actually started to feel
good
and Anderson found some miraculous angle that had him yowling and thrusting his ass backward on Anderson's cock in surprise.

Then they were full on fucking and it was something he'd only read about in books and seen in movies but it was completely awesome. He could hear the sound of Anderson's grunts and groans and sweat streamed from his own skin making the room seem stiflingly hot.

He felt his own cock trying to get hard again, but it was too soon and he only got half an erection. He didn't mind, especially when Anderson's thrusts became shallower and faster, then the man just kind of
slammed
against him, his whole body shuddering as he came.

The guttural groan Anderson made when he came should have sounded ridiculous, but instead it made Cole feel powerful.

He pictured Anderson poised above him, sweat shining against his skin in the firelight, his muscles drawn tight, just absolutely beautiful, and he shivered and went limp. It felt almost as though he'd come again himself, though it was something deeper that flowed from his asshole and balls and didn't really go anywhere.

He panted on the floor, feeling just a little squished with Anderson's full weight pressing down on his back, but he didn't want to move either. There was something nice about another body resting on his own. Comforting and safe and just plain visceral.

After what could have been anywhere from five minutes to half an hour, Anderson rolled off him. He should have looked ridiculous lying there, the condom still on his limp cock. But he was beautiful and Cole couldn't help a surge of pride at the realization that he had been the one to exhaust him so.

"Are you all right?" Anderson finally asked, slowly sitting up.