Boys Will Be Boys - Their First Time (8 page)

Carlo
’
s dark gaze simmered into his. Carlo reached out and cupped the back of Paul
’
s hair.
“
I love your hair,
”
he said softly.
“
It
’
s like silky gold.
”
He stroked the back of Paul
’
s short hair and neck with gentle fingertips. A pleasant shiver ran through Paul
’
s body, right into his cock. A brief image of Carlo stroking one of his newly finished bikes this way flitted through his mind, that of an artist appreciating his work.
“
Th
…
thanks.
”

Carlo
’
s lids lowered more.
“
I like your blue eyes
,
too.
”
He rubbed the nape of Paul
’
s neck, caressed him with the sweetest touch.
“
You like that?
”

Paul nodded. He glanced down. Carlo
’
s hand still rested on his cock, which he stroked lazily. Wow, he couldn
’
t ever have imagined being here like this with the guy of his dreams. Maybe Carlo was just horny, or lonely. Maybe he wouldn
’
t still want Paul after they came. It didn
’
t matter
.

With gentle pressure, Carlo drew Paul
’
s face down to his.
“
Kiss me,
”
he whispered. He parted his lips and brushed them across Paul
’
s. At the first touch, Paul
’
s eyes fluttered closed. God, so soft, Carlo
’
s lips, just as he
’
d always imagined them. Carlo
’
s mustache and goatee tickled his clean-shaven chin in the sexiest way.

He sank in closer to Carlo, surrendered fully to the kiss. His nervousness melted away a bit more
,
and he ventured to slip his tongue between Carlo
’
s heavenly lips. Carlo murmured softly in his throat and opened his lips wider, danced his tongue hungrily against his. Carlo
’
s hands groped at Paul
’
s
T-shirt
, lifted the damp material up.

“
I want to see that bod of yours,
”
Carlo breathed between kisses.

Paul broke their kiss long enough to help Carlo get his
T-shirt
off. He was glad that he worked hard to keep in shape. He had the same v-shape to his torso and similarly carved abs and slim waist as Carlo. He and Carlo were almost identical in height and physique.

“
Mmm.
”
Carlo sat up and leaned into Paul, pressing Paul back against the cushions.

Paul hitched a deep breath. His skin tingled under Carlo
’
s caresses
,
and through his hazy pleasure, he saw the contrast of his pale skin with Carlo
’
s caramel skin.

Carlo leaned over and kissed him again while he stroked Paul
’
s chest. Carlo
’
s touch was appreciative, soft and reverent. Even the way he pinched and kneaded Paul
’
s nipples only stoked the hard-on raging in his jeans.

Carlo slid his hand down Paul
’
s stomach and worked open his jeans. He pushed his fingertips under the waistband of Paul
’
s boxers and stroked his cock. Carlo gasped softly and lifted from their kiss.
“
Damn, Paulito,
”
he said, grinning,
“
I always figured you were hung. Now I know for sure.
”
Before Paul could answer, Carlo kissed him some more, deep and hot.

Paul groaned into Carlo
’
s mouth and arched his hips upward. Carlo fondled the length of his cock and whispered his masterful touch over his balls, which tightened more with each caress. Carlo pulled away again.
“
I love your skin,
”
he murmured.
“
So silky over that hard cock.
”
Before Paul could answer, Carlo took his lips again, caressed Paul
’
s tongue with his.

Each passing second, Carlo
’
s kisses grew wilder as he slid down to his knees. He lifted away from his kiss and panted. His hot breath passed over Paul
’
s skin. Paul slipped his fingers into Carlo
’
s hair and sifted the length of it between his fingers.
“
I love your hair
,
too,
”
Paul said, chest heaving.

Carlo grinned. Without speaking, he tugged down Paul
’
s jeans and boxers. Paul felt his cheeks heat. Damn, he was blushing! His freed cock stood straight up in a slight curve from his body. Carlo stared. His tongue came out and slid across his full soft lips.
“
Like I said before, well hung.
”

Paul laughed. Carlo
’
s praise helped melt away more of his nervousness.
“
Thanks.
”
He hitched a breath as Carlo wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it.

“
You feel sooo good,
”
Carlo crooned. He leaned forward and took the head of Paul
’
s cock into his mouth.

Paul lifted his head and watched. Sparks of heat danced on his skin every inch that Carlo engulfed in the moist heat of his mouth. Carlo feathered his tongue along Paul
’
s shaft. His dark head bobbed as he took Paul in and then slid back. Paul
’
s fingers remained in Carlo
’
s hair. He couldn
’
t believe this was happening to him; couldn
’
t have ever imagined Carlo on his knees, sucking his cock.

Carlo
’
s hand stole downward, slipped between Paul
’
s butt cheeks. Paul hitched another breath as Carlo caressed his tight hole with that same expert touch. He spread his thighs wider for Carlo
,
and Carlo pushed a finger inside him. Carlo filled his hole gently, spread him open with soft but insistent tugs. The pleasure was incredible
,
and Paul moaned. He couldn
’
t think at all. His mind, like his body from Carlo
’
s licks and strokes, was jelly, completely under Carlo
’
s control. Whatever Carlo wanted to do to him, he could.

Carlo sucked Paul
’
s cock for what seemed a long time. Paul made himself hold back, even though Carlo
’
s masterful tongue and lips kept bringing him to the edge. Bit by bit, Paul
’
s shyness completely slipped away. Carlo was coaxing him to a frenzy. He slid his hands from Carlo
’
s hair to his strong shoulders.

Several tugs
,
and Carlo let Paul
’
s cock slip from his mouth. He looked up, large dark eyes full of lust, lips gleaming.
“
What is it, Paulito? Am I hurting you?
”

Paul shook his head. He
’
d always been shy about asking for what he wanted. Now, the thing he wanted most was within his grasp and shyness grabbed his words. He pulled again on Carlo
’
s shoulders.

A grin spread across Carlo
’
s sexy lips. He rose up onto his knees. Paul leaned over and pushed Carlo
’
s already loose jeans down his tapered hips and sloping thighs, strong from years of playing soccer.

Carlo
’
s erection sprang free. The thick shaft bobbed close to Paul
’
s mouth
,
and a drop of pre-cum glistened at the tiny opening. Feeling bolder now, Paul reached out, wrapped his hand lightly around Carlo
’
s delicious, caramel-hued cock and leaned over. He slid the tip of his tongue gingerly across the lobes of the plump head and licked up the tiny salty droplet.

Carlo groaned and pushed his hips forward. One hand slid through Paul
’
s hair, just long enough on top for Carlo to curl his fingers into.
“
Paulito,
”
he whispered.

Encouraged, Paul took the whole head in. Carlo
’
s answering groan urged him to take the shaft in deeper. As deep as he could. His lips bumped over the small veins
,
and Carlo
’
s musky flavor filled Paul
’
s senses. Carlo was as delicious as Paul had always imagined he
’
d be. With his other hand
,
he palmed the heavy sac of Carlo
’
s balls. Carlo groaned again and tightened his fingers in Paul
’
s hair. Paul tightened his lips and sucked Carlo more. He bobbed his head up and down, faster and faster
,
and his wildness inside unleashed itself. E
very
suck on Carlo
’
s cock made his own body tingle. His cock and ass tightened, desperate for release.

Paul pulled back
,
and Carlo
’
s cock slipped from his mouth. He looked up at Carlo
’
s flushed face.
“
Carlo
…
I
…
want
…
”
Shyness overcame him again
,
and he lay back, legs spread, hoping that the nonverbal message would work.

It did. Carlo chuckled and collapsed lightly on top of him. The studio lights had warmed their bodies as well as the heat of lust and their bare chests fused together, as if Carlo were making love to him on a sun-warmed beach. Sliding his hands down Carlo
’
s strong back of smooth muscles, down to his perfect ass, he clutched the two hard globes of muscle. Carlo answered him with a hot kiss and the push of two thick fingers inside Paul
’
s tight hole, preparing him.

Carlo pulled out his fingers.
“
Don
’
t worry, Paulito, I
’
m safe. I wouldn
’
t hurt you.
”

Paul nodded, panting.
“
I know.
”

Carlo moaned softly, as if Paul
’
s trust in him was a turn
-
on, and pushed the head of his cock, well lubricated from Paul
’
s mouth, in. Paul groaned and gripped Carlo
’
s ass tighter. He pulled Carlo closer
,
and Carlo obeyed, push
ing
his cock in deeper
…
and deeper, until their bodies met.

“
Paulito,
”
Carlo whispered again and plundered his lips and mouth with hot kisses. The passionate way he rode Paul and kissed him made Paul feel as if Carlo had wanted to do this for a long time. Paul tilted his head back and let his whole consciousness shrink to the feel of Carlo
’
s hot body on top of him, his cock inside him, rubbing the soft insides of his ass with perfect strokes, Carlo
’
s male scent and the iron quality of his lithe muscles.

Carlo pushed harder, deeper, moved faster until he groaned. His body stiffened
,
and Paul could feel Carlo
’
s hot cum spurting inside him, filling him. Paul grasped his own cock and pumped it rapidly, wanting to come at the same time. In moments, he spilled over the edge. His cum made white ribbons of moisture that splashed on his stomach and chest.

He felt the tension run out of Carlo
’
s body just as his own climax ended. Carlo chuckled
a
nd kissed Paul
’
s lips. Paul laughed
,
too. He couldn
’
t stop. The two of them laughed together, and the sound mixed with the patter of rain outside. Paul rested his hands on Carlo
’
s triceps. When their laughter had passed, Carlo kissed him again.