Fallocaust (The Fallocaust Series) (64 page)

Oh man, he was looking right at me. I think this experience had woken up something in him as well. Though it was Reaver, different things had triggered it. Perish getting raped by Nero would be my guess.

I remembered feeling something stiff press up against my backside when he made me watch them.

That made me want to stop, but I wasn’t that strong. I was weak, too many hormones were coursing through my body to care what was right and what was wrong. Reaver was in a rare state, well rested, off of drugs enough to have a sex drive but on them right at this moment to enjoy touch. I was being stupid second guessing this.

I withdrew my fingers and licked them myself before running them down his cold stomach, down to his hole.

I felt around until I found the right angle. Reaver shifted himself and I held his thigh back with my free hand. My heart was beating rapidly in my chest as I watched my finger tease his opening. When I was satisfied with the position I pushed my middle finger in.

My whole body tingled as I heard Reaver take in a sharp breath.

I pushed my finger in and out a few times. He was very tight, tighter than Perish had been. I was worried in that moment two fingers would hurt him, but it was Reaver. Sexual Reaver was new to me, but if he was anything like my normal Reaver... he would have incredible endurance.

So I tried to put the second finger in, it was a tight fit. My eyes flickered up to Reaver’s face. His eyes were closed, and his face was tensed and his jaw tense. I pulled them both partially out and back in, all the way in. I could see his teeth biting his lips in pain... it was... really arousing. I continued to pull them almost all the way out, then slowly push them up to my knuckle.

This had been different than what I had done to Perish but I didn’t tell him that. With Perish it had been quick, and rough, but Reaver... I was more gentle.

The difference now was that Perish’s ass had been well used by himself, Silas and Nero. Reaver was... I smiled for the first time.

He was such a virgin. I giggled, then gasped at my own audacity. Reaver opened his eyes and glared at me, my fingers still moving in and out of him.

“What do you find so funny?”

I couldn’t help it, I grinned. I leaned down, still in him and kissed him deeply. “I just like you like this.”

“Mm, like what?” He kissed me, then let out a little grunt in my ear as I pushed my fingers in.

“You know what.”

Before Reaver could answer I started curling my finger like he had done. I found his prostate and started pushing against it. His answer was a surprised moan and then a curse word under his breath. I started nipping his neck, thrusting the spot some more with both my fingers, I put some weight into it this time.

I shifted closer to him and as I did, I felt wetness on my cloth pants. I looked down and saw a spot of pre-cum on the cloth and at the same time I saw Reaver’s dick. A bead of pre-cum was on the head.

I knew he would stop me, but I slid off of him until I was kneeling in the space between his legs again. I took his dick, hot to the touch, into my hand and licked the cum off of the head.

“Oh, oh shit,” Reaver gasped, he pulled his body away from me. His dick moved away from my mouth and my fingers withdrew from inside of him. “No... no... no,” he said hastily.

I ran my tongue along the roof of my mouth to taste it, it was sweet, his dick tasted good too. I wanted more. I leaned down and put my mouth over the crown. I ran my tongue along the back of the head  and teased the slit with short little flicks.

Reaver sucked in a breath, but he didn’t pull back this time. I put half of it in my mouth, though I had no idea what I was doing. It took up a lot of my mouth and it was hard to get all of it in without choking. They made it look easier than it was, the pictures I had seen. Besides Perish and Nero I had only seen this in magazines, and the occasional voyeur going at it when they thought no one was watching. I sucked on it like it was a lollipop, that’s as far as my oral education went. I should have watched that porn with Perish.

Oh god what if he didn’t like it? I tried to listen to the sounds he was making. He was moaning quietly and his breathing was rapid. I wanted to look up at him but I was scared if I did he would pull away again.

I decided to start stroking him too as I licked and sucked on the head. I tried to pull his foreskin over his head but was surprised that were wasn’t any. Which was very rare. Circumcision was barely practiced nowadays, too much infection and babies died easily as it was. I’d ask him more about it, but I knew he wouldn’t know, he didn’t even know where he had been born.

I got a good rhythm going once I started stroking him. It got easier to have it all in my mouth too, though I stuck with just the head and some of the shaft. I didn’t want to choke, and embarrass myself. I just hoped he liked it, or at the very least, I was as good as Reno.

“Okay, you gotta stop,” Reaver gasped after several minutes had passed, he pulled away again and this time I let him. His dick was starting to twitch in my mouth, I knew he was close. I would have loved him to finish in my mouth though.

I crawled up to him and kissed him, as I did I felt him slide my pants down. I saw him look down and I did too.

My own member was a stiff and rigid, its head was pink and it was dribbling pre-cum.

He put his hands on my shoulders and directed me off to him. I kneeled beside him, and he brought himself to a kneeling position too.

He pushed my shoulder down and I followed his lead and laid down on the bed. The next thing I knew he was between my legs.

His mouth was wet and warm like it had been on my fingers. Against my uncut head it was mind blowing. I felt a slight suction, then the sound of his lips breaking the seal. Glancing down I could see the pre-cum gone.

It was an intense feeling as he started sucking the head like I had just done him. Not just from the pleasure, but because it was Reaver. It was surreal, almost like it wasn’t happening. The pleasure was good, but nothing compared to the feeling I got being so close to him. Doing these things with him.

The light from the living room illuminated the top of his head, and our bodies. The rest of the room was dimly lit. I stared at him like the god he was as he moved up and down on my dick. The tingling, warm suction was making the tension in my groin build. I was afraid I was going to cum, but every time I started to reach the threshold he would pause to just kissing the shaft to give me a break.

Then he broke his mouth away for the last time and made his way back up to my mouth. He kissed me some more.

To my surprise, he put his hands on my legs. I was confused at first until he started to push them back.

My heart froze, my breathing started to get more rapid and his did too. He leaned into me and started tonguing and kissing my neck, beside me I could hear him open one of his nightstand drawers.

Oh my god this was it.

I heard a cap snap away from a bottle, it was lube, I knew it. My heart was banging in my chest with anticipation, nervousness and wanting.

I could do it... I knew it would hurt at first, but I could do it. Oh my god, I couldn’t believe this was happening.

I smelled the lube as he rubbed it onto his dick, then a moment later I felt him rub some onto my hole, then a small bit of pressure as he pushed a lubed finger inside for a moment. He kissed me again, and I grabbed my knees and held them back.

His eyes were full of concentration and desire, his mouth was slightly open to accommodate his own heavy breathing. His hair was falling over his face and his eyes as he looked down at our bodies. His hand grasping his dick, my own hard and throbbing resting against my stomach. I watched as he positioned it, I could feel the head rest against my hole. When he tried to push it in though it was at a bad angle, I sucked in a breath but a small cry of pain escaped before I could stop it.

He pulled away by instinct. I put my hand down and directed it into the right spot for him.

“Push,” I said holding it. I felt an intense amount of pressure and pain, I clenched my teeth and tried not to cry as he pushed. His dick was big and thick, I was worried for a moment he wouldn’t be able to get it in.

“Harder,” I gasped. I moved my butt towards his dick to try and slip it in. I felt more pressure, so in return I continued to push back.

I let out a soft scream as the head popped in. My other hand which was around his back clenched, I could hear Reaver moan and swear. I pushed myself into his dick, and as I did he slowly broke me in.

It burned... badly. The pressure and pain was intense and I almost asked him to take it out. It didn’t feel good at first, it was just painful and uncomfortable.

I endured it, the rapid ragged breaths in my ear from my boyfriend helped me push through the pain. I kept reminding myself Reaver’s dick was inside of me, Reaver and I were having sex. The pain would disappear soon... this is what first times were like for every gay couple. We would never forget out first time together, I couldn’t spoil it because of some fleeting pain.

I could see his entire length disappear inside of me, and with every withdrawal he pushed it in further. He held it in there for a few moments before I watched it start to appear again as he pulled it out. I saw just the rim of his head before he gently pushed it back in. He started a slow rhythm, pleasurable for him but it still burned and hurt for me.

“Are you okay?” Reaver gasped, his mouth was right by my ear. His body was tepid against mine. I could feel sweat start to collect around his neck.

“Yeah,” I said back, I positioned my hand on his backside and started moving with his soft thrusts.

“You’re too tense, you need to relax,” Reaver whispered, gently kissing my neck.

I leaned my head back on the bed and tried to relax myself, I didn’t realize my whole body was so tense. He felt it before I realized it.

I looked up and saw the jip rock ceiling, stained with water spots, and my own legs. The feeling of disbelief came over me again. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

With every thrust I made myself relax a bit, and eventually though I wasn’t sure how long, it started to feel good. Instead of sharp cries, my sounds turned to moans and small grunts. He sensed this too, and sped up his pace a little bit. As he did I held my legs back further so he could get a better angle.

He drew his body back as I did so he wasn’t laying on me as much anymore, and took the back of my knees into each of his hands and pulled them back. Freeing my own hands.

I watched his perfect body, with the light behind him. His face holding expressions I didn’t even know existed for him.

“You’re beautiful,” he said to me.

I blushed, and ran my hand down his side, then down to where he was joined with me. I felt where he entered me, and put some pressure on his member while he thrusted. Soon his hand joined mine, and we stayed in that position. Our eyes never left one another’s, just our moans filled the otherwise silent basement.

When he moved his hand away I moved mine too. He laid down on top of me again, using his elbow to support himself. I put my hands back on my knees and drew them back.

He pushed himself fully inside of me, and kissed me. Together we kissed passionately and deeply, or tongues massaging one another’s and his hips making sharp and deep pushes. I clasped my hand with his and he squeezed it tight. Before he started to quicken his pace.

My own member, which had gone soft during the painful moments started to harden with his speed. I was used to him inside of me now, and the pain was pleasurable, enough for me to want more.

“Faster,” I whispered.

Reaver let out a raspy moan and made me want him even more. “I’ll cum.”

I responded to that with another kiss, he swore and groaned, before giving me a couple hard thrusts. I moaned his name which I think did it in for him. He started to push in me harder. Rapid, long jabs inside of me, hitting all the right places.

Damn, it felt good... it felt really good.

I locked my legs behind his back. I cried out every time he plunged fully into me. His moans were in tune with his thrusts, it was driving me mad. I never wanted it to stop, the pressure felt so good.

The bed wasn’t on a frame so it wasn’t squeaking, but I was shaking back and forth with each push. My body going up and down every time his groin slammed against me. He was going faster and faster, the dull pain that was still there was lost in a torrent of pressure and pleasure.

Then his moans started to change, they were deeper more drawn out. I sunk my nails into his back as he moaned in my ear. My dick was throbbing, it almost hurt it was so hard, every low moan he uttered into my ear only made it worse. I thought I was going to cum without him even touching my cock.

He gasped, followed by a loud, unhinged cry, his hips slammed against mine several times, making me cry out. His ragged breathing turned into gasping moans. God he was cumming inside of me.

I felt his cum fill me as he finished. It made inside of me slippery and slick. It was incredibly hot knowing it was his.

Reaver collapsed onto my body, still in me, my legs still in the air, held back by my own hands. He let out a groan and stayed there for a few moments, his head bowed over and his shoulders rising and falling with his breath. Still hard he pulled himself out, before he grabbed my cock and to my shock started sucking on it.

I lasted a solid ten seconds. I barely managed a surprised moan before I orgasmed myself. The intense pleasure rushed through me like lightning. I came hard, harder than I ever had doing it to myself. I closed my eyes, and moaned loudly feeling his tongue and mouth flex to take in my cum. I grabbed onto his head and clenched it. The tension tightening through me, before finally it released with a cry of his name.

When I opened my eyes his mouth was sucking up the cum that had escaped from his lips. My head was so sensitive I pulled it away before he could finish, but he drew it back and got the last bits. He licked his lips and pulled himself out of me.

I leaned back on the bed gasping, and he laid right beside me also out of breath. Together we laid there not speaking.