Coda 01 - Promises

he normally did, he got into bed on the other side and slid over so that his back was against my stomach.
    I drowsily wrapped my arm around him, slid my hand down, and discovered that he was completely naked. I started to wake up a little more then.
    “Hope you’re not too tired,” he said lightly, and then he took my hand and placed a little jar of scented massage oil into it. Suddenly I was wide awake, and my cock was about to explode just at the thought of what his words meant.

    “Are you sure? You don’t have to.”

    “Shut up, Jared.” He rolled onto his stomach. “I’m sure. I’m still nervous as hell, but I’m sure.”
    “Maybe you should be on top. Then you’ll have more control.” He thought about it for a second but then shook his head.
    “Okay.” I wiggled out of my boxers and then sat across his ass. He immediately tensed underneath me. “Just relax. I’m not going to do anything yet.”
    I poured the oil into my hands and started to massage him. I started on his shoulders, which were so big and tense that I feared my hands would be tired before I got any further. But I kept rubbing. Squeezing his shoulders and then rubbing along his biceps, then up and down his back, until he finally started to unwind. Slowly, the tension began to leave him. Still I rubbed, feeling the smooth muscles loosen under my fingers. His body was so beautiful and perfect and strong, and I still couldn’t quite believe that he was really mine. I don’t know how long I massaged him. My hands were starting to burn, but he was so relaxed that I actually thought he might be sleeping.
    I moved down, and knelt between his legs. He tensed a little when I touched his ass but only for a second, and then he made an obvious effort to relax again. I rubbed his legs a little, although I found the sensation of the hairs and the oil against my hands a little strange. Then I slowly moved back up. I poured more oil onto my hands, rubbed some on my cock so I wouldn’t have to stop later.
    For a minute, I just looked at him, that amazing body glistening from the oil. He was just lying there, hard muscle and smooth, tan skin, legs spread wide, looking unbelievably sexy, waiting for me to fuck him. It made me a little giddy.
    He turned his head a little and looked back at me, one eyebrow up.

    “Jesus, Matt, I think I could come just looking at you.”
    He laughed a little and turned back into the pillow, so his voice was a little muffled, but I could still hear the laughter in it when he said, “You better not.”
    I leaned down over him so that most of my weight was against his back. My cock, which was definitely wide awake and wondering when the party was really going to get started, was wedged down along his crack, pointing toward his scrotum. He barely flinched at all when I put my fingers against his rim and started rubbing gently, just as I had done the night before.
    He slid one hand underneath his hips to stroke himself and arched against my hand. I rubbed around his rim while he pumped and heard his breathing becoming frantic. I increased the pressure a little. He was straining hard against me. I pushed in just the tiniest bit and then pulled back out.
    “Jared.” He sounded frantic. “Please don’t tease me.” I slid two fingers into him, and I swear the timbre of his moans dropped an octave.

    “Jesus, I still can’t believe how good that feels.”
    I was going faster than I had the night before, moving my fingers in and out, biting a little at his shoulders. He was pushing his ass up into me, gasping and whimpering, and it was making me crazy. I was dying to finally fuck him, thinking that if I had to wait much longer, I wouldn’t even make it past penetration before I came. And like he was reading my mind, he suddenly said, “Now, Jared.”
    I kept my fingers moving in and out while I moved myself into position. Then, as smoothly as I could manage in my extremely aroused state, I pulled out my fingers and slid my cock in without breaking rhythm. It worked well. I was all the way in before he realized and tensed back up. This time, I didn’t think it was an objection, just reflex. I froze, waiting for it to pass. “Are you in pain?”
    A heartbeat, and then, “No. Not pain.”
    “Good.” I used the hand that wasn’t propping me up to gently rub his shoulders some more. “I know it feels strange right now. I know it feels like there’s no room for me, but there is. Just try to relax like you were a