Earth and Sky

instructed softly.

    “I want to see you,” Hunter protested.

    “I know. Next time.” Grant kissed Hunter’s shoulder tenderly. “It’ll hurt less this way, and if it feels good we can still change position, okay?”

    Hunter nodded, feeling terribly nervous right now. He was used to having the upper hand in bed, being the one in charge, being the one doing the fucking. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Grant, but it wasn’t easy being the passive one, especially not because he anticipated it being fairly uncomfortable.

    “Relax,” Grant purred in his ear. “You’re coiled tighter than a spring, and that’s not a good thing right now.”

    Grant gently caressed Hunter’s stomach muscles, but instead of making him feel relaxed, Hunter felt ripples of anticipation run across his skin. It was finally going to happen. He was finally going to find out what it was like to be fucked by a man. Hunter had a hard time focusing, though. With Grant’s hand playing with his nipples—which were suddenly a lot more sensitive than he’d ever realized—and that gentle, soothing voice in his ear interspersed with a sloppy wet tongue licking his earlobe, it almost made him forget that there was something cold and slippery rubbing over his hole. Hunter felt the pressure, though.

    “Push back,” Grant ordered. “Push yourself over my cock.”

    Hunter did just that and felt the burn increase, so he retreated, but not completely.

    “That’s it, rock back and forth a bit.”

    Hunter did, grabbing his waning erection and fisting himself. He didn’t think Grant would fit, so he tried to forget how big and heavy Grant’s cock had felt in his hand. Instead, Hunter tried to focus on the feelings he’d experienced earlier, when Grant had his fingers inside him and was touching that spot that sent electricity through his spine. It would feel so good when Grant thrust against it with the head of his cock. Hunter pushed back again, and it felt like something gave.

    “Yeah, that’s it. Easy now. Just get used to feeling me inside. Just feel how good it is to be filled by my cock.”

    Hunter groaned, not so much from the burning pain as from how full he felt and how this was so foreign, yet felt so right at the same time. Grant was inside him and the burn was slowly subsiding. He wanted to feel that surge of electricity again.

    “Move,” Hunter managed to utter.

    “Are you sure? Why don’t you fuck yourself on my cock first? See what it feels like.”

    “I’m not fucking doing all the work myself here,” Hunter hissed through gritted teeth. He didn’t mean it to sound so brutal, but he couldn’t take back his words.

    Grant pulled Hunter’s head back and kissed him. “I thought you liked being in charge.”

    Hunter was glad Grant hadn’t taken it the wrong way, so he smiled. “I do,” he admitted, a little sheepishly.

    “So meet me halfway?”

    Grant pushed his cock a little deeper, and Hunter pushed back. It helped somewhat with the burn, but he still couldn’t say it felt comfortable. It didn’t take them long to find an easy rhythm, though, Grant covering Hunter’s hand so they could stroke Hunter’s slowly refilling cock together.

    “Does it feel good yet?”

    Hunter nodded and Grant thrust in a little more forcibly, making Hunter whimper. Some nagging voice in the back of his mind told him it sounded silly, like a girl, but Hunter didn’t care. He felt right about not entirely trusting his voice. Every time Grant thrust into him, it was like he pushed air out through Hunter’s vocal cords and made him moan. It was no longer something Hunter had any control over, especially now it was starting to feel better. The sensation of being filled by Grant’s red-hot poker was like nothing Hunter had ever experienced, but he didn’t want it to stop. His hand was wet and slippery with the fluid that was oozing out of the slit of his cock, though, signaling it would all be over soon.

    “You’re so tight, baby,” Grant panted in his ear. “Feels so good. Are you enjoying it yet?”

    Instead of answering, Hunter arched his back and twisted his neck so he could kiss Grant. It changed the angle of Grant’s thrust, and suddenly Hunter felt sparks shoot up his spine again. He groaned loudly, making Grant stop.

    “Everything okay?” Grant asked, concern all through his voice.

    “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop doing that,” Hunter grunted.

    Grant picked up the pace again, and