Page 114 of The Tryout

He nods his head as it rests against the inside of my thigh.

“They do. But I don’t have to if you’re not into it.”

“I’m…no, that’s…fine?”

He smiles.

“Well, tell me if it isn’t, okay?”

It turns out to be far more than fine. The wet heat of his mouth, the delicate brush of his tongue on my hole – in my hole – turns me into an absolute puddle. At no point does my dick lose interest in what’s happening; if anything, it’s more swollen, more ready, even when Avery begins to trace a finger around the muscles he’s slicked with his mouth.

It slips inside me, easier than I had anticipated. Avery doesn’t make any effort to press it forward, to move this any faster than it needs to go. Instead, he focuses on making small circles with it, alternating between inside and outside. I feel myself relax, far more than I’ve been able to when testing this out by myself in the shower.

When I’d ordered the douching kit online, I’d considered tossing in a plug with the order. God knows there had been several in the “also for you” section. In the end, I’d decided Avery would be enough, that he’d take care of me. Besides, I’d probably have wanted his opinion on which one to buy.

Now, laying here with his fingers inside me, I don’t regret the choice at all, enjoying the feeling of my body opening for his. A second finger has somehow gotten in on the action, and the fingers are deeper than they were before. I find myself floating in and out of my body, too attuned to the sensations in my body to worry all that much about what’s causing them.

On one particular press of his fingers, Avery skates over something that lights me up from inside, pushing a deep whine out of me as I close my eyes.

“And that’s your prostate.”

I halfheartedly smack at the back of his head, annoyed that he can be so matter of fact while I’m lying here out of my mind. Soon, he’s working in a third finger, and I’m shocked at the ease with which it enters me. I feel a stretch, yes, but I’m so focused on being full of Avery that I can’t even process it as discomfort, let alone pain. Those fingers continue to work me, sliding in and out so easily that I realize Avery must have added some lube at some point while I was staring at the ceiling and thanking God.

“Have you thought about how you want to do this?”

To his credit, Avery looks like he’d be happy to spend the entire day between my legs, kissing my thighs and working my hole with his mouth and fingers.

Now that’s an idea.

But he also seems to have recognized that my body is already a big fan of this – and if we don’t move on soon, we may never get there.

“I thought…maybe I could be on top?”

I’d done a little research, and it seemed that either that or on all fours was best for a first timer. But as I’d thought about it, I’d realized I wanted to be able to see Avery, plus it looked like it might be a little easier on his knee.

Besides, I found the thought of being in charge for a change a little…thrilling? So often I relied on Avery to set the pace, even though he was constantly checking in, giving me chances to speak up, to take the lead.

Avery nods moving off of me and opening the nightstand drawer again, drawing out a foil packet before situating himself in the middle of the bed, head on the pillows. As he puts the condom on and covers it with lube, I consider asking him to stop, to take it off, to let me feel all of him inside me.

At the same time, I know he’s focused on my safety, and I decide not to say anything. My research had indicated that sometimes condoms are easier, anyway – less friction, easier cleanup. As Avery gets situated, I get on my knees, crawling up to his spot on the bed. I throw one leg over him, sitting astride him and looking down.

“Any tips?” I ask, knowing my nerves are showing.

“Just do whatever feels good, okay? You’ve got this.”

I take a deep breath and grab hold of his slick cock, aiming the head at my entrance. I try to remember everything I’ve read, pushing out as I feel the blunt head of him trying to push in. As I do, I lower myself down, just a bit, until I feel myself open over him.

The stretch is back, more intense this time, but still not what I’d call painful. I’d trusted Avery to prepare me well, and he had. I keep lowering myself, bit by bit, soon feeling the graze of him against that spot inside me. My dick, which had finally lost interest, just a little, in our activities, starts to swell again. Before long, I’m all the way down, Avery seated inside of me. I realize that in my attempt to take him in, I’ve closed my eyes, focused on the stretch of myself around him. When I open them, I’m treated to a beautiful sight, the color high in Avery’s cheeks, his teeth biting into his lower lip.

“You good?” he asks, his hands coming to rest on my hips.

I simply nod, words escaping me. I use my thighs to push myself back up, not stopping until I feel the head of his cock starting to stretch my entrance again. This time, my trip down is quick, decisive, and the shock of it startles moans out of us both. Again and again I rise over him, and the color spreads downward from his cheeks to his throat to his chest. I move my hands along with it, glancing over his nipples as I do.

“Fuck. Fuck, Finn. Can I, can I kiss you?”

For a fleeting moment, I think about where exactly that mouth has most recently been. But looking at him, stretched out beneath me and desperate, I can’t find any part of me that cares. I nod and he sits up, the movement doing wonderful things to his abs. Still inside me, he leans up to meet my mouth.

As our tongues tangle, hungry for one another, I find that the slight change of position has done something wonderful. Every up and down now has him rubbing against my prostate and my dick is angry, red, and leaking. I lose track of my rhythm, but Avery picks up where I leave off, thrusting up into me.