9
Luke
Kissing Adam was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
His beard tickled me, but his lips underneath were full and soft.
My heart began to race as our mouths melded together, forming all kinds of shapes that were foreign to me.
This wasn’t like the clumsy make-out sessions I’d had in high school. This wasn’t like the lustful kisses in college when guys would try to extract the passion from me. No— this was different.
It was as if this kiss was a dance. A gentle dance, where Adam knew all the steps. He was clearly the lead as he kissed me, alternating between hard, needy motions, and pulling back to let me take the lead occasionally.
His kiss filled me with desire, and my body reacted predictably.
“Mmm…” I moaned, the want for him bubbling in my body.
He pulled away and his dark green eyes flickered up to meet mine.
“Wow… you’re an incredible kisser,” he said. “I’ve been wanting to do that since the day I first saw you.”
His admission filled me with pride, and his words were like music to my ears.
Truthfully, I’d been wanting to do a lot more with Adam since the moment I saw him: I just didn’t want to admit it to myself.
“Come here, I need some more…” I moaned, pulling his face to mine again.
Right now I wasn’t in Sub mode. I didn’t feel like being meek and submissive and being told what to do. No; now I’d escaped the domestic prison of my house. Now I was being rebellious.
Now I was going to take what I wanted.
Adam moaned as I pressed my face to his, our kissing becoming more and more passionate. I was conscious of the tightness in my pants; a burning desire that had consumed me since we sat down on this dune.
During this entire time with Adam, I hadn’t felt my anxiety try to take me down. Not even once.
Our kisses melded together, and we laid down on the towels with him on top of me, taking control.
I trusted him; letting him have control over this situation seemed as easy and natural as breathing.
He gyrated his body on top of mine, let a primal growl escape, and then kissed me again.
As I moaned, he began kissing down my neck; leaving little footprints of saliva that the night wind chilled.
I shuddered with pleasure, feeling my cock getting hard in my pants.
“God, I can’t get enough of you!” Adam gasped.
I pulled him down on top of me, feeling the weight of him press me into the soft sand.
Up close like this, I could smell him: It was the faint scent of pine trees. When I closed my eyes, I was in the middle of a calm pine forest, the needles under my feet muffling all noise.
It was safe here, under Adam.
I ravenously kissed him, trying to communicate how good, how accepted he made me feel.
Everything with him was perfect.
My cock felt so hard I was about ready to explode. It had been months.
But then, as I grinned thinking about what this steamy session might lead to, the memory came bubbling up to the surface in my mind like a buoy of panic.
I tried to push it back down, and it was gone for a moment. But I knew it would be back.
Adam must have sensed something because he pulled away and looked into my eyes.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice thick with lust.
“I am,” I answered in a tone I hoped was confident-sounding.
I was wary of my anxiety coming up to consume me, but I didn’t want to stop this amazing feeling that Adam was giving me.
Releasing myself from my rational mind, I submitted to the stirring, sexual creature buried underneath. It was made of pure feeling; of pure want.
Chuckling a little, I grabbed the fabric of his shirt and pulled him down on top of me.
“Woah—” Adam said as our lips collided.
It was getting hotter and heavier; I didn’t know if I could take much more without coming in my pants.
All I knew was that I wanted him. I needed him, and the sexual creature inside me felt like it was fully in control.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked him, looking up into his eyes.
His eyes were dark with lust, and he nodded with a single subtle motion.
“Get it,” I said.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, my rational thoughts were screaming at me: What are you doing?! This is so out of character for you!
But the sexual creature in my head was much stronger, and it had broken free. It pressed my rational thoughts down, pinning them.
All I knew was that I needed to get fucked.
Adam rolled off of me for a moment, then pulled his wallet out of his back pocket.
I loved the way he looked there, with both knees on the towel, standing proud as he fished the small square out of his wallet.
To my surprise, he plucked a tiny bottle of lube out of his other pocket.
“You’re prepared,” I said, sitting up. “Did you expect this to happen?”
Suddenly, the sexual creature in my brain was hesitant, unsure if it was looking at a predator.
“Absolutely not,” Adam said. “I always keep one of these on me—” he held up the bottle of lube, “—if I’ve got one of these on me,” he held up the condom. “They kind of have to go together.”
“Well, I’m glad you brought it,” I said, relaxing.
The sexual monster was in control again, sure that I could trust Adam.
“Now, where were we?” he growled, setting square packet and lube down on the towel.
“Right here,” I said, pulling his face in to make out some more.
It felt like by the way he was kissing me that he want to collapse into me; it felt like he needed me.
I pulled away from him for a second, looked him straight in the eye, and told him what I wanted:
“I want you to give it to me from behind,” I whispered, holding his burning gaze.
“You got it,” he said without hesitation. He came across like he
