Dimitri rolled his hips.
Eli gasped and covered his knob in saliva.
Dimitri chuckled, pulled Eli to him in a sixty-nine position, and buried his head between Eli’s legs. What an ass. He reached up and fingered the tiny hole.
Eli moaned but did not stop trying to suck him to death.
Dimitri lifted his head, pulled Eli toward him and ran his tongue up the crack of the young man’s behind. He half expected Eli to bolt, but when he didn’t, he continued teasing the hole. He wet a finger with salvia and pushed the tip inside. This did get Eli’s attention.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting you ready. This is virgin territory. You need a little prepping, preppy.”
Eli groaned at his joke.
Dimitri slapped him on the backside playfully and went back to work on stretching Eli’s rectum.
“Ouch,” Eli moaned as the finger entered him.
Dimitri added more spit to help work the finger in deeper.
Eli gasped, this time from pleasure. “My cock is getting so hard.” Dimitri reached forward and stroked it with his other hand.
Eli trembled as Dimitri simultaneously screwed him in the butt with the finger and masturbated him.
Dimitri introduced a second finger and Eli nearly sprang off the bed. He chuckled. “I think I’m going to need some lubrication if I want to get through this little thing.” He bucked Eli off him. “You’re still too tight.” He walked into the bathroom for lube and rubbers and returned already suited up in a condom.
Eli eyed him curiously. “It’s black.” Dimitri looked down at the rubber. “Adds a little flavor to the mix.”
Eli’s top lip curved into a gnarly, little snarl. “Dream on.”
“Roll over and present tail, smart guy,” Dimitri told him.
Eli obediently rolled over and knelt. He presented his buttocks to Dimitri. “You won’t hurt me, will you?” Dimitri crawled between his legs, opened the lube, and squeezed some on his fingers. “No,” he said as he introduced two fingers into Eli’s butt.
Eli yelped. “You lie.”
Dimitri laughed and worked the fingers in and out until he found Eli’s prostate.
“Ooh,” Eli moaned as the hurting turned into pleasure. “I think I can get used to this.” He groaned again. “Maybe not.” Dimitri removed his fingers, mounted Eli’s hips, and guided his dick to the tiny, pink opening. Seconds later he slipped the head inside.
Eli moved around beneath him.
“I like this song,” Dimitri said, trying to distract Eli as he inched a little more into him. He gasped as the sheath opened and accepted him. The song provided good humping music, and the pillow drowned out Eli’s groans.
Dimitri smirked as he spread Eli’s butt cheeks and rode his hips.
His dick moved in and out the greasy hole with ease now. Eli got into the groove, backing up on him in a rhythmic manner. Sweat poured from both their bodies as they screwed. He stopped riding Eli, withdrew, and slid out.
Eli flopped down on his stomach. “I’m still hard.”
“I’m about to remedy that,” Dimitri said, flipping him over on his back and crawling between his legs again. “I want to fuck you senseless.” He leaned forward for a kiss.
Eli’s tongue snaked out and plunged into his mouth. He wrapped his arms around Dimitri’s neck and kissed him passionately.
“You really want this?” Dimitri asked once he caught his breath.
“Yes,” Eli said, spreading his legs. “Take me over the edge.” Dimitri entered him again, plunging deeply as Eli clung to him.
Eli’s nails scratched his back as their passions intensified.
Dimitri moved his tongue in and out of Eli’s mouth, savoring the sweetness as their bodies got to know each other.
Eli cried out against his lips as he came. He made pitiful little helpless sounds that made Dimitri love him even more.
His body finally gave up the ghost and the nectar gushed from his dick as Eli continued to tremble beneath him. They lay spent in each other’s arms basking in the afterglow.
Chapter Five
Eli walked around in a daze the next week, avoiding his parents and trying to practice for the recital. Swimming practice had ended, which left him free time to spend with Dimitri. They’d sneak up to Dimitri’s apartment for a quickie during lunch. Greer and Jose would look at him with humor as he stumbled downstairs to leave with swollen lips and with Dimitri practically clinging to him. Dimitri would give him one quick kiss, slap him on his bottom and send him away.
Justin called and invited him to an impromptu barbecue over at his parents’ home. Eli didn’t want to accept because he still had so much to do, but he hadn’t seen his friends in a while. He drove over even though Justin lived down the street.
The entire gang was there, including Trey, who he really didn’t want to see. Holly had cut her hair. It looked pretty. And Henry had shed his dreadlocks for twists.
“Where you been?” Henry asked as they tossed a football in the backyard.
“Busy,” Eli replied.
“When are you moving into your apartment?”
“In a couple of days,” Eli lied, catching the football and tossing it back to Henry. He’d moved in yesterday but didn’t want to tell him.
“Do you need any help?”
“No, I’m cool. The furniture has arrived and I’ve moved most of the heavy stuff already.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Eli said. He hadn’t told them where his apartment was located. He’d planned to. Now he didn’t think it was such a good idea since Dimitri had promised to come over for sleepovers when he could.
Trey and Justin joined them and before long they were all hot and sweaty from the game. Eli removed his shirt to cool off.
“Ooh, what is that?” Henry asked, pointing to Eli’s chest. “It looks like a passion mark.”
That got Trey and Justin’s attention. They walked their nosey butts over to examine him.
“No wonder we haven’t seen him in awhile,” Trey said. “He’s been humping some chick.”
Holly walked over with a can of soda. “What are
