Salty, savory, intense. Delicious. The taste of Peter's cum was fresh in my mouth after he had just minutes ago dumped a week's worth of built up semen into it. Every breath I took spread his powerful essence throughout my olfactory system and a flush of hormones into my brain caused my dick to twitch. My cock would have gotten harder but it simply wasn't possible at that point. I had finally gotten my hands (and mouth) on a meaty, heaving dick. A moment I had been dreaming of for so very long had more than met expectations. And despite my desire to take my own dick in my hand, pump it a few times, and shoot my built up load across the floor, I knew I had to hold off. And not just because I'm pretty sure Peter would be a little annoyed if painted his carpet with my semen, lol.
Peter was in the kitchen grabbing us a couple glasses of water. I admired him as I followed. It was still slightly embarrassing to me to be totally naked with someone else, especially with my boner sticking out in front of me. I had built up a bit of sweat with my oral efforts and my hands were sticky with a thick residue of pre-cum, cum, and saliva. I decided to wash them up so I wouldn't get anything on Peter's fine home furnishings so I walked to the kitchen sink and got on with it. While I rinsed the last of the fluids off my hands, Peter placed a water glass on the counter, turned my head, and planted a kiss on me while he caressed my waist and hips. My dick, which had finally begun to soften slightly, began to slowly inflate again. The roller coaster ride of horniness I was on was beginning to take a toll and I could feel my balls begin to ache ever so slightly.
Despite not wanted to dilute the flavor of Peter in my mouth, I downed the glass of water quickly. I was parched. Luckily, Peter's thick cum had staying power. I took a breath and appreciated the continued assault on my senses.
"You want to relax in the hot tub for a little bit?", Peter asked.
"Oh my god, that sounds so nice," I responded enthusiastically.
"Awesome." Peter grabbed my hand and led me towards his back deck. Stepping out into the warm sun, I admired his beautiful garden. The deck had a sitting area with outdoor couches and coffee table. And off to the side, in a small roofed area, was a steaming hot tub. Clearly, Peter had thought ahead and got the tub ready for just this moment.
Finally, I had calmed down a bit sexually and I sank into the hot tub with a content sigh. Peter watched me, lightly smiling.
"Nice, huh?" he asked.
"Amazing," I replied.
We relaxed for a bit and actually talked about things. I talked about being on a gap year, just living the simple life while I still could, living at home. Peter talked about his work in the tech industry, how he missed when things were simpler for him in some ways. Ultimately though, he gestured generally towards the yard and house and said, "Things are not too bad, though," which made us both laugh.
We had been sitting across from each other while we talked. Eventually, the conversation died down and Peter got up and swam/walked toward me. The butterflies in my stomach kicked back to life a little and my dick immediately started to harden up.
Peter reached out wordlessly and pulled me into the middle of the tub with him. He caressed my body. I gently explored his muscled pecs and lats. We kissed deeply.
Peter pulled me with him as he sat back down and I instinctively straddled him. He ran his hands up and down my long, thin legs and played with my butt cheeks while we continued to make out. Before too long, Peter's fingers reached deeper and gently prodded my tiny hole. Without breaking our kiss, I instinctively released a whining moan in response. As much as I wanted to give him access, with the lack of any sort of lube, he was obviously going no further at that moment. But still, my cock was back to fully erect and I began to dry hump Peter as he stimulated me.
Peter broke the kiss and said, "Let's go rinse off." Clearly he was full of lust again. I pulled off him and Peter stood up revealing his own, mostly hard, dick. He jumped out of the hot tub and I jumped out to follow.
I thought we'd be heading back into the house but Peter guided me to the other side of the deck towards two French doors. Upon opening them we continued into his master bedroom. A large, luxurious king size bed was in there. I had a feeling this would be the bed on which my deflowering would finally happen and I blushed at the thought. His room was very clean and organized but not sterile. There were also a couple strategically placed mirrors, a large one to the side of the bed and a tall mirror on the door opposite the end of the bed.
I followed Peter through his room and into a large bathroom with a huge shower in it. Peter turned on the water and while it got nice and hot, he put his hand on my chin and leaned in to kiss me gently and quickly. He looked into my eyes and asked, "Are you enjoying yourself, are you ok with everything that's happening?"
I melted inside, nodded and said, "I'm loving it."
Peter said, "Good. Let's rinse off." We jumped into the shower.
We didn't do too much in the shower besides literally rinsing off. Maybe a bit of caressing and a few small kisses but by the hardness of our cocks, I think we both knew where we headed and we didn't want to waste much time getting there.
We got out and dried off as well as we could and then walked into the bedroom. At the foot of the bed, Peter kissed me before gently turning me to face the bed. He stood behind and stroking my shoulders down to my waist and then my hips he prodded me forward and said, "Hands and knees on the end of the bed. Arch your back and spread your legs and hips."
I happily followed his direction but I have to admit I was certainly feeling the nerves. I had never felt more vulnerable and exposed in my entire life.
I looked behind me just as Peter felt up my glutes, gave my right one a light slap, and said, "Oh my god, you're ass is so fucking cute." He then walked over to his dresser while I eagerly and nervously waited.
Peter reached in his dresser and took out a bottle of lube and left the drawer open. I was curious what else was in there but got distracted by Peter and his bouncing semi walking back over to me.
Peter looked me in the eyes and asked, "You ready?"
"I am," I replied, seriously.
"Ok. Just relax. And don't forget to breath."
I looked to the left of me and appreciated the action reflected in the mirror. I saw myself obediently on my hands and knees while Peter lorded over me, looking down at my nether regions.
I closed my eyes to focus on relaxing and breathing. I heard Peter open the cap to the lube and felt one of his hands further spread my left butt cheek. Then I felt a couple drops of lube land right above my hole and I felt Peter's index finger catch it and begin to prod my asshole.
"Push out slightly," Peter directed.
I pushed out gently and felt the tip of his finger slip inside my hole. Even though he was barely in, I felt a warmth radiate through my body. I've always been extremely sensitive to anal stimulation.
Peter dripped a little more lube onto his finger and began to push the rest in. Quickly, he was buried all the way to his last knuckle. He slowly rotated his finger and I realized I was breathing heavy and moaning already. It wasn't just the physical feeling of his finger inside of me but it was also knowing that this man had me in such a situation, completely naked and happily presenting my most intimate spot to him for his pleasure and control.
Peter slowly withdrew his finger and pushed it back in to the hilt. I moaned when he bottomed out and Peter began a fairly quick in, out, and twisting motion which had me breathing a little heavier than normal. But I had certainly taken more fingers and bigger objects than his one finger so, while I certainly was enjoying the feeling of my hole being manipulated and stimulated for the first time by someone other than myself, it didn't take long before I was as stretched out as I possibly could be by the action.
Peter suddenly pulled out of me and I felt a couple more nice sized drops of lube fall onto my hole, which was quickly plugged by two of Peter's fingers.
"Ok. I'm gonna add another finger. This is basically the most I'm gonna do with my fingers, ok? I want you to really feel the stretch when the time comes. It will be a little tougher but I think you'll appreciate the added intensity."
I looked back at Peter, who genuinely wanted me to be happy and squeaked, "Ok." I had subconsciously taken on a higher sound to my voice, I think having to do with the feeling of exposure and submission. Peter smiled back at me before looking with concentration down at his fingers ready to explore my hole.
Peter began to push his two fingers into me and I looked forward again, closed my eyes, and pushed out gently until I felt both of his fingers pop past my sphincter. I let out a little, "Oh."