Felix’s face reacts with surprise as his eyes flutter, but he blinks it away.
“It will be my honor.”
He reaches for the condom, pulling it over his dick which hangs above the bunched-up panties he’s still wearing.
“I want you to be on top of me,” Felix whispers. “It will be easier for your first time, and a joy for me to see you ride my dick.”
“Yes.” It’s a whisper.
Felix leans against the headboard. “Come to me, Apollo, but face away. I want to worship your beautiful ass a little longer.”
“Jesus.” I straddle him on my hands and knees, my ass directly in front of him, my face pressed to the bed. He strokes my cheeks, spreading them and pressing sweet kisses to my entrance.
“It is so pretty, Apollo. It is perfect, like you crafted it just for me to ruin.”
The word ‘ruin’ from his lips sends a sharp jolt through me.
“It is so tight right now, so perfectly puckered, but when I am done with you, it will be stretched, relaxed, and dripping.” He laughs. “In my fantasy, condoms do not exist, and I would breed this hole, filling you up inside. I would plug you up and make you walk around with me still in you. I would only unplug you when you begged me, and then I would fuck you again, using my cum as lube, until you could take no more.”
“Christ, Felix. Your mouth.”
“I have only the filthiest plans for you. I have saved them up for ten years. Now I will live them.”
“Please,” I plead. “Please, Felix. Please fuck me. I want your cock so bad.”
He locks his mouth to my entrance, sucking and licking and prying me open with his fingers. He murmurs words of praise in French and English, gripping my dick and pulling it through my legs to suck in between worshipping my hole.
“Now you are ready, lover. Turn around so I can see your face when I enter you.”
I exhale, filled with nervous anticipation. Felix is stroking his dick, his eyes heavy with lust, and he’s never looked more beautiful than in this moment. I center myself above his cock, and as he holds it steady, I lower myself down. When the tip enters me, I tense, feeling that burn shoot through me again.
Felix shushes me with a comforting sound, as if reassuring me without words that I’m okay. I nod, continuing my descent down his length. As the burn subsides, my body relaxes, and a sound I can only describe as overwhelming joy escapes my lips.
Felix’s eyes flutter. “Good, darling. So good, mon chouchou.”
I put my hands on his shoulders, eyes wide. I have a dick inside of me. His dick. I don’t know what I thought it would feel like, but it’s...fucking amazing.
“Move when you are ready,” Felix says.
I nod, slowly moving up to test how it feels. Oh, that’s good. I keep going, increasing my speed as it starts to feel even better. Felix smiles, knowing that I’m getting into it. His hands stroke my sides up and down, rest on my hips, then move up again.
I start to really get into it, nearly bouncing as my body opens to him. Felix gets a glimmer in his eyes that gives me a thrill, wondering what he’s about to do to me. His hands move to my shoulders then he begins to buck into me, nailing me with his hardness and hitting that spot in me that launches rockets in my core.
“Oh fuck,” I moan. “Fuck, Felix.”
“Does it feel good, Apollo? My cock inside you, owning you. You are mine now.”
I nod, too overwhelmed to speak.
Felix’s hand moves to my throbbing cock, stroking me in time to his thrusts, his thumb rubbing the head. It’s too much, setting every single nerve in my body on fire. I shake my head, knowing an epic orgasm is on its way, and almost afraid of it. It feels like I might explode. My breath is heavy in my chest, my belly tight, and oh my fucking—
“Fuck! Felix!”
I come apart, gasping and moaning, low, guttural sounds spilling from my mouth as my dick shoots cum straight into the air. It’s the deepest most powerful orgasm of my life, taking over my entire body as it grips me in its powerful hold. Days and months and years pass by as this thing moves through my body until I can’t do anything but fall back on the bed, tears sliding down my face as sobs rip through me.
As my awareness comes back and my breathing normalizes, Felix is beside me, stroking my hair from my face and whispering sweet words my brain can’t process. We lie like this for several minutes, Felix giving me the space to process and recover from what just happened.
When I can finally compose words again, I turn my face to him. “Thank you.”
His face is flushed and streaked with tears. “It was my pleasure. You were truly stunning to watch.”
“I’ve never felt anything so powerful in my life. I wanted to experience this, and I am so glad I waited for you. Thank you isn’t enough to say to someone who just opened up your entire world. I didn’t know I could feel things on this level. You’re amazing, Felix. The world isn’t big enough to hold you, or to appreciate the light you shine. It never was.” I cup his face as a tear slides down his cheek. “But I am so grateful you want to share yourself with me. I don’t feel worthy, but I won’t question my luck.”
“It is not luck, Apollo.” His voice breaks as he speaks, pulling at my heart. “It is…” He shakes his head.
“You can say it.”
“You told me you felt your person was coming and it would be a man. I want to be that person, Apollo. I want to be your man for good.”
“You are, babe. You are. I know it.”
He smiles through his tears. “I have wanted…” He laughs, shaking his head. “I am so emotional.” He fans his eyes, exhaling slowly. “This is an amazing moment for me too. You must believe that.”
“I do. It was special.”
“Incredibly.”
I glance at the clock, in shock when I realize two hours have passed. It’s like I was in some alternate world where only Felix and I existed.
“What should we do the rest of the day?” I ask.
“Oh, we are not done, mon amour. We should shower and rest, maybe get a snack, because you are fucking me before the sun comes up. I cannot think of anything else until I can have that.”
“I can’t wait.”
After a snack of cheese and crackers, and a quick shower, the two of us fall into bed again, kissing and groping each other. Felix pins me, a devilish grin on his face.
“I want to get a piercing like yours.”
“Which one?”
“The Prince Albert, no? Would it look nice?”
“Anything would look good on you. Your dick is already awesome, so jewelry would only make it prettier.”
His smile widens. “Oh, my sweet Apollo. You have me so enraptured. You think my dick is pretty?”
“Everything about you is, Felix. You know this. You’ve told me yourself.”
He chuckles, shyly looking away for a moment. “I have practiced my self-confidence, no?”
“But you believe it, right? It’s not an act.”
“No, not anymore, but it was. When I learned there were expectations of how men look and behave, even gay men, that I did not fit, it unsettled me a little. I refused to let it change me or make me sad, but it was not easy. That was a long time ago though. Now I feel good about myself and my looks.”