Roy & Drake

8.

“You didn’t sleep with him?” Roy stared from the photo to his friend. “Holy shit, man… Are you serious? He’s gorgeous!”

“Isn’t he?” Sander looked at the photos on his cell again, smiling warmly. “He’s beautiful, and ever so sweet and romantic, Roy. We had such a lovely day… But indeed, we didn’t have sex. I don’t know… It just seemed inappropriate! I felt so warm and fuzzy, I didn’t want to spoil that mood with sex.”

“Warm and fuzzy?” Roy grinned. “Someone is in lo-ove…” he teased. “You kissed, I hope?”

“Endlessly,” Sander sighed dreamily. “And he brought me home, so he knows where I live. He gave me his address too. I looked it up on the internet. It’s a cute little cottage with flowers and no neighbors for miles.”

“Will you visit him again next weekend?”

“No.” This time, Sander’s sigh was a little sad. “It’s his vacation next Friday. He’ll be in Spain for three weeks.”

“What? How could he! He should be here, spoiling you!”

Sander laughed. “Drake should be here too, hm? Do you miss him?”

“Deadly.” It was Roy’s turn to sigh. “I’ll be in London next weekend, if all goes according to plan. I’ll be home on Monday. I can’t sleep or eat already. Man, I long for his strong arms…”

“I guess we’re both fools. Did you hear from Kevin’s date yet?”

“Yeah. It was a disaster. I tell ya, San, men are much better than girls.”

*

It was Kenta’s final week before the vacations, and no one was able to focus on the lessons. Neither could he, but he wasn’t distracted by the upcoming trip to Spain. He opened his laptop and started the beamer, ready to begin his program of the day. The first students came tumbling in, but he barely saw them. He only murmured his hello. He was looking at the photo on his desktop; Sander lying gracefully on the blanket, sweetly smiling at him.

“Oh wow, who’s that, Kenta?”

Oh shit, he had started the beamer already… Kenta quickly opened the presentation, but he was way too late. Everyone had seen Sander, life-sized on the whiteboard. They protested loudly.

“Aw, come on, Kenta! Show us that photo again! Is that your boyfriend?”

Kenta rubbed his face, groaning. “Yes,” he admitted, looking up. With an indulgent sigh, he opened another photo. They were all decent, so it would do no harm.

“He’s cute!” said a girl. “What’s his name?”

“Sander.” He smiled as he looked at the photos, and felt a sting in his wrists. He knew that feeling. He sighed again, and closed the slideshow. “Please sit down, guys. The week isn’t over yet.”

The students sat down, but they weren’t done yet. “Will you go on vacation with him?”

“No… He already had vacation. We only just met, and time will tell if we go together next year.” Three weeks, he added in his thoughts. Would they feel the same after three weeks, when they just got to know each other? They didn’t even sleep together yet… Sander would probably meet someone else, and forget him. He was sure of it.

It was an awkward day, with all lessons. Only part of it could be blamed on the students, as most was caused by his insecurity and nerves. At the end of the day, he sat alone in his class, and stared at Sander’s photos on his laptop. No beamer this time. “My gods,” he finally sighed, expressing everything he felt in that one heave of air. “I’m in love.”

*

Although he wanted to, Sander didn’t phone or message Kenta for a few days. He didn’t want to appear clingy or desperate… At the end of the second day, it was too much though. He simply had to hear the man’s voice. He sat in the corner of his sofa, and dialed Kenta’s number. His heart rate sped up as he heard the phone ring.
Please be glad I phone you… Please don’t be mad because you didn’t hear me for two days… Please have no other…

‘Bunny…’

With that one, soft-spoken word, Kenta made it all well. “Kenta,” Sander sighed. “Am I disturbing you?”

‘You will never disturb me, no matter what I do,’ Kenta said tenderly.

“I wanted to be strong and not phone you. I failed big time. I wanted to hear your voice.” Grabbing a pillow to cuddle, Sander closed his eyes. He imagined he was with the man.

‘I guess we both failed. I just wanted to phone you… It sounds silly, but I missed you. You have no idea how much you occupy my mind.’

“You’ll miss me even more next week… A few more days, and you’ll be away for three weeks.”

‘Ten days,’ Kenta corrected. ‘I have three weeks off, but I’ll be only away for ten days. We’ll get over it, right?’

Sander heard the insecure tone; a tone he had heard more often from him. It made him smiled at the pillow. “Yes, beautiful… We’ll get over it. I’ll be still yours to explore when you come back, I promise.”

‘You better be. I know where you live.’

Sander laughed aloud. “Indeed you do, and yet you’re not here… You’re the one with the car, Kenta. Your house is much nicer, but you’re mobile. Why don’t you come here?”

‘Would you like me to?’

“Yeah, I want you to… Dress in something comfortable, and get your beautiful ass down here. Take your stuff and spend the night with me.”

‘I’m on my way, bunny. I’m already on my way…’

“Shiiit…” Sander jumped up, and ran to his bedroom. He had to change his bed and clear up lightning fast! He had never cleaned as fast as that, and jumped under the shower when he was done. He had just finished when his doorbell rang. Still damp, he quickly pulled on sweatpants, and opened the door. “Hi!” he said breathlessly.

Kenta stood frozen to the spot, staring at the Sander’s wet, tattooed and almost hairless torso. “Hi,” he managed after a long pause. He licked his lips as he looked up, his pupils widened. “Let’s fuck,” he sighed, stepping forward.

Sander happily received the intruding tongue in his mouth. He kicked the door shut without breaking contact, and pulled Kenta with him into his bedroom. “Didn’t we want to wait…?” he gasped.

“Yes,” Kenta nodded. He dropped his jacket, and pulled his top off. “But I don’t give a damn. Shit, look at you… So delicious…” His sneakers and socks were followed by his jeans, and he was only dressed in tight shorts as he grabbed him again. They were bulging by his arousal. “You’re mine, I swear. All mine. Completely.”

Sander yelped as he got thrown on his bed. Somewhere in that movement, his sweatpants got lost. He was stark naked. So was Kenta. The man crawled over him, slowly, almost threatening like a tiger. Sander shivered in anticipation. This was very nice…

“At least I feel better about one thing,” Kenta said as he looked down on Sander. “You are gay, and I turn you on.” Leaning on his hands, he rolled his hips between the legs, spreading them. Their erections rubbed together, and this time they both shivered delightedly.

“You’re big,” Sander whispered, squirming with his hips.

“You’ll be fine,” Kenta promised. “I can be very gentle if necessary.”

Sander wanted to say it was necessary, as Kenta was much bigger than Kevin, but his words were lost in the kiss. Gods, how he loved to kiss… He dug the fingers of one hand in the thick hair and the other in a shoulder, and eagerly pushed up against him. By the time Kenta curled his fingers around him to stroke him, he was at the edge of climaxing already, and he pulled his head away to gasp for air. “Fuck me,” he sighed. “Please, claim me…” Kevin had filled him. He was sorry about that now.

Kenta smiled at him, slowly moving up. “Don’t go anywhere, sexy,” he whispered with a wink. He grabbed his jacket from the floor, and dug up a condom. “Do you have lube?”

“Jeesh, I don’t know… I never needed it, did I?” He had Vaseline, but he had always heard that was no good with condoms. He reached for the drawer.

Kenta closed it again. “Never mind, got a small tube with me.”

“You were prepared, weren’t you?” With big eyes, he looked at how Kenta rolled the rubber over his erection, and lubed it.

“Preparation never harmed anybody.” With some extra lube on his fingers, Kenta knelt between Sander’s legs, and reached between them. “Oh dear,” he sighed as he pushed one finger inside. “You are tight.”

“Yeah.” It didn’t feel uncomfortable though, as he was far too hot for that. “Be careful.”

“Relax, beautiful bunny…” The second finger slipped in, spreading and warming up the ring of muscle. “Stroke yourself. It will make it much better for you.”

Sander couldn’t help comparing it to the first time, as it had been his only time. No sucking and playing this time, and yet he longed for that hard cock to enter him. He wanted to be connected to Kenta, more than anything in the world.

The man didn’t enter him. Instead, he turned him on his side, and lay behind him. Sander stroked himself, lifting a leg, and he looked over his shoulder with half-closed eyes. He hissed as Kenta slowly pushed between his cheeks. It was hot, it burned, and it felt just as marvelous as the first time. “Gods! Yes,” he cried out passionately. “Easy!”

“Mm… You’re much suppler than I expected,” Kenta remarked. With slow, but firm thrusts, he slid in deeper and deeper. He kept Sander’s leg high up, and pressed against his back. “Pain?”

“No pain,” Sander groaned. He still stroked, but only lightly. He didn’t want to come just yet; he was way too close already. “I want you, Kenta… Fuck me. Just do it, please!”

“Careful what you wish for, my love…” Kenta drew back slowly, and thrust back in with one hard push. He grinned at the elated cry, and picked up a firm pace. Sander’s hand matched his rhythm.

Being fucked was awesome. Sander couldn’t believe he ever wanted to be with girls. No wonder he never had a steady relationship before... This was what was lacking. Good, hot sex... “I can’t keep up,” he cried out desperately. “Please don’t stop, Kenta!” He sped up his hand as he started to come, moaning and grunting in pleasure. It was amazing to come while his ass was filled with a hard cock. It gave a whole new dimension to his orgasm. “Shit yeah... Give me more!”

Kenta wasn’t close to climaxing yet. He drew back roughly, and crawled on his knees. “Lie on your back,” he commanded with a hard, demanding tone of voice. Sander instantly obeyed. He threw his legs high up, and lunged back inside with a single push. His groan got overruled by Sander’s loud and happy cry, and he instantly picked up a much firmer pace.
“So you think you’re gay?” Kenta growled. His balls slapped against the notch, faster with every thrust. “You think you can handle a cock in your ass every day, bunny? Do you?”

“Yes, yes!” Sander felt dizzy and a little confused by the harsh tone, but it turned him on beyond believe as well. “I love to be fucked! It hurts! I love it!”

Laughing demonically, Kenta changed angle and pace. He ground up against Sander’s prostate, dragging another, much louder scream from the young man’s lips.

“Shit! What are you doing!” His cock jerked up, happily growing again.

“Ah... You never found your sweet spot before? You’re in for some nice surprised then...” Grinning, Kenta pushed up on his hands, and slowed down some more. He focused on Sander’s prostate, massaging it with the head of his cock.

Sander lost all control. His first experience seemed like nothing compared to this. He squirmed and cried out, throwing his head from left to right. There was no pain at all anymore, only so much pleasure it was almost unbearable. Not just his ass seemed on fire. His whole body was burning now, every muscle a flame, but it didn’t hurt him. He heard screams, not realizing it was him making all that noise. He felt wetness on his face, chest and belly, but he didn’t realize he was coming. Only when Kenta pushed in hard and held still, climaxing deep inside of him, the incredible sensations ebbed away enough to return back to earth.

His whole bed was wet and crumpled, and his pillows were on the floor. Gasping for air, his heart thumping at high speed, Sander opened his eyes. Kenta was smiling at him. “Gods, that was amazing,” Sander thought he said. In fact he only murmured something inaudible. He grunted as the cock drew out of him, and his legs fell limply on the mattress. “Wow.”

Kenta kissed him softly on the lips. “I’ve never given anyone an anal orgasm before,” he said with a warm smile as he crawled next to him. “I trust you liked it?”

Sander blinked a few times. He turned his head to him, and snorted. “Duh... It was fabulous! Did you come at all...? Oh gods I am so selfish...”

“Shh... Yes, I came. But that’s not what made it great, really. Watching you having such a great orgasm and hearing you screaming the whole neighborhood together was the greatest experience ever...” Using a few paper hankies, Kenta pulled the filled condom off. “You made a mess, bunny,” he winked at him.

“So I did... I’m sorry.” Sander looked at his sheets, spotting smudges everywhere. It would take some bleach to get those out.

“Don’t be. It’s natural when you open up like that. You gave in completely, which made it so good. Give me a a cuddle, baby... and kiss me.”

Sander was more than happy to oblige. He still felt warm all over, as if all his nerve ends were electric. “Will we do this again soon?” he couldn’t help but ask. He had asked Kevin something similar, and it didn’t work out then. It worried him a bit. He liked Kenta far too much.

“Of course we will,” Kenta assured him. “Whenever you want, Sander.”

“’Sander’...? What happened to ‘bunny’?” More worries cramped his stomach.

“Ohh... I’m sensing insecurity now,” Kenta chuckled. “What’s this? Do you really think this would be the only time between us? What didn’t you understand when I told you I wanted to keep you?”

“We didn’t have sex then,” Sander mumbled. He looked up when the man pushed under his chin, and pouted a little. “I don’t know; I’m young and inexperienced, and you are older and looking for a lover. Maybe you think I’m not suitable for you.”

“Tell me truthfully you don’t want a lover, and I’ll let you go,” Kenta said seriously. “I mean it. I won’t claim you if you want to experiment first.”

“I want to experiment,” Sander nodded. “With you,” he added before the man could tense up and reply. “I believe you are more than capable in showing me everything I need to know about gay love and sex.”

“Looking back at your delight, I think I can,” Kenta agreed, smiling. “Alright then... We’ll do this again soon, I promise. In an hour or so?”

“Are you trying to kill me?” Sander laughed, hiding his relief.

“Nah. But I am willing to make every sheet from your wardrobe dirty, and keep the whole block awake all night long...”

“How many rubbers do you have left?”

“Two. But don’t worry...” Kenta sucked on two fingers, and winked at him. “I don’t need my cock to make you scream."