His First

His First: Chapter 9: A Promise

Getting into the car, driving away from the party, being ushered into the old Victorian house Colin rented with some other college students, was utterly surreal for Brendan. He was still reeling from coming so hard on the back of the car. Everything around him was diffused and muted, moving in slow motion. Colin was the best drug ever as far as Brendan was concerned. He lost track of how many times they stopped to kiss or touch but finally Colin was leading him up the small dark staircase to the part of the house that was his. The sound of old wood creaking beneath their feet was ominous in the darkness. As they reached the top Colin flip a switch and a lamp glowed just enough to see the room in color. There was one central space with a windowed alcove on each face of the house. The furniture was all well-worn dark wood and richly colored velvets. Brendan smiled as he looked around. Colin occupied the whole of the third floor so this was all him. Perhaps it was the mood of the light and heavy, richly colors furnishings, but the room reminded Brendan of a fortuneteller’s parlor from some old movie. A hand dipped into the back of his pants, grabbing his waistband and pulling him backwards down a short cupboard lined hall. The trek quickly revealed a shiny glittering washroom. Brendan’s eyes immediately went to the ceiling. The roof slopping down over half the room was nothing but large paned glass allowing moonlight to spill over the reflective tiles and chrome of the bathroom. “tooooooo fucking cooooool…” he mewed as he looked upwards through the limbs of a tree into the starry sky.

Colin smiled. This room had been his whole reason for moving all the way up here. He pushed Brendan’s shoulders down so the boy would sit on the toilet as he gazed upwards and not stumble around. Colin turned on the water in the enormous claw tub. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his rapt companion. Brendan was pale and gaunt in the moon’s stark light. Colin pulled his shirt out of his pants and began to unbutton it. He continued studying his young consort as the steam from the hot water filled the small dim room. He considered lighting a few candles but this mood seemed more fitting for Brendan’s ethereal beauty. Colin slipped off the rest of his clothes and once he was naked sidled in front of Brendan breaking the boy’s skyward fascination. He smoothed back Brendan’s hair and gazed down at the night-illumined face. He would not hesitate tonight. Having just tasted the depth and eagerness of Brendan’s passion, he felt assured that Brendan would match him desire for desire. Colin ran his fingers over Brendan’s sublime features then twined them through the soft curls as he stroked thoughtfully.

Colin’s face was in shadow but Brendan could still see the glimmer of his eyes as they peered down at him. He felt Colin’s touching grounding him, dispelling the haze he had moved in since leaving the party, bringing him into sharp awareness. He leaned forward resting his chin on Colin’s chest as he basked in the affectionate fingers playing over his face and hair. Brendan shifted his legs and Colin came closer. While silently gazing up at the man who made him feel such incredible things, he absently stroked along the back of Colin’s thighs. The steam from the fresh hot water clung to the naked limbs making Colin’s skin slick to the touch. Liking the feeling of the wet skin sliding beneath his hands, Brendan put more intent into his strokes. He edged his fingers to slide between Colin’s legs ascending right up to where the flesh began to gently mound.

Colin closed his eyes and let his head fall back with a gasp as soft hands came within a whisper of touching his heavy sacs. Desire swirled deep in his stomach again, strong and insistent. Colin groaned at the torment Brendan naively inflicted on him. He reached back down to gingerly press his lips to Brendan’s. The boy deliciously craned up to meet him. They continued to kiss as Brendan’s hands moved over Colin’s body. When he was desperate for air Colin broke away and pulled Brendan to stand up. His breath hitched and his arousal surged as his ass was grasped by two strong hands whose fingers deftly kneading into his cleft. He searched Brendan’s eyes. Did he have any idea what he was doing to Colin? Their lips met again while Colin marveled at how Brendan… this genuine, remarkable young man, excited him beyond words. Just these few times together they had quickly surpassed the heat and intensity of Colin’s previous lovers and there was still so much for them to do.

Brendan freely kissed and groped the man in his arms. Standing like this, holding Colin’s body in the silvery light while they kissed, he didn’t feel bashful about his lack of experience. In fact it inspired him to push the edge of his knowledge of sex, of Colin, and of himself. Every flex of his hand made Brendan bolder as it cause Colin to whimper and breath hastily. He slipped a hand up behind Colin’s head. Brendan thrust his tongue deep inside Colin’s mouth and began commanding their kiss.

Colin let Brendan dominate him surrendering to the mouth crushed against his. His slick body rocked against Brendan as the tongue savagely thrust into him. Fuck this was good. Every thing Brendan did made him so hard! . “mhhh Brrrren…” he panted as the boy pulled out of his mouth to suck at the underside of his jaw. He arched and moaned as Brendan nipped a trail down his throat to his chest finally descending onto a pert nipple.

Following his instincts, Brendan circled his tongue around the rose protrusion then flickered rapidly just over the sensitive tip. He was rewarded with soft gasps and tiny whimpers from Colin. Brendan continued his pattern several times then he bit down on the sensitized flesh. Colin cried out and clutched Brendan tightly, the older boy’s body spasming against him. He felt a tug at his hair and followed it over to the unattended nipple. Again he alternated swirling around and around with teasing right at the engorged tip. Now Colin was rubbing steadily up against him. He squeezed the firm ass in his hand pressing Colin’s lower body to his, steadying them, then bit down again. More delightful little noises followed by an odd one that pulled him from his ruminations.

Fuck matching desire for desire, the boy was running away with him and Colin loved it. He protested when Brendan pulled away. What on Earth could be more important? Colin furrowed his bow in question as he despondently regarded his young partner.

“The bath…” Brendan breathed.

Colin was still confused until a thick slurping sound suddenly registered in his ears. Colin looked aside to see the tub filled to the overflow drain. Oh yeah. He unwound himself from Brendan and shut off the tap. When he returned Brendan’s quiet eyes made his heart skip a beat. He was engulfed with a sudden warmth of affection and desire for the quiet boy. He reached for Brendan and whispered, “You’re so amazing.” Brendan’s head made a demure bow. Colin was amused by how quickly Brendan could change from zealous lover to bashful swain. “Come on,” he chuckled as he stepped into the tub and lowered himself into the steaming water.

The compliment caught Brendan off guard and reminded him that he still wasn’t sure where their relationship, if that’s what it was, was going. They couldn’t just keep rubbing and kissing and fucking every time they met…well they could but…anyway. He lifted off his t-shirts and then began undoing his pants. The loud clank of his belt buckle resounded in the tiny room unsettling him further. Brendan toed off his Gibsons his jeans puddled around his ankles. He could feel Colin watching him. He fought off the feeling of being a gawky and awkward teenager. Sometimes nakedness was easy for him and sometimes… He wanted to crawl away or at least close his eyes so he did have to watch Colin watching him. Brendan sat on the toilet again to remove his socks. He finally met Colin’s steady gaze. Colin lay back in one end of the tub an arm folded over the edge, resplendent in the pale moonlight. There were so many feelings coursing through him. He was eager, anxious, lustful, adoring. He wanted to sink into Colin’s arms and let the hot water wrap around them but it was like he couldn’t. Was it supposed to be this confusing? Taking a deep mental breath, Brendan stood with the stark starlight spilling over him, his naked body in Colin’s full view. He waited a few moments before stepping up to the empty end of the tub.

Colin ogled the boy in silent delight. Mmmm, he remembered touching that body and how it trembled and moaned for him. He could recall the way Brendan’s unexplored skin felt so smooth and pliable beneath his eager fingers. He almost asked the young man to stay right there, bare and probably blushing in the moonlight, so he could simply look at him. Then, while the boy suffered his unending gaze, Colin would fist his full prick with rough stokes simply taking in Brendan’s sweet beauty as he made himself come. It was short, lewd fantasy only taking seconds to play out. Colin tucked it away in his mind for another time.

Brendan felt the weight of his semi stiff cock bounce as he climbed into the hot water. He settled at the opposite end from Colin. He could feel Colin’s legs slide against his as they adjusted to two bodies in such a small space. He felt anxious looking at Colin through the steam. So…his mind wandered… they’d fucked each other last night and tonight they’d had a hot dance, followed by mind blowing orgasms on the back of Colin’s car, made out here and there and were now taking a bath together. At any moment he was going to wake up from fantasy land to his screaming alarm clock, all alone, twisted up in sticky, sweaty, come filled sheets. He was sure of it.

Colin picked up soap and a cloth and slowly began to wash his stomach and exceptionally hard cock. After all, that was the purpose of coming back here right? Brendan appeared to watch this uneasily. Teasing, Colin began making each stoke against his skin slow and exaggerated. He moaned and arched playing until Brendan’s uneasy look faded into something more a kin to lusty amusement. That was better, Colin thought. When he was done he reached for Brendan’s hand and pulled the boy to him. “Your turn,” he sang.

The water sloshed up and over the sides as Colin swiftly pulled Brendan to him. The boys’ laughter echoed off the tiles as they splashed and fought with each other. Playing eased Brendan’s tension. The struggle ebbed as they eventual found a comfortable tangle of limbs that would let them be close. Brendan wound up sort of sideways nestled between Colin’s thighs. He leaned with his back against Colin’s bent right leg, his own legs folded over Colin’s outstretched left. Colin made another big show of soaping up a rough cloth before he started scrubbing the remnants of Brendan’s hard won ejaculation from the boy’s stomach. It was weird being washed by someone else. Brendan gasped and his balls tightened as the rough fabric wrapped around his semi-hard cock and began to pump. The soap was smooth, the fabric was rough and the grip was firm. After several moments languishing in the blessed friction Brendan sneered at Colin, “I think it’s clean now.”

Colin returned a lascivious grin. “Really? Cause I think,” Colin began as his hand continued rubbing the younger man, “you’re a very dirty boy, Brendan Greenwood. I think,” Colin continued as his cloth covered hand began to rub lower, “that you need to be washed…thoroughly.”

Brendan moaned and pressed back against Colin’s leg. He arched up into Colin’s touch, his cock peeking out of the water. The washcloth disappeared and Colin’s bare hand closed around Brendan’s hardened shaft. Brendan stretched his arms out along the edge of the tub and grabbed on. His hips pushed up in time with Colin’s strokes. It reminded him of his earlier bathtub fantasy. “ungohhhh ya…. Just like this morning…” Brendan softly moaned.

“This morning?” Colin asked as snaked his right arm under Brendan’s shoulders.

“When I took a bath…” Brendan wistfully recounted, “I started thinking about you…. how I felt when you touched me….” Brendan’s voice trailed off into heavy pants.

“Did you touch yourself,” Colin squeezed Brendan’s prick as his hand glided up and down, “like this?”

“Unhuh…” Brendan moaned relaxing into a mixture of remembered fantasy and reality.

“Tell me…what else did you do,” Colin coaxed.

Brendan closed his eyes and let he head fall back. “.. fingers….inside.”

“Mmmm did it feel good?” Colin rubbed harder watching the young man give himself over to pleasure.

Brendan’s head lolled to the side and he looked into Colin’s blue eyes. “Not as good as when you…unghod…. just needed to remember it.”

“Why?” asked Colin. He snaked his hand under Brendan’s plump sacs and rolled them around.

Brendan endured the gentle probing. “Incase …” he gasped, “ it never happened again.” His knees automatically lifted and spread open so Colin could access more of him

“Why wouldn’t this happen again?” Colin asked pushing his fingers to find Brendan’s tight hole.

Feeling relaxed and unguarded Brendan answered honestly, “I didn’t know what last night was. If you were just …being nice or… OH!” Brendan gasped as two fingers suddenly shoved inside him hitting his prostate dead on.

Colin thrust his fingers in and out. “Am I just being nice now?” Colin taunted. He had so many wicked plans for Brendan. ‘If’ it would happen again was never a question for him, just when and how wild would the boy allow them to get, those were the questions in his mind. He’d been astounded by Brendan’s ferocity outside the party. Then they came back here and the boy surprised him again. Colin planned to nurture that wild streak Brendan kept neatly hidden.

Brendan grabbed for his legs and pulled them up to his chest. “No… yes… I heh un heh oooo don’t…aaaah… know… fuck.” Brendan whimpered as Colin reached further inside him. He felt Colin’s lips kissing his temple and he leaned his head towards the touch.

Colin cradled Brendan against him his fingers fucking Brendan’s ass. “This isn’t one time, Brendan, or two times, or five times,” he cooed in the boy’s ear. “I’m not just being nice. I want you. I want you so fucking bad.” Colin groaned as he thrust his fingers deep inside Brendan. “This is just the beginning for you and me. I promise.”


TBC


A/N: I am having so much fun writing about these guys and you all seem to be having fun, too. Thanks for joining the party and for letting me know how much you like the boys. We will get to the ominous confrontation with Michael eventually but for now you’ll just have to endure the smut. You’re really sad aren’t you? - Craxy