07-11-2025, 03:50 PM
Mr. Right
Here I present you my very first story. I'm curious to see how you like it and look forward to lots of feedback. Enjoy reading!
Nick
The sun shone through the window and drew a glittering path on the bedspread. I lay in his strong arms and enjoyed his closeness and warmth. How quietly he lay there, how slowly and evenly his breath came.
I didn't dare to move for fear of waking him. Instead, I let my eyes glide over our naked bodies, as far as the blanket allowed me to see. We lay entwined on my large bed.
His skin was almost as tanned as mine and his dark hair was at least as disheveled as mine. It had been absolutely amazing – so intimate and heartfelt, so beautiful. I would never have dreamt of it. At the beginning, I hadn't even realized my inclinations.
When I turned sixteen and my best friend at the time brought his new girlfriend to my birthday, I felt something like jealousy rising up in me for the first time. Ray had often had a girlfriend, but I had never had to watch him court.
I suppressed the thought of jealousy, but reacted permanently irritated to Ray's new flame. Whereupon he decided that I also needed a girlfriend. After all, I hadn't had one up to that point and never felt like I needed one.
Especially not those butterflies in my stomach. So what else could I do but give in to Ray's urging?
I can still hear him saying, “My girlfriend has a friend who's totally into you.”
So the said friend, I can't and don't want to remember her name, was invited to a joint video night. I dreaded that evening and of course it came faster than expected.
It hurt a lot to see my best friend wildly smooching with his flame, but the worst thing was that said friend was getting into my pants. I urgently needed fresh air and just ran out.
Later, I told Ray as an excuse that she was not my type, which he actually believed. I just didn't want to admit it to myself. It wasn't until a year later, when I was still single and had to listen to stupid comments and remarks, that I was sure.
I wasn't exactly ugly and women definitely liked my sky-blue eyes. Ray and I started arguing. In the heat of the moment, he said something like that I must be gay since I didn't even like the hottest woman in town. I looked at him in horror, but he was right!
But the worst thing was that I was in love with him. But I couldn't possibly tell him that now. After this big fight, it wasn't the same between us as it used to be, and when Ray wanted to move away a few weeks later because he had gotten an apprenticeship elsewhere, I confessed my love to him out of desperation.
At first he laughed. Then he realized how serious I was and said that he would have always protected me if the others had said something like that. He left. He left without saying another word.
I had known him since we were both in the sandbox and I couldn't understand his reaction. It hurt a lot. I knew that he wouldn't return my love, but I didn't expect him to end our friendship. Even if he did it silently.
Ray should have shouted or sworn at me. That would have been much easier. So I decided to come out to my big sister. She had already guessed and consoled me about Ray.
“The right one will come along sooner or later. Or many rights?” she joked.
On my eighteenth birthday, I came out to my parents. My father went completely crazy, screamed at me and threw me out. My mother didn't say a word, as always, she was submissive to my father.
That same evening, I went to my sister's. We had both expected that it would turn out this way and my sister had promised me that I could stay with her for a while.
From then on, things should get better. My sister stood behind me and tried to get me an apprenticeship and a one-room apartment. That was the beginning of my new life. I quickly found a connection.
My neighbor Sven introduced me to his friends. I took a particular shine to Jessy, who everyone called JJ. I'll never forget our first night together after we met. We snuggled up on the balcony, wrapped in a thick blanket, and talked all night long.
When breakfast was served in the flat share at ten o'clock, we were glad to be able to warm up with a coffee. JJ was the first person to whom I openly said that I was gay too. It was only when I realized how relaxed things were here that I was able to come out without fear.
I think JJ and I agreed early on that we belonged together, but we wanted to get to know each other first. We spent most of our free time together, and even some of our non-free time together. How often did I go to JJ's when he had to work and sip on a drink all evening, since something like that can also be quite expensive.
After a while, as a regular guest, I was allowed to enter for free. And now, after four months of flirting, teasing and fooling around, we were finally together. Of course, we didn't want to wait to have sex. I didn't regret that we did it right away. It was beautiful!
Jessy
The sun was shining a little through the window. It was still early, but already light. When I looked to the side, my hazel eyes met a blue sea in which I sank. I remembered, as if in a trance, last night.
We were alone for once. Nick and I. I had the night off and he already had the weekend off. For weeks it had been on the tip of my tongue: “I like you. I love you.” What's the best way to say something like that?
Normally, it should be easy for me, given my experience. I had my first time at fourteen. Even though I wasn't particularly proud of the fact that it happened so early. I only knew him fleetingly, and knew only his name and that he was gay, but that was enough.
Sammy. My first. Seventeen years old. He was in the graduating class at the school and took advantage of my gullibility. I couldn't even say that it was good, we just did it. Or rather, he did it and I just held still.
It was quick. He ignored me afterwards, pretended he didn't know me. Sammy graduated just a few weeks later and I never saw him again, which was probably for the best.
I cried on my mother's shoulder, who raised me alone and has been my best friend to this day. She also let me move into a shared flat at seventeen. I inherited the house from my uncle.
Among the roommates was Mike, my best friend. I had met him when I was fifteen, practically running into him because I was late. He was three years older than me, so he was eighteen at the time and had just moved out of his parents' house because they never had time for him. He didn't know where to go, so I took him home with me.
My mother Barbara just laughed at me and said that I was always picking up stray cats. Just because I had brought home a small cat that I wanted to save from freezing to death.
Mike stayed and so I experienced a lot. He was gay, of age, handsome and of course had a lot of friends that I should all meet. It was the beginning of a wild time - a very wild time.
I regretted nothing - almost nothing. Except for some SM stuff, I think I had pretty much done everything. I experimented until I turned eighteen. I stand by it, because that time is part of me.
When my uncle died, I was sixteen. He left me a large house just two streets from my home. My mother had to accept the inheritance for me until I came of age.
At seventeen, I really wanted to move into the house. I annoyed my mother so much that she finally gave in. However, only on the condition that I did not move in there alone, after all, such a house cost quite a bit.
Besides Mike, two more flatmates were quickly found, which did not seem difficult. Besides me, Mike had a very good friend named Ben. He looked like an angel and was only a year younger than Mike.
He was also as happy as I was to get away from home. He was bisexual, although he was more attracted to women.
And the last one was Chris. He had just turned eighteen and was only having trouble with his father. He was doing his training with my mother in the hospital, who, by the way, was a nurse.
Maybe that's why she was so easy-going, because she constantly had to deal with all kinds of characters. Anyway, Chris was happy to move in with us. He always claimed to be straight, although I was sure that he and Ben had already...
All in all, we were a great bunch. We had one thing or another in common and were open to everything. There was always a party at the weekend and so the time until my eighteenth birthday flew by.
Mike actually wanted to throw a huge party for me. But what he didn't count on was that no one seemed to have time that weekend. There were big events in the neighboring towns.
Basically, it's not a problem; you could also celebrate outside the city, but Mike had an important business dinner and I didn't want to celebrate without my best friend. So it happened that I spent the evening alone at first.
Many congratulations came via text message and some called. Barbara also had to work. But she had already congratulated me at a joint birthday breakfast. Mike surprised me, however, by coming home earlier than expected.
He brought an ice cream cake from our favorite ice cream parlor, which made me very happy. Mike apologized, though, and told me that he would have liked to throw a huge party. But I just replied that the greatest gift was having him with me.
He knew. He had known it all these years. How much I loved him. Only I hadn't realized anything, because only now did I realize it. As the situation demanded, we kissed and slept together.
The next morning we were surprised by Chris and Ben, who had taken the first train home, which was really embarrassing for me. I immediately disappeared into the shower and cried for a while.
How could this happen? I fell in love with Mike, of all people, the heartbreaker who had never had a serious relationship. And now, of all times, I had to realize that all these years I had only been looking for the man of my life. I wanted a serious relationship and no more fooling around. I jumped when Mike suddenly appeared behind me in the shower.
“What's wrong?“ he asked.
“I love you,” I sobbed.
“I know,“ Mike replied.
“Shit, I love you. Why you?” I managed through my tears.
“Thanks,“ Mike mumbled.
“What's wrong with me?” he wanted to know.
“I don't want to share you!” ‘You hear me!”
I put my arms around Mike and shouted at him.
“I don't want to share you!”
“You don't have to,’ he simply replied.
No sooner said than done. So we got together. Unfortunately, it only lasted half a year. Mike loved his freedom more than he loved me. Even though today he still professes how much he loves me and how important I was to him.
Fortunately, it didn't harm our friendship. I even think that the relationship welded us together more tightly. Who had sex with their best friend? That was a year ago.
All that time I was single. There was the occasional guy, but nothing ever came of it. I had followed my mother's wishes and completed an apprenticeship as a hairdresser. After that she gave me permission to pursue my passion – dancing.
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I always got along well with my boss. When he was out, because he still had several clubs, I was always in charge, so no one was surprised when he signed over the club “Cliffs” to me one day.
However, that meant more work for me. Just now my Mr. Right had to move in, of all people? Nick. But that didn't stop us from finding each other. With my open manner, I told him that evening.
We laughed a lot and fooled around. Actually, as always, but the mood was much more sizzling than usual.
“You're really great!“ I said.
“What do you mean?” Nick asked.
“Just like I say it. I like you! I'm totally into you! And I never want to be without you again!” I replied honestly.
Nick smiled.
Jessy
I looked into his beautiful, deep brown eyes. I sank into them and forgot everything around me.
My hands were on his hips and I gently pulled him towards me. I pressed my abdomen against his. I enjoyed this feeling, this closeness for a brief moment.
There was only him and me. Heat flooded my body. I couldn't hide how aroused I was anymore, how hot I was for him. I had waited too long for this moment. To feel him.
To taste him. I wet my lips and kissed him tentatively. Just briefly. A breath. His lips were as soft as they looked. I could hardly hold back, but did so and waited.
Waited for him to take the next step. Patiently. Even if it only took seconds for him to lean over to me to kiss me passionately, it seemed like half an eternity.
His lips touched mine.
How hot his tongue was. How good he tasted. How good he felt. I pulled him a little closer to me and gently stroked through his curly brown hair. I could hardly keep my hands to myself, I had to force myself not to eat him up right here in the kitchen.
Maybe not to make love with him at all yet. He probably needed time, after all it was his first time. I carefully pulled back from the kiss and looked into his beautiful eyes again.
They were glowing. Fire and passion were reflected in them. He took my hand and led me up the stairs. Actually, I was the one who was at home here. But he had felt comfortable here for a long time, and it seemed to me as if he also lived here.
At least, he usually behaved like that.
One more flight of stairs and we were standing in front of my room. The entire third floor was mine, with a private bathroom and a large terrace. He opened the door and pulled me inside. Again our lips touched, our tongues met, our bodies were close again.
Somehow I managed to close the door behind us without either of us having to let go. He was so demanding. I was wrong in my assumption that he wasn't ready yet.
Our tongues played fiercely with each other, our lips opened and closed hotly and intimately. How I loved this wet game. Now I couldn't and wouldn't keep my hands to myself anymore.
I let them slowly wander under his T-shirt, gently caressing his slim yet muscular back. When he broke away from our kiss, I was afraid I had gone too far.
But he quickly pulled the shirt over his head and then went on to mine. Which, with my help, also landed on the floor. Our lips united again.
How good his naked skin felt, so soft and hot. His stomach was almost as flat as mine and his abs were delicately defined, which I was only too happy to caress. Now he too could no longer hide his excitement.
I snuggled up against his chest. I loved that he was a good head taller than me, even though he was a year and a half younger than me. Sweet eighteen. He fumbled awkwardly with my jeans.
“Oh man, help me out here,” he whined.
“Are you sure you want to go that far? Once the pants are off, I can't guarantee anything,“ I grinned at him.
“Then don't guarantee anything,” he replied and took off his pants.
Okay, he wanted it that way.
So I took off my pants too. We lay down on the bed, side by side, and kissed again. Now the kisses felt even better. We snuggled up against each other. I sealed his lips with mine and then let my tongue go on a journey.
Along his neck to his earlobe, where he was very sensitive. I noticed that he moaned softly, barely audible, and got a fine goose bumps all over his body. So I had to remember this place.
I caressed him further. His breathing quickened. Now I also let my hands go on a hike. When I slide up these his thighs, I paused for a moment.
His eyes were closed, his breathing was calm, how still he lay there and let everything happen.
“How beautiful you are,“ I couldn't get out more, after all, I still couldn't believe my luck.
He opened his eyes and smiled at me.
“You're torturing me on purpose, right?”
“What?” I didn't understand a word.
But at the same moment, he pushed me onto the pillows. Now he was on top and although he had never done it before, he was really damn good. The man was driving me crazy. No wonder, I had butterflies in my stomach from the first moment.
Still, I had never believed in love at first sight, because normally it had always taken me longer for something like that to happen. We were simply on the same wavelength. Why had it taken only four months for us to find each other?
Maybe there was just too much fear. I just wanted to be sure that we belonged together and that everything was right. And now, at this very moment, my little dream prince was sitting on my lap and caressing my neck.
So he had also found my sensitive spot as quickly as I had found his. Nick made me moan, and that was saying something, since I didn't usually moan. I gently pushed him up, kissed him again and carefully guided him down from me.
I teased him a little more and gently bit his belly, which I then covered with kisses. I kissed my way back up to Nick's lips, where he wildly received me. This heat.
There was a tremendous crackling in the air, which felt damn good. It had been an eternity since the last time. We bit around fiercely and my hands caressed Nick's body, along his back, to his firm buttocks.
Carefully, my fingers slid between his buttocks. Nick shuddered and winced. I could have slapped myself at that moment, because instead of taking things slowly, I went for broke.
“It's okay,” I said, ”we don't have to.”
Nick smiled: “No! I want it. Just promise to be careful.”
“I promise.”
Why shouldn't I be careful? After all, I loved Nick and wanted him to enjoy it and want to do it again. I sealed my promise with a kiss and now let my tongue wander over Nick's body.
First to one of his earlobes to drive him crazy, then I nibbled on his nipples and bit his flat stomach again. I kissed my way up his left thigh and then the right, and then released his body, which was squirming beneath me, to caress HIM.
Nick groaned with relish. I enclosed his hardness with my lips and let my tongue play. Only when Nick stroked my head did I gently let go of him. When he seemed relieved, I looked at him.
“That was really close,” Nick wheezed.
I had to grin: ”That's good.”
Now I lifted one of Nick's legs and licked along his thigh. Nick could hardly keep still under me. Only when I slid my tongue deeper, was Nick suddenly very calm. My hand had a firm grip on his best piece and my tongue paved the way.
Nick kept still and I could feel how he gained confidence and started. With a finger I slowly rubbed over his sphincter muscle, but made sure that it was okay. I paused briefly and moistened my finger, with which I stroked his sphincter muscle again.
Now Nick surprised me by simply taking my hand. At first I thought he wanted to push it away, but instead he pushed my finger into his heat.
At that same moment, Nick drew in a sharp breath. “Slowly,” I admonished him and pulled him to me, into a kiss.
“Are you okay?” I asked, concerned.
'Now I am,' Nick replied and kissed me again, deeply and passionately.
I released myself, caressed his ear lobe and when Nick pressed against me, I began to move my finger slowly. Nick stroked my back and I withdrew my finger from his heat.
I heard him sigh and couldn't help grinning as he pushed my hand down again. While hot kisses were being exchanged, I opened the drawer of my bedside table to rummage around for lubricant and a condom.
Meanwhile, Nick slid down between me. On the first attempt, he choked and coughed.
“Hey, take it easy,“ I admonished him again. But he had already started on the second attempt and this time he made it without any problems.
“Slowly! Otherwise...” I warned him.
I pushed him up again before this game came to a premature end and massaged his hole with lubricant. Meanwhile, Nick tried to put a condom on me.
“Is it complicated?” he grumbled. I took over this task and in the meantime, Nick got himself into position as if he had done it countless times before.
I carefully entered Nick's heat, kissing him to distract him. Slowly, very slowly. Just halfway in at first. I paused briefly, looking into Nick's beautiful, light blue eyes.
He nodded and I pulled him close.
Nick let out a lustful groan. I grinned again, unable and unwilling to hold back any longer. I slowly began to move and kissed him passionately. Nick let himself go completely.
We increased the rhythm immeasurably. Nick moaned harder and harder, throwing his head from side to side. And then, like fireworks, we exploded in ecstasy. I gasped for breath and collapsed on the bed next to Nick.
That happened pretty fast. Maybe because we were just way too hot for each other. We smiled at each other and snuggled up to each other, caressing and kissing.
“You okay?“ I asked Nick.
“Never better!” he replied, “But next time?” Nick's hands started to roam.
stroking over my back to my butt and finally his fingers stroked along between my cheeks.
“Next time I want you!“ he completed his sentence.
“Nothing would please me more,” I was able to reply before Nick's lips sealed mine in demand.
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Here I present you my very first story. I'm curious to see how you like it and look forward to lots of feedback. Enjoy reading!
Nick
The sun shone through the window and drew a glittering path on the bedspread. I lay in his strong arms and enjoyed his closeness and warmth. How quietly he lay there, how slowly and evenly his breath came.
I didn't dare to move for fear of waking him. Instead, I let my eyes glide over our naked bodies, as far as the blanket allowed me to see. We lay entwined on my large bed.
His skin was almost as tanned as mine and his dark hair was at least as disheveled as mine. It had been absolutely amazing – so intimate and heartfelt, so beautiful. I would never have dreamt of it. At the beginning, I hadn't even realized my inclinations.
When I turned sixteen and my best friend at the time brought his new girlfriend to my birthday, I felt something like jealousy rising up in me for the first time. Ray had often had a girlfriend, but I had never had to watch him court.
I suppressed the thought of jealousy, but reacted permanently irritated to Ray's new flame. Whereupon he decided that I also needed a girlfriend. After all, I hadn't had one up to that point and never felt like I needed one.
Especially not those butterflies in my stomach. So what else could I do but give in to Ray's urging?
I can still hear him saying, “My girlfriend has a friend who's totally into you.”
So the said friend, I can't and don't want to remember her name, was invited to a joint video night. I dreaded that evening and of course it came faster than expected.
It hurt a lot to see my best friend wildly smooching with his flame, but the worst thing was that said friend was getting into my pants. I urgently needed fresh air and just ran out.
Later, I told Ray as an excuse that she was not my type, which he actually believed. I just didn't want to admit it to myself. It wasn't until a year later, when I was still single and had to listen to stupid comments and remarks, that I was sure.
I wasn't exactly ugly and women definitely liked my sky-blue eyes. Ray and I started arguing. In the heat of the moment, he said something like that I must be gay since I didn't even like the hottest woman in town. I looked at him in horror, but he was right!
But the worst thing was that I was in love with him. But I couldn't possibly tell him that now. After this big fight, it wasn't the same between us as it used to be, and when Ray wanted to move away a few weeks later because he had gotten an apprenticeship elsewhere, I confessed my love to him out of desperation.
At first he laughed. Then he realized how serious I was and said that he would have always protected me if the others had said something like that. He left. He left without saying another word.
I had known him since we were both in the sandbox and I couldn't understand his reaction. It hurt a lot. I knew that he wouldn't return my love, but I didn't expect him to end our friendship. Even if he did it silently.
Ray should have shouted or sworn at me. That would have been much easier. So I decided to come out to my big sister. She had already guessed and consoled me about Ray.
“The right one will come along sooner or later. Or many rights?” she joked.
On my eighteenth birthday, I came out to my parents. My father went completely crazy, screamed at me and threw me out. My mother didn't say a word, as always, she was submissive to my father.
That same evening, I went to my sister's. We had both expected that it would turn out this way and my sister had promised me that I could stay with her for a while.
From then on, things should get better. My sister stood behind me and tried to get me an apprenticeship and a one-room apartment. That was the beginning of my new life. I quickly found a connection.
My neighbor Sven introduced me to his friends. I took a particular shine to Jessy, who everyone called JJ. I'll never forget our first night together after we met. We snuggled up on the balcony, wrapped in a thick blanket, and talked all night long.
When breakfast was served in the flat share at ten o'clock, we were glad to be able to warm up with a coffee. JJ was the first person to whom I openly said that I was gay too. It was only when I realized how relaxed things were here that I was able to come out without fear.
I think JJ and I agreed early on that we belonged together, but we wanted to get to know each other first. We spent most of our free time together, and even some of our non-free time together. How often did I go to JJ's when he had to work and sip on a drink all evening, since something like that can also be quite expensive.
After a while, as a regular guest, I was allowed to enter for free. And now, after four months of flirting, teasing and fooling around, we were finally together. Of course, we didn't want to wait to have sex. I didn't regret that we did it right away. It was beautiful!
Jessy
The sun was shining a little through the window. It was still early, but already light. When I looked to the side, my hazel eyes met a blue sea in which I sank. I remembered, as if in a trance, last night.
We were alone for once. Nick and I. I had the night off and he already had the weekend off. For weeks it had been on the tip of my tongue: “I like you. I love you.” What's the best way to say something like that?
Normally, it should be easy for me, given my experience. I had my first time at fourteen. Even though I wasn't particularly proud of the fact that it happened so early. I only knew him fleetingly, and knew only his name and that he was gay, but that was enough.
Sammy. My first. Seventeen years old. He was in the graduating class at the school and took advantage of my gullibility. I couldn't even say that it was good, we just did it. Or rather, he did it and I just held still.
It was quick. He ignored me afterwards, pretended he didn't know me. Sammy graduated just a few weeks later and I never saw him again, which was probably for the best.
I cried on my mother's shoulder, who raised me alone and has been my best friend to this day. She also let me move into a shared flat at seventeen. I inherited the house from my uncle.
Among the roommates was Mike, my best friend. I had met him when I was fifteen, practically running into him because I was late. He was three years older than me, so he was eighteen at the time and had just moved out of his parents' house because they never had time for him. He didn't know where to go, so I took him home with me.
My mother Barbara just laughed at me and said that I was always picking up stray cats. Just because I had brought home a small cat that I wanted to save from freezing to death.
Mike stayed and so I experienced a lot. He was gay, of age, handsome and of course had a lot of friends that I should all meet. It was the beginning of a wild time - a very wild time.
I regretted nothing - almost nothing. Except for some SM stuff, I think I had pretty much done everything. I experimented until I turned eighteen. I stand by it, because that time is part of me.
When my uncle died, I was sixteen. He left me a large house just two streets from my home. My mother had to accept the inheritance for me until I came of age.
At seventeen, I really wanted to move into the house. I annoyed my mother so much that she finally gave in. However, only on the condition that I did not move in there alone, after all, such a house cost quite a bit.
Besides Mike, two more flatmates were quickly found, which did not seem difficult. Besides me, Mike had a very good friend named Ben. He looked like an angel and was only a year younger than Mike.
He was also as happy as I was to get away from home. He was bisexual, although he was more attracted to women.
And the last one was Chris. He had just turned eighteen and was only having trouble with his father. He was doing his training with my mother in the hospital, who, by the way, was a nurse.
Maybe that's why she was so easy-going, because she constantly had to deal with all kinds of characters. Anyway, Chris was happy to move in with us. He always claimed to be straight, although I was sure that he and Ben had already...
All in all, we were a great bunch. We had one thing or another in common and were open to everything. There was always a party at the weekend and so the time until my eighteenth birthday flew by.
Mike actually wanted to throw a huge party for me. But what he didn't count on was that no one seemed to have time that weekend. There were big events in the neighboring towns.
Basically, it's not a problem; you could also celebrate outside the city, but Mike had an important business dinner and I didn't want to celebrate without my best friend. So it happened that I spent the evening alone at first.
Many congratulations came via text message and some called. Barbara also had to work. But she had already congratulated me at a joint birthday breakfast. Mike surprised me, however, by coming home earlier than expected.
He brought an ice cream cake from our favorite ice cream parlor, which made me very happy. Mike apologized, though, and told me that he would have liked to throw a huge party. But I just replied that the greatest gift was having him with me.
He knew. He had known it all these years. How much I loved him. Only I hadn't realized anything, because only now did I realize it. As the situation demanded, we kissed and slept together.
The next morning we were surprised by Chris and Ben, who had taken the first train home, which was really embarrassing for me. I immediately disappeared into the shower and cried for a while.
How could this happen? I fell in love with Mike, of all people, the heartbreaker who had never had a serious relationship. And now, of all times, I had to realize that all these years I had only been looking for the man of my life. I wanted a serious relationship and no more fooling around. I jumped when Mike suddenly appeared behind me in the shower.
“What's wrong?“ he asked.
“I love you,” I sobbed.
“I know,“ Mike replied.
“Shit, I love you. Why you?” I managed through my tears.
“Thanks,“ Mike mumbled.
“What's wrong with me?” he wanted to know.
“I don't want to share you!” ‘You hear me!”
I put my arms around Mike and shouted at him.
“I don't want to share you!”
“You don't have to,’ he simply replied.
No sooner said than done. So we got together. Unfortunately, it only lasted half a year. Mike loved his freedom more than he loved me. Even though today he still professes how much he loves me and how important I was to him.
Fortunately, it didn't harm our friendship. I even think that the relationship welded us together more tightly. Who had sex with their best friend? That was a year ago.
All that time I was single. There was the occasional guy, but nothing ever came of it. I had followed my mother's wishes and completed an apprenticeship as a hairdresser. After that she gave me permission to pursue my passion – dancing.
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I always got along well with my boss. When he was out, because he still had several clubs, I was always in charge, so no one was surprised when he signed over the club “Cliffs” to me one day.
However, that meant more work for me. Just now my Mr. Right had to move in, of all people? Nick. But that didn't stop us from finding each other. With my open manner, I told him that evening.
We laughed a lot and fooled around. Actually, as always, but the mood was much more sizzling than usual.
“You're really great!“ I said.
“What do you mean?” Nick asked.
“Just like I say it. I like you! I'm totally into you! And I never want to be without you again!” I replied honestly.
Nick smiled.
Jessy
I looked into his beautiful, deep brown eyes. I sank into them and forgot everything around me.
My hands were on his hips and I gently pulled him towards me. I pressed my abdomen against his. I enjoyed this feeling, this closeness for a brief moment.
There was only him and me. Heat flooded my body. I couldn't hide how aroused I was anymore, how hot I was for him. I had waited too long for this moment. To feel him.
To taste him. I wet my lips and kissed him tentatively. Just briefly. A breath. His lips were as soft as they looked. I could hardly hold back, but did so and waited.
Waited for him to take the next step. Patiently. Even if it only took seconds for him to lean over to me to kiss me passionately, it seemed like half an eternity.
His lips touched mine.
How hot his tongue was. How good he tasted. How good he felt. I pulled him a little closer to me and gently stroked through his curly brown hair. I could hardly keep my hands to myself, I had to force myself not to eat him up right here in the kitchen.
Maybe not to make love with him at all yet. He probably needed time, after all it was his first time. I carefully pulled back from the kiss and looked into his beautiful eyes again.
They were glowing. Fire and passion were reflected in them. He took my hand and led me up the stairs. Actually, I was the one who was at home here. But he had felt comfortable here for a long time, and it seemed to me as if he also lived here.
At least, he usually behaved like that.
One more flight of stairs and we were standing in front of my room. The entire third floor was mine, with a private bathroom and a large terrace. He opened the door and pulled me inside. Again our lips touched, our tongues met, our bodies were close again.
Somehow I managed to close the door behind us without either of us having to let go. He was so demanding. I was wrong in my assumption that he wasn't ready yet.
Our tongues played fiercely with each other, our lips opened and closed hotly and intimately. How I loved this wet game. Now I couldn't and wouldn't keep my hands to myself anymore.
I let them slowly wander under his T-shirt, gently caressing his slim yet muscular back. When he broke away from our kiss, I was afraid I had gone too far.
But he quickly pulled the shirt over his head and then went on to mine. Which, with my help, also landed on the floor. Our lips united again.
How good his naked skin felt, so soft and hot. His stomach was almost as flat as mine and his abs were delicately defined, which I was only too happy to caress. Now he too could no longer hide his excitement.
I snuggled up against his chest. I loved that he was a good head taller than me, even though he was a year and a half younger than me. Sweet eighteen. He fumbled awkwardly with my jeans.
“Oh man, help me out here,” he whined.
“Are you sure you want to go that far? Once the pants are off, I can't guarantee anything,“ I grinned at him.
“Then don't guarantee anything,” he replied and took off his pants.
Okay, he wanted it that way.
So I took off my pants too. We lay down on the bed, side by side, and kissed again. Now the kisses felt even better. We snuggled up against each other. I sealed his lips with mine and then let my tongue go on a journey.
Along his neck to his earlobe, where he was very sensitive. I noticed that he moaned softly, barely audible, and got a fine goose bumps all over his body. So I had to remember this place.
I caressed him further. His breathing quickened. Now I also let my hands go on a hike. When I slide up these his thighs, I paused for a moment.
His eyes were closed, his breathing was calm, how still he lay there and let everything happen.
“How beautiful you are,“ I couldn't get out more, after all, I still couldn't believe my luck.
He opened his eyes and smiled at me.
“You're torturing me on purpose, right?”
“What?” I didn't understand a word.
But at the same moment, he pushed me onto the pillows. Now he was on top and although he had never done it before, he was really damn good. The man was driving me crazy. No wonder, I had butterflies in my stomach from the first moment.
Still, I had never believed in love at first sight, because normally it had always taken me longer for something like that to happen. We were simply on the same wavelength. Why had it taken only four months for us to find each other?
Maybe there was just too much fear. I just wanted to be sure that we belonged together and that everything was right. And now, at this very moment, my little dream prince was sitting on my lap and caressing my neck.
So he had also found my sensitive spot as quickly as I had found his. Nick made me moan, and that was saying something, since I didn't usually moan. I gently pushed him up, kissed him again and carefully guided him down from me.
I teased him a little more and gently bit his belly, which I then covered with kisses. I kissed my way back up to Nick's lips, where he wildly received me. This heat.
There was a tremendous crackling in the air, which felt damn good. It had been an eternity since the last time. We bit around fiercely and my hands caressed Nick's body, along his back, to his firm buttocks.
Carefully, my fingers slid between his buttocks. Nick shuddered and winced. I could have slapped myself at that moment, because instead of taking things slowly, I went for broke.
“It's okay,” I said, ”we don't have to.”
Nick smiled: “No! I want it. Just promise to be careful.”
“I promise.”
Why shouldn't I be careful? After all, I loved Nick and wanted him to enjoy it and want to do it again. I sealed my promise with a kiss and now let my tongue wander over Nick's body.
First to one of his earlobes to drive him crazy, then I nibbled on his nipples and bit his flat stomach again. I kissed my way up his left thigh and then the right, and then released his body, which was squirming beneath me, to caress HIM.
Nick groaned with relish. I enclosed his hardness with my lips and let my tongue play. Only when Nick stroked my head did I gently let go of him. When he seemed relieved, I looked at him.
“That was really close,” Nick wheezed.
I had to grin: ”That's good.”
Now I lifted one of Nick's legs and licked along his thigh. Nick could hardly keep still under me. Only when I slid my tongue deeper, was Nick suddenly very calm. My hand had a firm grip on his best piece and my tongue paved the way.
Nick kept still and I could feel how he gained confidence and started. With a finger I slowly rubbed over his sphincter muscle, but made sure that it was okay. I paused briefly and moistened my finger, with which I stroked his sphincter muscle again.
Now Nick surprised me by simply taking my hand. At first I thought he wanted to push it away, but instead he pushed my finger into his heat.
At that same moment, Nick drew in a sharp breath. “Slowly,” I admonished him and pulled him to me, into a kiss.
“Are you okay?” I asked, concerned.
'Now I am,' Nick replied and kissed me again, deeply and passionately.
I released myself, caressed his ear lobe and when Nick pressed against me, I began to move my finger slowly. Nick stroked my back and I withdrew my finger from his heat.
I heard him sigh and couldn't help grinning as he pushed my hand down again. While hot kisses were being exchanged, I opened the drawer of my bedside table to rummage around for lubricant and a condom.
Meanwhile, Nick slid down between me. On the first attempt, he choked and coughed.
“Hey, take it easy,“ I admonished him again. But he had already started on the second attempt and this time he made it without any problems.
“Slowly! Otherwise...” I warned him.
I pushed him up again before this game came to a premature end and massaged his hole with lubricant. Meanwhile, Nick tried to put a condom on me.
“Is it complicated?” he grumbled. I took over this task and in the meantime, Nick got himself into position as if he had done it countless times before.
I carefully entered Nick's heat, kissing him to distract him. Slowly, very slowly. Just halfway in at first. I paused briefly, looking into Nick's beautiful, light blue eyes.
He nodded and I pulled him close.
Nick let out a lustful groan. I grinned again, unable and unwilling to hold back any longer. I slowly began to move and kissed him passionately. Nick let himself go completely.
We increased the rhythm immeasurably. Nick moaned harder and harder, throwing his head from side to side. And then, like fireworks, we exploded in ecstasy. I gasped for breath and collapsed on the bed next to Nick.
That happened pretty fast. Maybe because we were just way too hot for each other. We smiled at each other and snuggled up to each other, caressing and kissing.
“You okay?“ I asked Nick.
“Never better!” he replied, “But next time?” Nick's hands started to roam.
stroking over my back to my butt and finally his fingers stroked along between my cheeks.
“Next time I want you!“ he completed his sentence.
“Nothing would please me more,” I was able to reply before Nick's lips sealed mine in demand.
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