Secret Toyboy

It was almost a week before you called around again. I worried I'd frightened you off or pushed you too far. I found myself looking out of the window to see if you walked past on your way to or from college, but I didn't see you.

As I stepped out of the shower Thursday afternoon I heard a quiet knock on my door. Assuming it was some sort of delivery, I quickly wrapped myself in a towel and went down to answer the door. I was surprised to see you standing there and invited you in before too many of the neighbours saw me in just a towel.

"Hi." I smiled, awkwardly aware that I was dripping water onto the floor around me.

You shuffled your feet nervously, seemingly studying the scuffed leather caused by kicking a football around during breaks.

"Sorry it's been a while." You murmur, "I didn't know if you'd want to see me again after last time."

I frown, "Why would you think that?"

You continue to look at your shoes. "I don't know, I thought maybe it might be weird now... but I keep thinking about it, what we did and about you... a lot. I needed to see you again."

I felt my face flush.

"I'm glad you came round, I missed you." I said, as I tried to catch your eye. You eventually looked up at me and smiled. We stood by the door not saying anything for a moment, neither of us seeming to know what to do next. Suddenly I remembered I was still soaking wet and wrapped in a towel!

"Why don't you go and sit down? Grab a drink if you want one, I'll just quickly go and dry off."

You nodded and dropped your bag onto the floor, pausing before you stepped into the living room.

"You don't have to get dressed if you don't want to?" You say shyly and I blush again as you walk away.

I quickly head upstairs, feeling a familiar ache of longing between my legs.

I dry off as my gaze falls on the silk robe I tempted you in last time. I know I shouldn't assume that you've come here for sex but I hope that you have.

I leave my underwear off and tie the robe around my waist. I breathe in deep and smell the lingering scent of sex and you, my toes curling in anticipation.

You look up as I walk into the room and I'm reminded how young you are, sitting on the sofa holding a can of Coke.

I sit myself on the other end of the sofa and smile. I can see the growing bulge in your trousers as we make polite small talk.

"I've been watching some videos." You say, leaning over to put your can on the table, "You know, dirty ones."

"Really?" I smirk, trying not to giggle.

You nod almost solemnly and shuffle closer.

I reach for your tie and pull you towards me, kissing you softly on the lips, moaning quietly as I feel you kiss me back. I can feel you tugging on the tie of my robe, eager to unwrap your gift.

The black silk robe falls open, giving you a glimpse of thigh... tummy.... breast... shoulder... Your hand resting on my bare waist as you lean back in for another kiss. I thread my fingers through your hair and reach down to squeeze your bottom with my other hand.

I moan as your lips move down to my neck,over my collarbone, making your way down to my exposed breast. Your warm mouth on my hard nipple has me wriggling beneath you.

"Can I try some of the things I saw in the video?" You ask, breaking away from my nipple for a moment.

"Of course." I answer. You could have asked me for anything and I would have said yes. I glance down as you slip off the sofa and kneel on the floor. I feel a bit exposed laid bare in my open robe as you sit there fully clothed still. But I quickly forget about it as your hands run up the inside of my thighs.

I make myself comfortable against the sofa cushions as you gently part my legs. I quiver as the cool air caresses my bare skin, the only heat coming from your hands running up and down the inside of my thighs.

I sigh as your lips touch my inner thigh, kissing your way up from my knee achingly slowly. I tense as you near my waiting pussy, but you skip over it, kissing down the inside of my other thigh back down to my knee.

I wiggle a bit, hoping to press or rub myself against something but there's nothing there. As if sensing my frustration you place a kiss on my clit, then sit back.

I feel your finger run down the length of my pussy, your touch so light I can barely feel it, yet every nerve is awake and on edge. You're close enough that I feel your breath against me as you lightly stroke me again, so gently it's as if you're stroking the petal of a flower or the wing of a butterfly. I moan as you do it again and again, before I feel your fingertip circling my slick entrance.

I bite my lip as I wait to find out what you'll do next. My patience is rewarded as you slide one finger straight inside me at the same time as sucking on my clit. I almost howl in pleasure at this firmer touch, after all of your light teasing. I rest my hand on yours on my thigh, fingers lacing together as you continue to suck and finger me at the same time. I can hear your moans as you enjoy yourself between my legs, making me ache and throb more.

I arch my back as you slip a second finger inside, working me with a steady rhythm as I feel myself getting close.

"Don't stop." I moan, squeezing your hand tightly. You keep going, firmly sucking my clit as your fingers work my pussy. It's only seconds before my pleasure builds into something I can't contain and I cum hard on your tongue and your fingers.

I glance down and see pure lust in your eyes as you suck your fingers clean.

"I want to take you from behind." You say firmly, any trace of the shy boy long gone.

I don't say anything, I just turn over on the sofa on all fours, my nipples brushing against the cushions. I hear you unbuckle your belt and the sound of your trousers hitting the floor. I feel the sofa dip as you kneel behind me, slowly lifting the silk robe up and bunching it round my waist.

I press my bottom back towards you, desperate to feel your cock inside me.

I moan as your hands caress my bare bottom, teasing me again by making me wait. Then I feel it, the warm tip of your cock pressed against my aching pussy. I want to push back and take you inside, but I wait, wanting you to feel the power of being in control.

I bite my lip again as I feel myself stretch around the head of your cock, slowly drawing you in deeper. You pause inside me as I feel your hands holding my hips before pushing the rest of your length in. I moan with the feeling of fullness and hear your moan in response as you slowly pull out and push back in again.

I want you to fuck me harder, bent over on the sofa with my robe pushed up, exposing myself to you. But I also want you to find your own way, your own technique. I want you to discover what makes you cum.

My nipples harden as they brush against the cushion with every thrust. Your fingers digging into my hips. I moan as you build up speed, each thrust driving your cock deep inside me. I hear your gasp and know you're close, so I moan again in encouragement, needing to feel you finish inside me again.

You keep going, moaning with each stroke now as I feel you starting to twitch inside me. The familiar heat of cum filling my pussy.

You pull out and I flop down on the sofa on my back, gesturing at you to come closer as we both try to catch our breath. I pull you against me, holding you against my chest as my skin cools.