Prompt – Rights of passage

Aladdin had always thought that his first time would be with a woman; that when he finally had his right of passage that it would be with a girl he was close to.

He never expected that his first time would be to the one ad only Sinbad.

But there he was straddling the older man's hips, nervous about having the throbbing dick stretch him out and fill him. Of course, he had been curious about these things before but he hadn't tried stretching himself out with more than just his fingers.

The young Magi may now be in his teens but his hands were small. His fingers were no comparison to the cock that he was about to impale himself with. He didn't know, should he just slam down hard or should he take it slowly?

Sinbad decided that Aladdin wouldn't have to decide. His six foot build seemed to make Aladdin feel smaller. Like he was going to be smash hard by this man that he admired.

But Sin was gentle. His soft lips playfully grabbed at the younger's ear, giving it a tug. Aladdin moaned softly but it was not his weak spot. A game of explore soon followed.

Sin bit down lightly on Aladdin's neck, searching. Soon Aladdin was covered in little love nips. He knew Alibaba would question him tomorrow; wanting to know why he went to see some girls without him.

Those thoughts soon went away when Sinbad bit down on Aladdin's Adam's apple. All thought was erased from his mind as his mouth opened and a loud moan that echoed in Sinbad's ear came out of his mouth.

It was almost like a scream.

Sinbad wanted more of it.

His lips traveled down his neck, biting and kissing. Every moan was like an angel's song.

Son Aladdin was quivering in pleasure.

Sinbad continued his trail downwards. A nice line of bites left in his path. He soon found the reward that he was looking for.

Licking, wetting, his lips Sin took Aladdin's cock into his mouth. All of it.

Using his tongue, he began stroking Aladdin. While allowing his mouth to do its work, he reached over to the night stand next to his bed and grabbed the lube.

It had surprised him when Aladdin had not asked for any earlier. Sinbad had thought that maybe the teenager just liked it raw. But he quickly realized that he was Aladdin's first. He had to be gentle.

He coated his fingers in a generous amount of lube, almost twice that that he uses when fucking Judar. Sin teased Aladdin's anus, spreading some of the lube around it ad trying to relax it.

The first finger was easy to get in. That is until Aladdin tensed around it.

His vision flashed white as he came into Sinbad's mouth. His hips arched up off the bed ad he cried out in pleasure.

Sin swallowed around him, drinking the semen and working the magi back to being hard again. He slid another finger into the groaning Aladdin. He decided that he didn't want to wait much longer.

He pulled away from Aladdin and squirted a generous amount of lube into the palm of his hand and used it to coat his cock, which was already dripping pre-cum.

The lube felt wonderful. He debated, for a moment, just stroking himself and releasing onto Aladdin's body.

But the desire to feel that tight, beautiful, ass around him was just too much. He had to feel it. Sin pulled Aladdin onto his lap and positioned him.

He brought his lips to Aladdin's and took advantage of the fact that the teen's mouth was still open from moaning in pleasure. He slid his tongue into the other's mouth as he slid him down his cock.

At first he just did the tip, wanting to give Aladdin a chance to get used to his size.

Aladdin felt the pain shot though his body as the throbbing cock entered him. He wanted to pull away. But instead he slammed himself down, taking all of Sinbad into himat once.

He threw his head back and cried out in pain creating a melody with Sinbad's loud moan of pleasure. He wasn't sure if he imagined himself ripping or if it actually was blood.

But he couldn't bring himself to care too much at the moment. As Sinbad rocked him against his hips, doing small mini thrusts, the pain quickly turned to pleasure.

This was so much better than his fingers could ever hope to be.

Soon the room was filled with cries of pleasure, moans of sexual joy, and skin hitting skin.

Aladdin tried using Sinbad's shoulders as leverage to ride him but the pleasure was too much. Sin had to grab his hips, probably tighter than was needed, and help him.

He lifted Aladdin up before thrusting him back down, hard. As each thrust echoed they both became closer to the greatest release of the evening.

Aladdin came first. He cried out, loudly, and clawed Sinbad's back. As he clichéd down around Sinbad, the latter soon followed.

His seed filled Aladdin. As he pulled out he watched, with pride, as his seed spilled out. He didn't care that there were now cum and blood stains covering his bed.

Nor did he, or Aladdin, care about the large handprints that were bruised onto Aladdin's hips or the smaller ones on Sinbad's shoulders.