I look over at him next to me, on his back, breathing heavy and smiling from our last round. He's got this dreamy look on his face, like he's thinking only about doing that again. We've already fucked twice and he's becoming more used to the feel of it, the pain that always goes along with having a cock up your ass. I think of the look on his face when I first pushed into him, his face scrunched up from the burn that was so new to him. That look faded quickly into one of complete pleasure, but I know his ass must be sore. Considering he'd never had a rim job, I'm sure he's never had a blow job, either. I lift my head up from the pillow, look toward his dick, and decide that I'll give his ass a reprieve for awhile.

I manipulate my body over to his so that I'm hovering over him, my weight resting on my forearms. I bring my face closer to his, my breath ghosting over his lips with the slightest of kisses. He lifts his head up to reach for more, but I deny him. "Ah, ah, ah," I say, as I move my body down his, kissing his chest and abdomen as I go. I reach the nest of his pubic hair and realize that it's light in color. I guess he really is naturally blond. It's not like I didn't notice it before, but I was just paying more attention to his ass than the hair surrounding his dick.

I bring my hands to his hips, holding him in place, when I feel his hands on mine, pushing them away. "No, my ass is really sore," he says.

I lift up slightly and look at him, tell him, "Relax. I'm not going to fuck you."

He smiles a little and exhales a heavy breath. "Okay. I trust you."

Something about that gets to me, because this kid doesn't even know me, yet the quickness and honesty with which he said it make me believe that it's true. I reposition my hands at his hips and forget about whatever the fuck he just said because I'm about to blow this kid for the first time. He's never had another mouth on his dick, and who better to start with than mine?

I take the tip into my mouth, suck on the head for awhile. He begins to moan – not moan, though, really. It's more like he's mewing, encouraging me to keep going, and fuck if it doesn't make me want to. I move my lips further down, take more of him into my mouth. I feel one of his hands on my head, clenching the hair for something to hold onto, something to help him hold out for more.

I take the entirety of his dick in my mouth, bob my head a few times, and feel him shudder beneath me. His hand grips my hair tightly in his fist, and he comes, hot and wet down my throat. I stay there for a moment until his breathing is back under control, and move back up his body until I'm hovering over him again.

He wants to kiss me. I can tell by the smile on his face and the look of complete adoration in his eyes. I bring my mouth down to his slightly, a gentle brushing of lips, and then roll over onto my back beside him. He lifts up from his spot on the bed and looks at me, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Your turn."