"Oh god yes!" John pushed his finger to the first knuckle slowly, reveling in the warmth and velvety smoothness, as Sherlock threw his head back and howled in pure satisfaction. John's cock twitching in response to Sherlock's moans, he pushed his finger in all the way to the second knuckle. He could feel Sherlock writhe in pleasure underneath and frankly it was one of the most arousing things he had ever seen. Reaching a hand down to his own neglected manhood; John starting stroking his cock in time with his finger going in and out of Sherlock. Sherlock was nearly begging him for more.
"Please John, please, please… give me more. I need more, please don't hold back." Sherlock whimpered and moaned as John continued to pump his fingers.
Torturously slow, John began to slide another finger into Sherlock. Sherlock hissed at the stretch a bit, but all pain, all thought went out the window as John stroked his prostate. That little ball of nerves made Sherlock collapse with pleasure. Shaking with his head buried in the pillows Sherlock screamed in pleasure.
"Oh god JOHN! Right there John, oh god, don't stop, don't ever stop! Harder… harder!"
John couldn't take it anymore; he pulled his fingers out, Sherlock moaning at the lack of contact, and poured more lube on his cock. He couldn't think of a time he had ever been harder than he was right now. His head was swimming and all he could think of was fucking Sherlock Holmes into next week. Stroking his cock a few times before lining himself up to Sherlock, John took a few deep breaths to calm himself. With that John gently pushed the head of his cock into Sherlock's tight hole. Sherlock screamed as he did it, half in pain and half in pleasure. It took all John had not to cum right then and there.
His thoughts were blank and all that was in his head was the feeling of the warmth and tightness of Sherlock around his throbbing cock. "You okay Sherlock?"
Sherlock nodded vigorously, "Please John, I can't take it anymore, clear my mind, make it go blank. Just fuck me; for god's sake just fuck me."
John needed no other direction, with that he plunged all the way into him, groaning at the tight heat. "Fuck Sherlock, you're so damn tight." The feeling was indescribable. But John was ever the gentleman and didn't want to hurt Sherlock. Despite all his nerves telling him to pound this guy into the bed he took it slow.
Growling in frustration Sherlock whipped his head back, "John, I know you are a gentleman, but if you don't fuck me hard I'll be the one taking control."
As those words fell out of Sherlock's mouth, John's mouth fell open. "Yes sir!" When John started rocking his hips again, all traces of caution and gentleness were gone. He pounded his hips into Sherlock's arse, his dick sliding in and out of him at a frantic speed. He bent over so his chest was pressed up onto Sherlock's back, as he did so he reached around Sherlock and wrapped his fingers around his cock. Dripping wet and throbbing the contact with Sherlock's cock made Sherlock moan in pleasure.
"Oh god John, I'm gonna cum, I can't hold back. Harder. Harder. MMmfff oh please don't stop…god don't stop. Gonna cum, gonn…unghhhhh!"
Sherlock spurted his cum all over the bedsheets and John's hand, as he came he clenched around John's cock and within seconds John was coming deep inside of Sherlock. His screams echoed off the walls, and the two of them collapsed onto the bed exhausted.
Rolling over to the side, the two boys were panting, exhausted, and covered with sweat and the smell of sex. John previously hard cock was still inside Sherlock as they lay there for what seemed like an eternity. John rolled over pulling out of Sherlock and watching as his cum slowly dribbled out of his arse. Content and sleepy, John let his post-orgasmic endorphins take over his body.
Meanwhile, Sherlock lay there panting, his dark curls sticking to his forehead, and thinking. What did he just do? He had enjoyed John's company for quite some time now, one of the few people at his school that he actually enjoyed. On top of that Sherlock thought John was absolutely gorgeous, fantasizing about him more than one of time. Did John feel the same way?
Suddenly Sherlock's train of thought was disrupted as he felt John snuggle into his back. He thought about it for a bit, and then decided that it could wait until tomorrow.
The two boys, still drunk, still sweaty and filthy, fell asleep leaving all the awkward conversation for the next morning.