What Happens in the Bedroom...
Chapter 1
Heyya!
NEW STORY
It's going to be a Yaio so it'll be Lemony.
It's also my first ever Lemon or Yaio or anything that isn't 'and when they woke up the next morning they remembered they'd had sex.'
Hope you enjoy it.
Pix xx
The whorl wind that is Jack Twist flew into the room. I looked up from my paper as he planted himself on my lap. And after kissing me quickly he came out with today's reason of excitement,
"I was watching How to Spice up Your Love Life, and they were talking about sex diaries. Can we try it Damien pleaseee?" I looked down at him and nodded. "Yes!" he cheered and threw his arms around my neck I pulled him close meeting my lips to his. As always he was the first to ask for access, both of us would always oblige to the others request, so I parted my lips and caught his tongue with mine as it shot in like a rocket. We shared saliva and when the time came to draw apart spit had dribbled from both our mouths. We grinned at each other.
"Can we do the first time we did it first?" I asked my young lover although I was the older male of the two of us, I treated this diary like a project of his and even though we were both writing in the book I let him take charge.
Jack gasped, "Not the time in the shower!" he said, "Can I write it?" he asked suddenly very excited.
I opened the door; inside the bathroom it felt like a sauna. And singing like a nightingale in the shower was my Damien. He hadn't realised that I'd come in but I knew he didn't mind otherwise he would have locked the door.
I sat on the chair next to the shower curtain and pulled it back. That scared him, he turned around quickly, "Crap, Jack honey don't scare me like that!" he said beginning to laugh. He turned down the water so that he could hear me.
"Sorry," I said loudly, "needed help with my Soc homework." He nodded and asked me what the first question was. "How many ancient runes are there, that open the twelfth temple of Nyx?" I knew the question by heart, because I'd spent the best part of and hour reading it and rereading it, but even so I stared at my book instead of gazing hungrily at his manhood. He thought for a few moments, and then turned the shower off completely, I pulled the towel he had left on the back of the chair out and held it out for him to step into. The condensated mist cleared and I really could look at my boyfriend, who was not wrapped in the cream towel. But he could also see me,
"Where have you been to get in that state?" he asked, after pulling back the curtain and seeing Damien I'd forgotten that I was covered in chocolate cake mix. "Right you come her." He said letting go of his towel and reaching for me. His towel pooled on the floor and I began to swat him playfully.
He then half peeled of my denim jacket, using the fact that I was still attached to the blue material; he pulled the jacket and me towards the shower. Damien turned on the water jets and then carried on stripping me bare. I laughed and giggled and slapped him gently until I was wearing just my boxers, he didn't force anything and didn't ask but I nodded and he pulled them down exposing my small member. His face spilt into a smile and he grabbed me in a fire mans lift, and slung me over his shoulder slapped my ass with one hand and climbed back into the shower.
When he set me down under the steaming water we were squashed belly to belly in the small shower stall. "Well this is cosy." He whispered laughing, and then he wrapped his arms around me. I had nothing else to do but to wrap mine around his waist; I began tracing patterns on his back with my fingertips, he shuddered every now and then. I started to make wave-like designs that started at his neck and worked its way downwards; when I reached where his back fanned out on to the plains of his bottom, I stopped the sweeping motion and started travelling in a single straight line in between the peaks of each cheek. Water followed my finger, making my intended path slippery; I kept pushing down curving round so I reached his entrance.
Where I stopped, I didn't know whether to go any further but as scary as this was I was enjoying it, though I couldn't work out whether my partner was he had his eyes closed and his face was stony. I pulled out not wanting to upset him; he opened his eyes and looked at me,
"Why did you stop?" he asked
"I'm not doing all the work." I said he laughed and reached down to pull on my manhood; I gasped, no one had touched me like that ever. He pulled it and let go, squeezing gently each time he reclaimed it. Damien panted pulling faster, and then he suddenly let go falling against the peach wall.
"Turn around." He whispered breathlessly. I turned so my back was to him, he snaked one arm around my waist and put his chin on my shoulder, "I'm so sorry." He whispered. Then he slowly slipped a finger into my entrance, as soon as I went past the first coil of muscle a pain spasamed from the bone in my ass "Sorry Sorry Sorry." He chanted he pushed it up further, and then brought it back, only to re-enter with two fingers and move them in a scissoring motion, I cried out.
"What the hell are you doing?" I screamed. He didn't answer, and began kissing and nibbling the skin around my neck and shoulders. I moaned it hurt like hell, but it was a good pain like being sedated, the needle hurts but after the drug lets you go to sleep which is great. I screamed again as he put a third finger through my entrance, stretching it, "Just do it!" the pain was too much to bear.
His kisses got more desperate, and each time a passionate spark of pain shot from the spot. The arm he had wrapped around my waist wriggled up so he held my shoulder, which he used to turn me and push me roughly against the wall. And then without warning he thrust his member into my hole, I screamed but he shushed me telling me when I got used to it, it would be better. I breathed deeply, and after he got into a rhythm and began pumping me I realised he was right we moaned at the same time, and I began moving my hips in time with his thrusts. I turned my head and caught his lips as he moved up too kiss my jaw. With the hand he didn't hold my shoulder with he slid it round to my front and, in time with our rhythm, he began wanking my cock. I couldn't believe I'd just lost my virginity, but I knew it was with the right person.
An unfamiliar knot in my stomach warned me of how close we were, "Damien... I think... I'm gonna..."
"Just do it." He whispered. We kept our rhythm and after a couple of seconds a white liquid spat out of my cock into Damien's rolled up fists. He kept pumping and the liquid carried on spilling into his hands, he seemed to be enjoying the sensation as much as I was. When I was quite dry he used his cum filled hands and to clean his face, using it like a face pack. I kept kissing him letting what was in his hands drip into both our mouths.
Behind, he was still going inside me and sounding like and excited child he whispered in my ear "Ready?" I nodded as my ass was filled with a warm substance. We had both reached out climax and we spent the time coming down from it kissing, tongues wrestling in our mouths. Damien pulled out of me and we rinsed the leftovers of our activity away in the steaming water; I'd turned around so I could hold him close and we stood under the shower, letting the heat run off into the cold, in each others embrace.
"Aww that sounded so corny." I said. Our first entry was complete. Jack nipped my neck playfully, knowing it was just hard enough to make a bruise, warning people that his boyfriend was his forever.
"It sounded fun!" Jack said enthusiastically, reaching up from the seat next too me to claim my mouth for another long couple of minuets.