On that Desk

5

N: He knows what I'm about to do, he has figured out my plan. But before I fill up his ass, I've got to warm him up somehow.

"Sasuke..", I call out some of my first words to him since he's entered the room.

"Mhmm?" He murmurs in response.

"Sasuke, we both know what it about to happen. Is it ok?" I regret asking his permission, but I know he won't refuse. He nods his head, avoiding words. "Good" I say grinning. My cock moves as I speak, and with my legs spread, it's all Sasuke can focus on. "I need you to do something for me, ok?". Another nod, eyes following my dick. "Will you-" it moves up "-please take-" down, then up again, "-off everything." It moves to the left as I step toward him, and spread my legs another few inches. He does as I say, eyes never leaving my swinging balls, and pointing cock. His shirt is ruffled, exposing his belly, he rushes to take it off, and kicks his shoes off while doing it. His pants are next, falling down to his ankles, he steps out of them. The gift in his underwear is hard, but it still conforms to the round shape of his briefs -not erect enough. The clothes came off so quickly, it's like he's practiced. I shake off the thought, and motion for him to come towards me. He stumbles since his eyes are so focused. He misinterprets my gesture as an invitation to touch what he's looking at. Before he can touch, I grip his wrist. A gasp escapes his lips.

"I need to see yours first" I say with a smile. No words from him still. He wants to touch me bad that he fumbles which his full underwear while still looking down at my body. "I'll do it" he lets his hand fall. With one hand I grab him by the band of the underwear, and pull him towards me. With the other hand, I lift his chin to look at my face. He fights my grasp, he wants to keep looking down, but after a second, he relents, drawing his eyes up to see mine. My finger is already in his underwear, gripping him. I release, pulling my hand away from his supple skinned dick. I pull the underwear with me, and his young cock springs out.

The head points up towards me. I have broken my gaze with him to look at it, but his face is still in my hand. He steps out of the underwear, and for the first time since I allowed him to see my cock, he speaks.

"Well, what do you think?" He chides. I don't know what to say. It's not as thick as mine, but it protrudes further away from his belly than mine does. His dick is longer than mine. A small patch of black hair sits at the base of his cock, but otherwise, he is smooth. I blush thinking about my blonde mess.

"Yes...!" It's all I can bring myself to say. My call is more than a moan, something like a prideful yell. My instincts overwhelm me, and I drop to my knees. I know what I must do to get him ready for me. I grab his cock and balls from the base in one hand, and search for his hand with my other. He thinks I intend to hold hands. He grasps my hand, breathing hard. I've trapped him. I thrust his hand into my mouth, coating all his fingers with wetness. I send his own wet hand to his small asshole. He is leaning on the desk, but from the front I can push his own hand into him. "Two fingers!" I call with the same prideful yell. He does as I say, cramming his middle and pointer finger up his hole. He makes no sound, but a poorly hidden grimace reveals his true reaction. "Four!" I double the number. This time he moans. On his inhale following the outcry, I plunge forward with my mouth open.

S: For the past few minutes, I have been unable to predict Naruto's plans and movements. It's so unlike me, but after seeing the thick fullness of his dick, I have been truly beaten down. This is the biggest shock to come this far. Before I can catch my breath, I feel a new type of warmth surround my cock. I blink the tears from my eyes, and see his mouth around it. It hits the back of his throat with ease, causing him to cough. The vibrations of his throat send waves of sensation to the base of my shaft, and ricocheting around my body. Both his hands are now at my rear, guiding my own hand in and out or me.

His perfect lips follow a delicate pattern over my dick. The pulsing waves I feel don't cease, and again, I feel fluid begin to drip slowly out of me, into his mouth. The corners of his lip curl up. I know he's tasted it, and his fluttering eyelids tell me that he like it. I moan, and feel more warmth leak out of me. He sucks hard, and I groan. As I inhale, I'm surprised to feel his lips on mine. He shares his breath, and passes around the flavors inside his mouth.

With my hand free, I release it from my ass, and fling it towards him. I catch hold of my target, I grasp at his cock, my fingertips barely make contact with my thumb around his girth. I massage him, back and forth, he twitches, evidently enjoying it. He releases his lips from mine, and I finally catch my breath. A guilty smile breaks across his face, I purse my lips in response. With my hand still on his cock, I pull him towards me, towards my hole.

While moving him towards me, I sit all the way onto the desk. Once I feel the tip of his dick touching my thigh, I lay back. My back is flat on the desk, arm splayed to the side. He holds one of my slender legs in each hand, and places them against his bare shoulders. He holds onto his cock, guiding it towards me, and sets it on the outside of my asshole. Impatiently I scoot towards him, and feel the oozing tip go inside of me. He grips my legs for leverage, glances down, and throws his hips towards mine.