Mikey and the Chickadee

Chapter 15 - Part 3

I felt myself grin. "You were sort of...taking me from behind."

He paused for a second. "I want to do that. If you're ready, I want to actually do it tonight."

Encased within myself, a warmth crept steadily over me and I had the sensation of sinking deeper and deeper into the cushion of the seat. I ran my hand along the ridge of his tight, weighty bicep. "When we get home," I whispered into his ear, "I want you inside me."

"Seatbelt, please," said the driver.

Mikey kept his eyes on me as he shrank back to his side of the car. Soon he became visibly resigned, obviously aware that he could not have what he wanted right at this moment. He eventually fell asleep, for about five minutes, waking as I directed the driver down his street. I wondered briefly if he had changed his mind, but as we climbed the stairs he said, "You're gonna have to guide me through this."

"Don't worry, I will," I said, very much still into the idea.

He had achieved some kind of second wind, pummeling the stairwell with his feet and stepping quite literally in circles around me. "I'm nervous, but like, I'm also not."

I laughed. "Actually, me too."

"I'm also kind of drunk," he said.

"Me too," I said. We entered his apartment and I told him I needed to step into the bathroom.

"Okay," he said.

I returned to him after less than a minute. "This is a good time for it," I told him. "I can tell."

He nodded silently.

I suspected that it was still an area of complete mystery for him. I detected a hint of concern in his expression, but it was easily outgunned by his expanding lust. He began to strip off his clothes and I hurried to keep up with him. We stood naked in front of one another, exposed and unrepentant. I had not seen him in this way for too long; his appearance, down to and past his rigid flesh, was jarring and beautiful. We immediately embraced. Our mouths were open and wet; we ran our hands over every reachable part of one another. Mikey sidestepped to his bed; I held tightly to his arm and let him tow me onto the covers.

"I have this lube," he said, tearing open the drawer of the nightstand. He turned over the bottle in his hand and looked at me a bit shyly. "I've been trying some things out."

I grinned. "Explain later," I said, throwing myself onto my back.

We prepared ourselves quickly, during which Mikey leaned in twice to kiss me. "You're so beautiful," he said. "Stay on your back," he told me, "unless you really want me behind you. I want to be able to see your face."

"I'll stay where I am."

"Do you want me to use a condom? I know I'm clean, but I have some."

Before Mikey, and after my last relationship, condom use had been assumed in every one of my sexual encounters. But now I shook my head. "I know you're clean, too. Besides, I swallowed you already."

At a level somewhere below the surface, we seemed to mutually acknowledge the nature of our circumstance, and the subject was abandoned.

I spread my legs apart and made myself ready for him. I felt the solid mass of Mikey's cock against me.

"I can help guide it in if you want," I said.

"It's okay," he said slowly. "I think I can do it."

Sure enough, just as he finished speaking, he found the brink of me. He sunk at least half of his length into me. My body rang out in the wake of this shocking, abrupt intrusion. Beforehand, I had briefly considered asking him to be gentle and start slowly. After all, he was bigger than some, maybe most. But I longed for his playful energy and enthusiasm to extend, unencumbered, into this new terrain. I didn't chase after agony, but I also did not want him to restrain himself—not even a little. The pain now flooded me, but this was Mikey, and after another few seconds, it was all of him.

"Oh my god," he said. "It's really tight. Does it hurt you?"

"It feels incredible," I said.

He flashed a broad smile, teeth visible in the blue light from the window. "Fuck. I can't believe this is happening." He pulled out to around half his length, then thrust himself all the way back in. "Fuck," he repeated. "This is the most amazing feeling."

"Keep going," I said to him. Tears surfaced at the outer corners of my eyes and descended in two tidy trails toward my ears. Thankfully, there wasn't enough light for him to see. It would not last.

As he began to thrust more aggressively, the pain fell to parity with a quickly rising tide of pleasure. Soon after, it left completely, and I swam only in elation.

Maybe the alcohol had numbed Mikey's senses to his benefit; this time he was in better control of his release. His arms straddled my torso and suspended him with little effort above me. He slowed up and looked down into my eyes. "Everything's okay?"

I nodded.

"I was about to finish," he said. "I had to slow down. I don't think I can put it off much longer."

"Don't," I said. "Let me know when you're about to. I'll finish when you finish."

"Think you'll be able to?"

Without hesitation, I nodded. "Just let it go inside me, okay?"

"Okay," he said. He started in again, slowly at first, gradually increasing his intensity. His expression moved from vague uncertainty to outright excitement. "Fuck, you're really liking this, aren't you?" he said.

My own mounting pleasure was clearly visible. "Don't stop," I said. The thickness of him spread me completely apart. I felt with odd precision the textures of his solidity moving along the outside edges of me. But each time his length reached the end of its inward travel, I felt him the most. I lost my senses completely in the depth at which he placed himself.

"It's about to happen," Mikey said. "It's happening."

I reach down to touch myself, but knew suddenly that such stimulation was not needed. I began to climax at once.

He bucked against me in pronounced release, no longer pulling back at all, just reaffirming his entire length again and again until he finally subsided. His face beat down at me, flushed and damp. Very slowly, he left me. He moved back and knelt before me as if waiting for further instruction.

"Mikey," I said. "That was really good."

"Did I hurt you?"

"No," I assured him. "You didn't hurt me at all."

"Do you need to use the bathroom now?"

"Yes," I said. I left him alone on the bed, where he lay back on a pillow, naked and still hard, hands behind his head.

I invited him to shower off with me. We grabbed at each other playfully as we soaped up, then stood close under the hot downpour. Mikey swayed with exhaustion. I don't think a word was shared between us after we brushed our teeth and slid together beneath the covers. He faced me and I faced him. Our hands landed upon one another's between us, amassing into a small pile. Mikey fell asleep immediately, and soon after, I followed.