Nothing Above You

Seven

Enzo Marcelo

I need to stop. What am I doing?

I leave his house in a hurry. I can't let him see what he has done to me. Fuck.

I sit in the car not giving anybody a chance to look at me. A thirty-three year old, getting excited just by seeing a 10 year old younger male in a pool. How pathetic.

I had not expect to see him half naked. The moment I walked in and saw him, I felt the heat come to my body. My lower body feeling tingles. The water drops that slid down his perfect skin, I wanted to lick every bit of that. When I saw him last night in the suit, I knew he had a nice body but now that I was actually looking at it, I wanted to believe that he was real.

When he walked out of the pool, I felt my breath getting stuck somewhere in my throat. His light muscles on his tiny waist, his light abs, and his v line that stood out when his shorts moved down.

Thank you for the perfect timing.

He had the perfect skin tone that shone in the sunlight, some parts of his skin had redness from the summer heat. His green eyes looked at me with so much desire.

The way his eyes looked at me, his wet hair, his wet face, his wet lips, his wet body. I wanted to kiss those beautiful moles on his face, kiss his lips, kiss his chest, marking them mine.

As I looked at Mateo, my gaze went lower and lower, studying every face features, his neck. Oh, how I would love to wrap my hands around it.

My eyes moved lower studying his visible, light abs on his abdomen and then his v line that went perfectly under his shorts. I stop when my eyes reached the hem of his black shorts.

Don't.

I inhale deeply before closing my eyes and trying to control myself. I look up again at his face and his lips are slightly apart as he looks at me. Can I get a little taste? I push my tongue against my cheek and lick my lips to relax myself a little but it isn't helping. At all.

I wanted to make him more wet for me. I wanted him wet for me. I wanted to make the thing between his legs cry for me.

These lewd thoughts were not leaving my mind when I was looking at him. All I wanted was to kiss him and make him beg for me. I wanted to leave pink marks all over his body, every single place where the water drops were falling off.

I wanted to touch him, hold him, feel him.

Fuck . I'm hard.

How could I feel so much desire and need for someone who has not even tried a single move on me. Just simple eye contacts and my body is urging for him. The power his eye contacts have on me is undeniable. My dick wakes up every time he looks at me.

I have slept with many people and never experienced something like this. Something this strong. Something this deep.

Once we arrive home, I go and walk to my room in emergency. It's hurting to be even wearing any clothes right now. I take my coat off on my way.

Think. Think about something else.

I throw the coat on the bed and look at it for a moment. I cover my eyes with both hands as I sigh deeply in my hands. I stride in my room trying to calm myself.