Sweaty Bodies Everywhere

First time's the charm

Sweat pooled on my forehead, making my brown fringe stick to it. My breathing was forced, making the buzz in my head worse. But I liked it. It was a good buzz. Like when you smile too much. Or, in my case, when you finally tell the love of your life that you can't live without him. And he feels the same.
So, here's the thing: I'm not one to talk about my sexual experiences (unless they're awkward and weird and slightly appropriate. And I only tell the people on the Internet.) but this one? It's. Insane. Mate.
We were just walking around London, as we do normally. Or not. We're not the most fit people in the world, but we do walk a lot. That's due to the fact that Phil can't drive very well and I'll get distracted and aggravated. Anyways, we were walking home, all tired and hungry, when Phil had the great idea to make it a game. Whoever can run home the fastest (with our heavy bags, which is a horrible idea) wins.
Naturally, my first thought is "Deal!" But I wanted a prize, because why do something if you're not getting anything out of it? Phil laughs and says the winner gets to choose. That's great. So he starts running and I laugh and try to follow him.
I'm distracted by his body though. Lean legs, long torso, muscular arms, dark hair, light skin. He should honestly be a model.
I tried to ignore my obvious erection (I am a man, leave me alone). I ended up winning, which was great.
"What do you want?" Phil asked me breathlessly. I couldn't stop my mouth from saying "Wear your glasses while we have sex!" He looked confused, and I was pretty sure Satan himself was laughing uncontrollably in the deep pits of hell where I belong for even thinking that. He blinked at me, still really confused.
We've been dating for a while, but we've never even thought about having sex. It's always been blow jobs (which Phil is a fucking master at, bless his mouth) and hand jobs (I love seeing Phil unravel under my touch). But sex? Out of the question. Plus, with glasses on?
He agreed though, which made my face as red as hell (Thanks Satan...). We ran up the stairs. (I wasn't eager at all. Nope.)
Once we got to the apartment, Phil dropped everything and turned to me, kissing me really hard. You know in the books when a character gets the wind blown out of their lungs from falling so hard? Yeah, that's what happened. My lungs were screaming for air but my lips were begging for more. He did pull away finally, lips all puffy and red raw. Shit, mate, it was so hot.
He lead me to the bedroom (his, because mine was a wreck) and I was in heaven.
His lips roamed around my whole body. Neck, nipples, my thighs, my happy trail. It was torture but I loved it. And he seemed to enjoy it too. His underwear was tented and at that moment I had to go and ask the stupidest question.
"So, how exactly are we doing this? Which one of us is willing to bottom?" His face went really red and I kind of wanted to take the question back. I looked down at his crotch (shut up) and Damn I wanted that inside me. Now.
I've never had those cravings. But at that moment it just came to me. So hell yeah I told him. He went and put on his glasses then came back with a bottle of lube and a sexy smirk on his lips.
He spent a good fifteen minutes trying to stretch me out (I only came once! And then I got hard again...) which I found excessive. He already had three fingers deep in my ass, running them over my prostate violently.
I screamed when he first hit it. It was the best feeling in the world. And then he wouldn't stop. I was squirming and sweating already and I think at some point I completely broke and just came everywhere. I faintly remember Phil licking it up, which was the hottest thing I've ever seen. Then he sucked me until I got hard in his mouth again, and I almost came again. I mean, Phil's pink, puffy lips wrapped around my cock and sucking like he needed my cum? That's an image.
Once he decided I was good, (which I was, like five minutes prior to that) he got a condom and went inside me.
And I lost it. I was moaning and screaming and I almost cried at some point. He was gentle. At first. Once I got the hang of things and started pushing up against him, he started going in. I mean, it was insane. After a good five minutes of endless pounding, I came. He came right after me, probably because I clenched around him. And shit, that felt amazing.
So here I am, cuddling with my best friend turned boyfriend after his dick was inside my ass. And I love it.