Failing Upward

Chapter 8 (part 2): In a Grain of Sand

Sherlock's eyes never wavered from my hands as I unbuttoned the last few, exposing his creamy white belly scattered with a few freckles. I had his shirt off, and he quickly whipped my shirt over my head and threw it unceremoniously onto the floor.

With exaggerated motions, I unbuttoned my jeans. I hesitated at each rivet and rubbed my cock, tormenting him a bit.

"Lucky hand," Sherlock sighed, rubbing his own crotch in return. I kicked my jeans off the bed and knelt on the bed. I reached into my boxers, pulled out my cock and stroked, taunting him more.

"Beautiful. So, beautiful," Sherlock said, helping me slide my boxers off my hips. "You were pretty vocal the other night. But I think when your big cock's inside my tight ass you'll yell much louder."

I moaned and nodded.

My boxers flew off next, landing at the foot of the bed.

He gave me show, slowly unzipping his own jeans. He has a beautiful body. White, creamy, not muscular but not overly thin. Perfect musculature, defined and taut and sensuous. Like an ancient marble statue come to life. Those tiny freckles that some might think as imperfections only served to accentuate his milky, rich complexion. He dramatically undid his jeans and stripped them off. He has on bikini briefs--red ones. His hard cock poked out of the top, and I could see its moistened tip. My heart pounded in my chest as he pulled off his briefs. His cock popped straight out like a gift, glistening.

I knew he was big, but shit. I mean, he's not monstrous but looking at his cock--it was long and hard and tapered, and sweet god, a bit longer than I'd expected. I was definitely thicker, but he was a bit longer than me. I knew I was pretty well endowed, but...I thought about what it would be like for him to fuck me.

"Relax," he whispered in my ear. "I won't do anything that you don't want me to do. I'd rather you fuck me. I need to feel your beautiful, thick cock shoved inside me. I'm not going to pretend that I'm experienced when it comes to this, but I know how to make you feel good." He laid his hand on my belly and massaged it.

"So, what do you want me to do, umm, besides try to relax, which by the way is impossible," I said.

"I want you to tell me what you want."

I'd thought about this a lot. I wanted to know what it was like inside him. "I want to fuck you."

His hands had rested quietly on his thighs as he'd sat next to me on the bed, but now I swear, the way those long fingers grasped and clawed the sheets as he heard me tell him how I wanted him was so, so hot.

He nodded for me to move between his legs, but I kissed him first. God those lips were sin, and I was the worst of all the sinners. He opened his mouth and moaned as I pressed my chest to his and our cocks slid next to each other.

"So perfect," I said.

"I'll spread my legs a bit more," he said, after composing himself. His long legs splayed out wider. I kissed him hard as he did. When my lips left his, he bit out a disappointed groan as I positioned myself and sat up on my knees between his thighs.

He pulled his legs up a bit, bent at the knees. I helped myself to his lube next to the pillow by his head. I had an idea what to do. I'd seen a bit of gay porn before and smeared the lube on my fingers and thumb. Sherlock eyes rolled back.

"John," he said, voice deep yet unsteady, "use those doctor's fingers and play with the outside of my anus."

I did.

"Fuck. God, yes! that feels...oh!" he said, squirming around, repressing a yell. I wanted him to cry out, but not yet. Besides, I wasn't sure how much Mrs. Hudson could hear--although most likely she had her ear to the wall anyway.