Young Blood

Chapter Eight

 I can’t begin to describe the chills and little prickles of excitement I got when I walked hand in hand with Ritchie to the restroom. Thankfully, no one else was around, and we could hold hands without fear of someone else seeing. The bathroom was one-person, so we had to make sure no one else saw us going in together. We rushed into the bathroom, walking quickly because we simply couldn’t keep our hands off of each other.

  Locking the door behind us, Ritchie shoved me against the wall and began kissing along my neck, sucking and leaving little bites along the way. I couldn’t help but moan softly, as such an intense feeling had never been given to me before. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer. Our lips connected once more, and at that very moment, I felt I had never wanted anyone more than I wanted Ritchie. He was perfect, kissing me so tenderly amongst our swirl of sexual desire. I wanted him to take me right then, right there.

  “Ritchie,” I whispered into his ear. I could tell he was a little taken aback at my whispering, because he shivered a little bit before looking me dead in the eyes.

  “Yes?” God, his voice was so sexy. Just hearing him speak was an extreme turn-on to me. 

  “Take me.”

  He chuckled. “You didn’t think we were coming in here just to make out, did you?”

  I laughed back. “Aha, no. But I just want to let you know that I want you now and I’m ready for it.”

  “Well that’s good to know.”

  He kissed me on the lips again, practically his entire body weight shoving me against the wall. I didn’t mind the force of his weight, because just being with him solved all my troubles. There was no way pain could even think of occurring when I was with Ritchie.

  His hands fumbled to reach the buttons on my- er, Paul’s shirt. Once he had unbuttoned them all, the ripped the shirt off of me, along with the jacket on top of it. I stood there, shirtless and before him, and he smiled before diving in for yet another passionate kiss. My hands curiously reached out to his own shirt, tugging at it and signaling that I wanted him to take it off.

  He bit his lip in a very sexy manner and ripped the shirt off over his head. He threw it to the floor, and it was added to the big mess of clothes we had already created. I tugged at his belt, and he let that, along with his pants, hit the floor as well. Now, all that was left were my pants. Those soon came tumbling down as well, along with both of our underwear.

  We stood there, naked before each other, enjoying the sight. Ritchie was such a beautiful man, especially when he was in the nude. I never realized how perfect another man could be until I caught sight of him. His body was nicely toned. He didn’t have muscles disgustingly popping out at the seams, and yet he didn’t have a belly that was abnormally sized. He was right in the middle. His hair was silky and chocolatey brown, just the perfect color to match his bright, blue eyes. Although his nose stuck out a bit, it suited him perfectly. Everything about him was breathtaking, and I’m sure he felt the same way about me as we stood there, staring at each other’s flawless bodies.

  He approached me slowly, and soon we weren’t even an inch apart. His hands grabbed my waist, his fingers tracing tiny circles along my inner thigh. I gasped at the wonderful feeling, forgetting how good it felt to be touched like that. He leaned in and whispered in my ear a string of words that instantly made my cock perk up and my body beg for entry. “I want you, George. And I’m going to have you.”

  I relaxed my shoulders, closing my eyes as his lips fell upon mine once more. He then pulled away, his body stepping back for a moment as he stared at me again. He stroked his cock a few times with some creamy lube that I hadn’t seen him take out of his pocket, and then he positioned himself for entry.