Sex stories

Our secret

*Authors note: Before you read this, this is a gay sex story. I don't want any hate, don't like it well... fuck off anyways i hope you like it. This is part one I'll write part two either tomorrow or next week. Also, fun fact, one of these names is my boyfriend's and he's also the one who suggested the idea.

I was on my way to my best friends house. Lately, I haven't been able to stop thinking about him. Unfortunately, it isn't acceptable in our time.

I knocked on his door and Oliver opened the door, smiling widely.

"Eli! I didn't know you were coming."

Oliver ran into my arms hugging me.

"Hey, Oli, I missed you."

I replied, hugging him back, ruffling his soft, blonde hair. Oliver giggled, smiling up at me.

We walked into his house and Oliver went to go take a shower. I followed him to his bedroom and couldn't help myself, but to have a peak at his bubbly ass. I bit my lip as I imagined all the things I could do to him. Oliver is already so unknowingly submissive and fuck the things I'd do to ruin that innocence.

I battled with myself, wondering if it was worth it or not to go in there and show him the mind-blowing pleasure I've experienced. Fuck it, I decided, I got undressed and walked into the back of his shower. He was washing his hair calmly. I wrapped my arms around his waist. Oliver immediately jumped and turned around, squealing.

"Eli! You can't be in here I'm naked!"

Oliver said covering his bits. I chuckled at the blush on his cheeks. I took a step closer towards him, stepping in his personal space.

"I know, that's the point."

I winked. I got my face really close to his, holding back from just turning him around and slamming into him. I looked at the green specks in his blue eyes. The splash of freckles over his nose. His soft, plump lips. I dragged my thumb across his lower lip slowly.

Oliver stared deeply into my eyes, his shining with innocence and deep, hidden lust.

"Don't lie to me, you like that I came in here exposing you, you love the lust that you can see in my eyes, you love feeling my hard, dripping cock on your leg, yet you refuse to look. Why, scared you'll like what you see? That you'll like what you always have? You refuse it, because its the 50's. Well, fuck it, let's do us, do what we want, what makes us feel good."

I ranted, sliding my hands down his body, watching his eyes dilate with lust at my speech. I could feel his cock standing up against my thigh. Oliver's breathing was heavy as he was consumed with need.

"W-where did this come from?"

Oliver panted out.

"All I've been able to do is think about you lately, your perfect ass, your sweet lips, your gorgeous body, the way you'd look with my cock in your mouth."

I whispered in his ear. I kissed his jaw, traveling down to his neck, leaving wet, warm kisses. Trailing up and down his neck, I nibbled on his earlobe. Oliver let out a moan and unconsciously started grinding his dick on my thigh.

I kissed down to his collarbones, to his nipples. I looked at him for confirmation, he nodded, breathing heavily. I swirled my tongue around his nipples, flicking them with tongue.

"Oh, God, Eli."

Oliver let out the sweetest moans at the tingles of me licking his nipples. I couldn't control myself any longer. I slid to my knees, his hard cock, straining, standing in the air.