Started As A Joke

Lake-side Cabin

-Marcel POV-

Lou takes my hand and we leave prom early. We get in his car and he tells me that he is taking me to a surprise that I will never forget about.

We had been traveling for approximately 3 hours and then we come across a tiny lake-side cabin. He takes me inside where there are lit candles and rose peddles scattered across the floor.

Lou pushes me to the wall. He smiles against my face and I feel his teeth graze my cheek. And his hand keeps pushing and the tightness coils. I'm breathing heavily, like I've been running, and I want to run. Want to be anywhere but here, and here is where I want to be.

"I knew you couldn't resist me." Hot breath in my ear. I move my hand to his crotch.

Against my hand, I feel his hardness. Foreign yet familiar. I can do this. I've got one too. I know what to do with it. It's only a penis after all. So I flick open the button and unzip his fly.

"Gunning for a some action already." he says.

"Shut up. I can't do this if you keep talking," I say. Although my stomach twists, I kiss him. Full on the mouth. I kiss him and I love it.

It's easier than I thought. Not that different. Actually quite good. He pushes against my crotch in time to the thrusts of his tongue and I feel the zip press into my hardness. I didn't think I would, but I groan into his mouth and push back against him. It's not that difficult after all, and I reach down and free him from his constraints. He even sighs.

I put my hand on it. Grip it like a hammer, but I'm not really sure what to do. It feels hot and big. And this is too big for me and I'm not sure if I can do it. Whatever it involves.

He moves his mouth away from mine and I pine at the loss. "Come on Marcel. It's a bit late to be a tease," he says. He looks a bit annoyed.

"I wasn't," I say and I experimentally squeeze and pull. It feels awkward and rough and I have no rhythm.

"Let me show you." he says, voice soft. He puts his hand over mine and we're rubbing together. Feeling his rough fingers squeezing around mine. Feeling his cock throb back in response. He's looking down watching what we're doing. A little smile on his lips. He moves my palm over his tip and there's wetness. I can almost smell the sea.

And we're rubbing harder and faster and little groans are coming from his mouth. Deep noises. Too deep. Not what I'm used to. And I watch too. Watch his hand over mine. Watch what I'm doing. Watch his face; see how his tongue is poking out of his open mouth, just softly, just a bit. I want to kiss him again, but I don't want to upset this, don't what to stop this. And he's silky and hard, and harder still, and it throbs. I throb in response, but he's not touching me anymore. We're both just focusing on him. Watching that strange growing animal. Watching what we can make it do.

Then he stops my hand and pulls it away. Why?

He pulls his trousers down and slips them off. I find myself looking at his legs. Looking at those muscles. Like I've never seen a man's legs before. I've certainly not felt this way about a man's legs before. Because I'm fascinated with the curve of muscle. I don't know why I want to touch. Feel the course hairs on his thighs.

And I'm so distracted that I don't notice at first that he's taken my hand until I feel the cold. I start at the sensation. Cold gel coating my hand and his, slimy fingers pushing together.

"You're going to like this." he says and turns around leaning one arm against the wall, round buttocks poking out beneath his shirt.

He reaches back and takes my hand. It's shaking. "Steady now." he says and pushes my hand between his downy cheeks.

The urge to pull away is strong and I have to force myself to follow his lead. Feel his fingers guiding mine, feel that wrinkled opening. When he groans I almost scream.

"That's right," he says and he pushes my finger in. His finger and mine into the tight warmth. "Yes Marcel, that's right." he says again. He twitches against my hand and he pushes me in further.

My throat feels tight and I want to pull away.

I look at our hands. I'm fascinated, disgusted and purely horny. He curls my fingers forwards and moans. "That's the spot," he says thrusting against my fingers "Remember that spot."

Then he pulls me out, pushes his arse towards me and I realise what he wants me to do. "While I'm ready Ianto. Cover yourself with this," he says handing me a tube.

He's only touched me once, an age ago, but I'm so hard that I moan when I set the bird free.

I follow his instructions and he lines me up against him. I'm standing  still, anf he pushes back.

God it's so hot and so tight and I'm thrilled. I push forward in a rush, release the animal. "Slowly." he says, but I can't and I'm thrusting and pushing, wildly, erratically. He grunts and arches forwards.

"Control love." he says "Remember the spot." He reaches back around my ass and he's guiding me, like he guided my hand on his dick, in his hole. Guiding the child into adulthood.

It feels so good, so hot, and so tight. I get the rhythm, feel his beat, sing his song, in and out, and out and in. Moaning, groaning, panting. It's so magical, so raw, muscle against muscle.

He looks back and grins at me. "Having fun get?" I close my eyes, and close my ears, and pump and thrust.

I'm coiling, unravelling, nearing. Like an oncoming train and it's not going to stop. Rattling down the tracks, relentless, inevitable, inescapable.

But sensation isn't over as he pulls my hand around him and against his dick, rubbing and squeezing in time to the music. I feel him throb and burst and he pulls tight around me. Tighter than I think is possible and I feel myself screaming and shooting, deep inside, hidden. Lights dance in my vision and I pull back and stagger to the floor.

I see my cum leak from his hole, before he turns around and covers those lovely legs with his trousers.

He is grinning and panting, looking at me with those cool blue eyes. He holds out a hand and pulls me to my feet.

"Best prom ever!" he says placing me back in my trousers and closing my fly. I'm dazed and bewildered, and calmer than I've been for months. "Definitely doing this again, love," Lou said