Hayden grinned as he looked at the floor. Levi’s hands had become so nervous and shaky—not at all the confident senior jock he was at school.
"Like this?" he heard Levi whisper.
"Yeah … yeah, you’re doing good, man." What did Hayden know about doing it well or doing it poorly? He gripped his hands into tight fists. The truth was he had no idea yet—he was as man-virgin as Levi.
And the real truth was that he didn’t care. To be this close to Levi, to be as close as hand-on-ass, to be as vulnerable as admitting that they had no clue what they were doing—it was an intimacy for which Hayden had longed ever since he laid eye son Levi.
And now it was happening.
He felt the cock head press … press … presssssss—
"OH!" Hayden gasped, his feet scrambling a bit against the carpet.
Levi panicked. ”What?” he croaked.
Hayden’s face turned red; he squeezed his ass—hard—and tried to hold himself up. How could something so small feel so big?
"You okay? YOU OKAY?" Levi rasped more loudly.
Hayden gasped, then caught his breath.
"Yeah, I’m—" He gasped again.
"EHN? EHN?" Levi whimpered, then wailed: "AM I DOING IT WRONG?"
Hayden couldn’t help it: never, ever, had he heard Levi so beyond himself. Levi, who slumped in his desk in algebra and looked cool; Levi, who only raised his voice to encourage his teammates, and otherwise muttered; Levi, who never broke a smile in the hallway, but kept that broody, manly, game-face—that Levi, who had surely fucked more than one cheerleader, now squawking “AM I DOING IT WRONG?”
Hayden burst out laughing and slumped onto the footrest.
For a moment, he felt the cockhead jiggling in his ass as the laughter quaked his body. Then the cockhead slipped out with another “pop”.
"Whatever, man," Levi mumbled. Hayden heard him stand and pull off the condom. Hayden snapped his head around, sobering quickly.
"Dude, no—I’m sorry. I wasn’t laughing at you." Well, sorta.
Levi stood red, shamefaced, embarrassed, his body—that hot body!—still naked, but defeated, shoulders hanging, his cock still hard, but sinking … .
Hayden sat up in a flash.
"Dude." He closed his eyes. He had to do this right. "I was laughing at both of us … it’s … my first time, too."
Levi scowled. ”You’re just saying that.” He turned and grabbed his t-shirt.
"No! No, I’m not—what? You think gay guys have fucked more than you have?"
Levi shrugged, looking mopey, and pulled on his shirt.
Hayden grimaced. He’d always suspected that jocks were insecure, but had no idea. Do it right.
Desperate, he reached out, and gently cupped Levi’s cock. ”Dude.” He took a chance: “Babe.”
Levi’s mouth twisted into an incredulous frown—maybe “babe” was too much—but he paused and looked at Hayden, reaching down to grip Hayden’s hand slightly.
Hayden suddenly felt like the Jock Whisperer. ”Your fucking was great. I mean—what do I know? But I liked it … I liked it … in me.” He smiled, rubbed the balls as lovingly as he could.
Levi twisted on his feet, chuckled, gripped Hayden’s hand tighter. ”Stop it.”
Hayden’s smile broadened. ”No … I like rubbing it.”
Levi giggled, wrestled with Hayden’s hand, hopped from foot to foot. ”Stoppp it!”
Levi, adorable? Levi, cute?
Hayden let go, relaxing. ”The only reason I laughed—” He sighed. Just tell the truth ”—I laughed because you sounded funny.”
Levi, now gripping himself protectively and (probably unconsciously) fondling his balls, looked at him suspiciously.
Hayden pulled a face and threw his hands in the air, “AM I DOING IT WRONG? AM I DOING IT WRONG?” he yelped.
Levi paused; then his shoulders convulsed; he covered his mouth.
He was laughing.
"I’m such a fuck in bed," he spluttered.
It was like meeting the guy again for the first time.
We wear so much fucking armor, Hayden mused.
"I think that’s the point," Hayden teased. He reached out, gripped the Cock again, tug-tug-tugged Levi closer. "Take off your shirt, jock-boy."
And took his shirt back off.
In a few moments, Hayden’s feet again scrambled against the carpet. But they held on.
They held on tight.