RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

I grin at his nervousness, how he's blushing so much and his eyes are wide with fear. He doesn't know he to answer me. I know he wants it, because he'd be moving as far away from me as possible, not edging a little closer each time he stammers without even knowing it.

"No. I'm not kidding," I can hear him squeak and it just makes me smile more.

I take his hand which is edging slowly towards me, I lace his fingers with my own before slipping his hand down my tight pants. I grin at the look on his frightened yet satisfied face before leaning closer to his ear and whispering.

"Take me."

I help him pull off my jeans by lifting my hips. I watch as he silently manoeuvres me out of my jeans and drop them to the floor. My boxers following shortly after.

"Mmm, Matt, you have such nice hands, all big and rough," I muse dreamily to myself as his hand takes it's place wrapped around my dick again.

The feeling is so much more different to Chris's hand, his hands are manicured, small, soft and silky, which is nice. But Matt's hand is calloused, rough, strong and really big.

I groan and let my head rest on his shoulder as he lets the pad of his thumb roll over the head of my very swollen cock.

"Ooh baby,"

I nod and sigh dreamily as I do as he says.

"OK Mattie," I say in barely a breath as I lay on my back for him.

"What are you planning Babe?" I ask him as I open my eyes a little to look at him peering over me. I look at his lips, those lips that stretch so well into a great smile with that ring through his bottom lip. I bet that'd feel so amazing around my dick.

I let my eyes flutter open and flutter my eyelashes at him. He looks so much better all flushed and when he's taking control.

"OK," I say as I watch him.

I am really liking this, when he's taking control of me and telling me what to do. I haven't had this before. Chris always took control and just does what he wants to get me or him off, but I could easily tell him to fuck off if I didn't want this. I know it's probably the same with Matt, but somethings telling me that he'd snap me in half if I told him no. And I love that idea.

I open my eyes as I feel his fingers pushing inside me.

"My God, this f-feels so gooood," I whimper as he hooks his finger up inside me, pressing at my inner walls. It feels sort of uncomfortable, but the idea and anticipation of what is to come is making it feel really nice.

"Matt...d-deeper?" I ask him as he carries on pleasuring me so much. He said that he didn't have any experience of this. But why is he so good at this?

Suddenly I feel his finger press right into that spot inside me, I always knew it existed but I've never being able to get to it. I moan loudly and arch my back off the back, mine and Matt's hard cocks rubbing together as I do so.

"Ff-u-uck..."

"Yes more, don't stop, please," I call out right off the bat as I feel his fingers press harshly into that spot again.

"Fuuuuuu-ck," I groan as I throw my head back, tensing my muscles around his fingers to keep him in place. I thrust my hips up into his, loving the friction of the two of us pressed together.

This is the most intense feeling I have ever felt.

I groan and quiver as I feel the double whammy of pleasure again. My hands find their way to his shoulders where I dig my nails in, my toes curling in insane pleasure. It's only after I've experienced this totally amazing shock-wave that I realised what he has said.

What? He thinks I want to go all the way. Since when? I thought he meant more fingers! Ooh crap.

"N-No. I'm not ready, I-" I feel another shock-wave of pleasure go through me but I try to ignore it as I just look up at Matt.

"Not sex. Not yet, please," I say, hoping I haven't hurt him, but the fact of the matter is I am just not ready to go all the way yet. Foolin around is fine, but sex is... intimate.

"I'm sorry."

"Glad you like what you see," I laugh a little before looking up at him. But a sudden thrust into my prostate stops that laughter and just makes me emit moans to wake the dead.

I writhe under him more, knowing that my end is soon near. I let one of my hands snake down from his shoulders to his back, to my prize. I'm not even thinking straight as I don't even prepare him, I just thrust two fingers blindly into him. As I do this, he angled his own fingers deep into my prostate causing me to match his toe curling scream.

We both arch up together, frozen in the moment. Own arousals flush together, our chests pressed tightly, own faces mere centimetres apart, our lips hung low, dripping with lust. I look up into his eyes and I can't help my next action, I lean forward and I kiss him. A kiss with all teeth, tongues and that God-for-Saken lip ring.

I groan back into his mouth as he hits a perfect angle into my spot and I know now I am going to be coming anytime soon. I break the kiss quickly to inform him of this.

"Matt, so, close," I breath out, before resting my head back and pushing my hips up with my little obscenities leaving my lips as I ride myself to orgasm, pushing myself further into Matt's finger and humping myself against his own aching hard. Moaning all the while.

[[Except he's not. ]]

"Oh my FUCKIN' God Matt!" I cry out, my hips bucking blindly into his as I push harder at the spot inside him. I feel my release all but smack me right between the eyes.

I climax in jolts of pleasure with one last buck of my hips, my back arched up almost painfully as I hold onto Matt's ass for support.

"Jesus," I whimper as I close my eyes and collapse onto the bed with a thump.

"Fuck," I breath out as I pant, trying to get my breath back from that intense orgasm.

I turn my head, looking sidelong over at Matt.

"Dude, you're an animal," I laugh, "Where did that come from?" I ask him.

That really was odd. He went from a babbling mess who was always changing conversations and blushing at the word penis to an animal fingering me, humping me and moaning my name like he'd never be able to do it again.

"Well, you were great regardless, first time or not," I smile at him before stretching my limbs and getting ready to sit up from Chris's bed. Hell, he'd kill me he knew me and Matt had done this on his bed.

"Haha, Chris is going to kill me," I laugh as I spot a stain from either Matt or myself on the red sheets.

I look back at Matt and shrug with laughter before getting up from the bed and grabbing a box of tissues to clean myself off.

"Need some?" I ask with a smirk as I notice the essence splattered and smeared across his chest.

"Ewww, Matt juice," I joke as I finish cleaning off my stomach and throwing the tissue into the bin along with Matt's.

I look up at Matt again smiling to see him putting his clothes on pretty quickly.

"Want to make a quick escape or something?" I say with a slight laugh.

For some reason I can't help but feel a little disappointed. I thought he'd be the kind that's want to have a talk and maybe even a cuddle afterwards. I guess I was wrong then.