A Man Among Boys

He eased his right middle finger into my swollen opening. I was loose and wet to the point where I could hear the path his finger made as he entered me. He cursed again, pushed deeper and then rotated his hand inside me. He touched a spot deep inside with his long finger, pressed it hard and then rubbed, making me cry out and throw my head back. Whatever that place was, it felt amazing, like he was pressing into my navel from the inside, but in a good way. I couldn't help but rock my hips in response, desperate to fuck whatever he was willing to give.

He stopped then, pulled his finger out of me and lowered his mouth once more. At the first touch of his hot tongue on my clit I nearly lost it, but he was so good. He knew just how much pressure to give to keep me from going over the edge. Though I was wet, I could still feel the wetness of his mouth, his heat as he gently suckled my clit. It was almost too much, almost painful, the sweet hot intensity of his mouth.

He licked and laved, dug his tongue up under my clit, propping it up in order to suckle it between his soft lips. His finger returned, found that spot and started to rub rhythmically while alternating the pressure of his lips and tongue. It was so intense, so much, and before I knew it I was cumming, hard and hot and fast against his face, my legs clamping down on his shoulders and my hips thrusting up uncontrollably. I heard my harsh cry, real, natural, free and guttural.

It was a fast, intense orgasm, one I hadn't had since I was younger and just learning about my body and how to deal with all the hormonal urges. It lasted no more than a minute or so, but I felt so weak, so languid after, like I'd run a mile. I couldn't get enough breath and sucked in huge amounts of air, my chest heaving.

He sat back on his heels, just watching me, his eyes taking in my flushed face and parted lips, my heaving breasts with their hard peaks, and my shaking limbs. When I sobered I found I could barely meet his eye.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" he smiled gently, not mocking, never mocking, just open, his face a wet mess with my juices.

"I came so quickly, without you." He smiled then, revealing his dimple, and then licked his lips. It was so erotic, watching him lick me off his lips.

"That's nothing to be sorry about, beautiful. That's kind of the point. I was trying to make you cum." Hot damn, my arousal was back just like that.

"Well, ok then." He stood up and started to sit beside me on the bed, but I held up my hand, suddenly seized with the desire to see him as vulnerable and open as I was.

"Wait, I want to see you. Undress for me." He smiled down at me, his face still so sweet, so gentle and sexy despite the hunger for his own climax I could see in his eyes.

Mat doffed his jacket and set it on my desk chair, then pulled his shirt up and over his head. He was the hairiest man I had ever seen in real life. Not like, insanely hairy, but in that he had actual chest hair that trailed down over his stomach and disappeared into the waist of his pants. All of the boys I had sex with in the past shaved their body hair or got it waxed, preferring smooth skin to tan and show off their

muscles. This was... male in every sense of the word. This was a man.

I couldn't wrench my gaze away from his hands and I'm sure he knew it, as he was still studying my face like he had been all night. He stroked his chest, stroked his hair, following its path down to his belt. I bit my lips and squirmed, suddenly desperate for him to reveal his cock despite the fact I had just cum. He unbuckled his pants, released the button closure, and then unzipped his pants slowly. I squirmed there on the edge of the bed, rubbing my thighs together and rolling my folds around in the process. My hands reached for my breasts, pitching and tugging at my nipples as I bit my lip in anticipation.

His boxer briefs were light blue, with a spot of moisture from precum over the top of his swollen glans visible beneath the thin cotton. I sucked in a breath as he reached for the hem of his boxer briefs, but released the breath in hungry frustration when he sank his hand beneath the cotton, stroking his length in a backhanded motion from root to tip.

"Is this what you want, Roxie, huh?" He smirked down at me, that deep dimple popping into existence.

"You want to see this cock?"

"Yes," I whimpered, tugging frantically at my breasts.

"Tell me, what do you want to see?"

"I want to see your cock," I rasped out. He smiled that full sexy smile then pulled the hem of his boxer briefs down under his balls, his other hand still hiding his cock from view. He watched my breath hitch, watched me panting furiously. "Fucking show me," I gasped and he sucked in his breath, his eyes roving over the deep flush of my cheeks, my breasts.

He pulled his hands away and there he was, hanging out in the V of his open fly and I came face to face with his swollen cock. It was substantial, bigger than average in my estimation, thick and straight with a big fat, ridged head on it. I couldn't help but imagine how that cock would feel inside me, how that big fat head would pull at my fleshy folds with each pass in and out of my pussy. I couldn't resist reaching out my hand to touch him.

I've touched other cocks of course, but this one was beautiful to me. Thick and hard and so straight with a round scrotum, and the hair was all clipped short down there so I could see all the intimate detail of his sack. His cock was soft and smooth to the touch, but hard, so hard. I wondered how it didn't hurt him getting so hard like that. When my clit got so hard sometimes from all the sex without climax and I had to touch it or die, it ached with sensitivity to the point I couldn't touch it. But here, with his hard cock in my hand, it was marvelous to me that he could stand even this amount of touch. I stroked him in my fist, looking up to watch his face. He bit his lip, looking down at me, but made not a sound, letting me do what I wanted. The only indication this did anything for him was that his breath kind of gasped with each stroke and he bit his lips.

"Do you like that?" I asked. He nodded.

"Hell yeah," he rasped out, his voice thick with lust.

"You're so fucking sexy," I said and I meant it, marveling, looking back at his gorgeous cock.

"Thank you, so are you" he ground out between his teeth. He was trying so hard to hold back for me, to let me do as I pleased, to please me. I felt special and treasured in that moment more than I had with any of the multiple bros that came before, even my high school boyfriend. I was so turned on by the thought alone, on top of all the other teasing and build up, that I wanted this man more than any other man I've ever wanted. A kind of surge went through me at the thought, a renewed confidence which strengthened my desire.

I released his cock and tugged at his pants, pulling them down his hips. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of them, leaving them where they lay. He joined me on the bed and pushed my shoulders back against the bedspread. He dug his fingers into my hair, pulling the hair tie holding the golden mass together until all the long strands were free. It felt so good when he smoothed the thick locks against the coverlet, digging in his fingers to release the snarls. It almost felt like he was brushing my hair and I felt tears, for some goddamn reason, sting the back of my eyes. Maybe it was because I felt treasured in the moment, cherished in a way, by this perfect stranger.

"You really are so lovely, Roxie. Beautiful hair, beautiful eyes and face, lush, squeezable breasts, and one of the prettiest pussies I've ever seen." I blushed and felt my breath hitch.

"I think you're hot too," was all I could think to say. He smiled down at me and leaned in, kissing me in a way that fanned the flame of my desire for him, making me feel hot and needy again. I tasted myself on his lips and felt a spike of arousal grip me down low. I still wanted him, but I didn't want to suck his cock and "return the favor" to get him off and out the door as I would have done in the past. I wanted to feel that cock inside my other mouth, feel it flush and deep. I wanted him to fill me up and stretch me out more than I've ever wanted anything in the world.

I turned and pushed him back against the bed. His eyes widened, but he didn't say anything this time to tease me, didn't demand to know what I wanted like he did before or fight back or take charge as a bro would have done. He just let me do what I wanted, whatever I wanted, as long as it pleased me.

I pulled on his arm, but when he didn't move (obviously I couldn't really pull his tall self around), I met his eye and kind of tipped my head to the head of the bed. He smiled in a self-satisfied way as if he was proud of the insatiable beast he had lured out of her shell and crawled across my small bed until his back was against the headboard, propped up by the pillows.

"Is this where you want me?" he asked, his voice deep and thick, husky with need but gently amused.

"Yes" I panted, "just like that." I rarely got to fuck this way, but it was my favorite. Being on top gave me a feeling of control that I rarely had in life. I could control everything, my pace, the motion, the friction. I loved it but rarely got to do it. I was always the dominated one, the topped, the used. Even when I was on top, the guy was flat on his back with his hands on my hips directing the pace and rhythm as he watched his cock appear and disappear from my pussy. Right now with this gorgeous stranger that dropped so serendipitously in my lap, I was going to be the user, the one in control, and use him just like the little fucktoy he wanted to be.

I stopped and pulled a condom from my nightstand, (I was horny, not stupid), and passed it to him. "Is this big enough?" He chuckled and took it from me.

"Yes, Roxie. You're so cute. I hope you don't ever believe a guy when they say it isn't big enough." I blushed.

"I know, it's just... your cock is so thick... I wondered if this time it might be true." He caught his breath at that, his eyes kind of tightened and his cock jumped involuntarily.

"It'll work," he rasped out. He started to open the wrapper, but I stopped him, suddenly feeling the urge to taste his cock, just once, just for me.

Sitting beside him, I bent my head and licked his glans, coaxing a shining drop from the tip. He tasted sweet and musky, deliciously male, so different from me. I heard him gasp softly above my head when I took him full in my mouth. He was so thick it was hard to fit him all in, but his cock was hard and stiff, easy to work him deep into my mouth. I sucked hard, reveling in my prowess as a female, my power over him in this moment. I made him feel like this, made his cock jump against my tongue, made his stomach quiver and his balls scrunch beneath my hand.

"If you... if you want to fuck me, I hate to stop you but, if you want to..." It was a delight to see him lose his grip on his immaculate control by playing with his body in the same way he'd played with me. I loved it, craved it, but I also wanted to ride him, desperate for the feel of him inside me.

I pulled away and he quickly rolled on the condom. Despite what he said, it did look tight. I suppose that's a good thing, but I hoped that he wasn't too uncomfortable sheathed in the tight latex. I slung my leg over his lap, straddling his waist on my knees, his cock poised directly below me. I reached down and gripped him in my fist, set his fat head at my tight opening still slick with my arousal. His hard heat seared me with even that simple touch, seemed to reach up to my wet heat. I was taking short little panting breaths, my pussy clenching and clutching above him in sharp little spasms, incredibly hungry now for what waited below.

When I looked down at him, I thought for sure he would be watching my pussy waiting to see the moment when his cock passed my lips and entered me for the first time. I was surprised and a little thrown off to find he was staring instead at my face so intently. Just taking me all in. I held his gaze, bit my lip and sank down on his thick cock, watching him just as he was watching me.

Oh the stretch! The pure agony and ecstasy of his fullness splitting me open. When I had finally taken him all in, I couldn't maintain eye contact anymore and had to throw my head back and arch into him, tilting my pelvis up ever so slightly to alleviate the pressure as he bottomed out inside me.

When my body finally settled, I was able to bring my head back forward and catch my breath. I was eye to eye with him, sitting on his cock, not moving just adapting to his width, his length. We stared at each other breathing hard, his hands on my hips, mine on his chest, buried in the soft springy hair there.

I started to rock slowly, riding his cock in a rhythm I found for myself. I arched forward, pushed my hips back, clutched his hips with my knees. I threw my arms over his shoulders and pulled his face to mine, kissing him deeply while I slowly rolled my hips back and forth. He kissed me back, taking everything I had to give willingly while his hands caressed my back, my hips, my softly swinging breasts.

In this position, my pussy was literally split open, exposing my hard, sensitive clit and with each forward press, my hips brought my clit into a grinding contact with his pelvic bone at the base of his cock, spurring me on and making me increase the pace. I marveled at how he hadn't forced me even now, forced me into a rhythm that would be more pleasurable for him. I knew this must be torture, but I was exalting in the pleasure I was finding, rocking back and forth. His cock pressed and rubbed at that spot inside when I pushed my hips back, keeping up the constant stream of pleasure... first the press and rub of my clit, then the press and rub of his cock on that spot inside.

"Do you like this," I panted in the small space between us.

"Fuck yes, Roxie, your hot little pussy feels so good. Do you like this? Are you going to cum on my cock?" I just nodded my head, unable to speak. His voice was deep and rich, pulling at me and strengthening my lust for him.

I started grinding faster, increasing that pleasure, my head thrown back, my back arched. Soft insistent cries were escaping unheeded, and uncontrolled. He was tensing, his breath coming faster now. I felt powerful in the knowledge that I was going to make him cum with my body, with my rhythm, with my pleasure.

"Yes, sweet, beautiful Roxie, cum for me, use me, yes, fuck." He cursed harsh and low, gripping my thighs, not to stop me or inhibit my rhythm but simply to hold on while I used him.

I fucked myself with his cock in earnest, focusing on those two hot spots inside and out, riding him, grinding on his cock. His head was thrown back now, his eyes half closed, fixated on my face, his hips thrusting in time with my rhythm. The spikes of pleasure started to build low, deep, rich. I felt it deep inside, a rolling spasm, and then I was cumming, my pussy filled with seemingly hundreds of little aching spasms, my clit jumping against him. I clutched him to me, crying out deeply, harshly at the strength of my orgasm. His answering grunt met my ears and I felt his cock swell and flex inside me, once, twice, three and four times, as he came.

We held each other, breathing in the moment. That was the most intense orgasm I have ever had in my entire life, and I gave it to myself riding his beautiful cock. I felt empowered, free, joyful. Tears, unbidden but not entirely unwelcome stung the back of my eyes and I sniffled. I kissed him, pouring my feelings as best I could into my kiss, thanking him. He seemed to know almost as if he could read my thoughts.

"It's ok, Roxie. You're ok, right?" I nodded my head. I was so much more than ok. I was free. I would be forever grateful to him for helping me realize who I was and what I wanted. I didn't want bros who selfishly took what they needed from me and went to sleep or left never without a backward glance, using me like a toy. I wanted to take pleasure as well as give it.

"Thank you," I whispered tremulously into his neck.

"Hey, hey, it's ok. We're all right. Oh, sweet girl, you're ok."

"It's just..." I sniffled, feeling foolish now crying into this stranger's neck, a ridiculous thought given I'd just fucked him. "That was the best orgasm I've ever had in my life."

"Really?" He smiled, stroked my hair, his hands and voice gentle. I could still feel him inside me, softening, but still that hard presence. "I'm so glad."

"I didn't know it could be like that."

"Like what?"

"So... I dunno, freeing?"

"That's not the first time you've had sex, right?"

"No, no.... It's just the first time that I did it for me, in the way I wanted to, I guess." He nodded his head.

"You are so sweet." he kissed my temple and squeezed me. "I'm so glad I could be here for you. Definitely the right time, right place." I giggled.

"You have no idea. I almost didn't make it to the club tonight. My friend Dee dragged me there."

"I'm very glad she did." We sat there in companionable silence, his cock still resolutely inside me. He made no effort to get up, no indication that he wanted me to get off him or was uncomfortable in any way. He simply stroked my hair, my back, my buttocks and thighs. After a few minutes though, I started to feel him stiffen once more, filling me up.

"Mat, I think I want something"

"Mmmm... what do you want beautiful," he murmured. I pulled back, rocking my hips and sending a little spike of pleasure through me. He smiled indulgently at me and I stuck my finger in the deep dimple of his cheek.

"I want to fuck you again."

We spent the rest of the night fucking like rabbits. I sucked his cock because I wanted to, because it turned me on to kneel before him and watch the play of emotions across his face, make him draw in his breath with each pass of my tongue. I took him from behind, begging him to fuck me hard and fast, just pound my stretched, sensitive pussy while I used my fingers on my clit and came around his dick. And the last time, he covered me. Fucking me deep and slow just like I wanted, using his hands to tease and caress me all over - my breasts, my face, my stomach, my clit. It was sweet and delicious.

We exchanged contact information, but it was more out of politeness than anything else. He didn't live in California and once he attended his brother's wedding tomorrow, that was it, he was flying back home. I knew that tonight would always be just this one special night for us. But then again, there are planes and trains that might take me to his neck of the woods someday, who knows.

All I do know is that I will be forever grateful for this sweet, strong, man who let me take the lead for once allowing me to discover myself and the joys of my womanhood. I was done with bros, done with the whole club scene much to Dee's dismay. I knew who I was now and what I wanted, and it wasn't that.

Thank you sweet, sexy Mat.