1 July 2011

Kindness

Chapter 8

With patience and skill, Ono soon had a completely naked Chikage to swoon over. Such a gorgeous body! And so very humble about it. "I knew you'd be delicious, Chikage-san, but I didn't know you'd be this delicious!" He pressed his hands together and debated what to nibble on first. The stiffening cock was certainly the most obviously tempting, but he wanted to explore every inch of the man.

Chikage bit his lip. Ono-san was acting as if he didn't see the big dark oval on his calf, where he'd burned himself getting off the back of Tachibana-san's motorcycle as a teen, or the scar tissue below each knee from banging his shins into things. It was only because his head was so hard, said the young master, that he didn't have equal scarring on his forehead from bumping into low doorways. He felt his erection wilt and sighed sadly.

"What is it, my beautiful lover?" Ono said, coming to hands and knees, then straddling Chikage's waist and sitting down with a wriggle.

Chikage's sigh became a gasp and his cock responded immediately to the pressure of Ono's naked behind.

"Ah, nothing wrong then," Ono concluded with a wink. He bent to lick up Chikage's belly and chest until he was lying on top of him and grinding their cocks together. "Mmmm, nothing wrong at all."

Chikage couldn't hold back the moans, and his hands could not help but reach up to wrap around Ono's slim waist. "Ono-san," he groaned, his eyes closing tight as waves of pleasure rolled through him. Who would have known that men could feel so soft and so hard at the same time! But no, it wasn't men, it was Ono-san. Ono-san's legs brushing against his. Ono-san's belly pressed against his. Ono-san's cock rubbing his. He furrowed his brow, worried he might come just from this. It was so new, so arousing, so beyond his dearest expectations. "Ono-san," he murmured again, the name like a hypnotic chant.

"Yes, Chikage-san," Ono grunted back, increasing the friction between them with agile and eager hips. "It's good, isn't it?"

"So good," said Chikage through gritted teeth.

Ono grinned to himself and eased up a bit. He knew the sound of a man fighting premature ejaculation when he heard it. He reached up with one hand to thread his fingers through Chikage's hair and leaned up on his other elbow to look down at that gorgeous face again. "Would you like to come in my mouth or my—inside me?" he concluded, shifting verbiage at the last second to avoid crassness. Crassness wouldn't do with sweet, gentle Chikage-san.

Chikage's mouth opened but no words came out. A blush flitted across his high cheekbones and Ono was delighted anew with his lover. He bent and kissed the parted lips warmly, moving his hips just a little. Such a hot, hard shaft against his.

"Please, Ono-san," Chikage begged, fearing his arousal and his embarrassment together would make him burst before he'd consummated his first act of lovemaking with a man.

Whatever Chikage was begging for, thought Ono, he could have it. He sat up and wriggled again, watching their cocks bob between them, relishing as the look of tense pleasure crossed those precious features. "Easy now," he purred, reaching across the floor for his slacks while not yielding his perch atop Chikage's lap. He dragged it by the cuff onto the futon and dug in the back pocket for his "lucky" condom and the individual packet of lube. He laid them on Chikage's stomach.

Chikage opened his eyes again with a gasp. His cock was stiff and leaking as Ono's hand wrapped around it and his own and stroked them together. An incredible sensation, one he'd never imagined the many times he'd fantasized about making this moment come true. At the Bakery, watching Ono knead pastry dough with masterful hands. In his bed alone, bringing himself off in his fist. Running errands in his car for the young master. Anywhere and everywhere, and he was lucky he hadn't had far greater accidents and clumsy catastrophes when his mind was so full of Ono-san all the time. But now? Now it was real. And so much better than he'd ever dreamed.

Ono drank in the look of adoration in Chikage's glazed eyes. He knew he had the same look on his own face and he hoped Chikage knew how special this was for him. But now was not the time for words. He released his cock and gripped Chikage's firmly as he tore open the condom packet with his teeth. Slipping back the foreskin with practiced care, he rolled the latex down and down, working to make the experience as sensual as practicing safer sex could be.

Chikage observed Ono's handiwork in silence, feeling both the wonders of anticipation and of the erotic touch of the man he adored. He hadn't used a condom with Sakurako-san; she, as he later found out, wanted a child. This was different…in so many ways. Ono raised his hips high and rubbed lubricant between his legs. "May I?" Chikage asked, voice hushed and husky.

Ono blinked. He was taken aback by the offer, the request. He'd had lovers who enjoyed working him open, but they were experienced, comfortable with anal sex in ways Chikage most certainly wasn't. "If you like," he answered in a voice as quiet as Chikage's. He took Chikage's hand and squeezed lube onto his first two fingers, then brought it between his legs.

Chikage let himself be guided, reaching up to rub back and forth across the tiny hole. This wasn't like a woman, but it was an equally sensitive place, and he wanted Ono to experience all the pleasure he could give. He stroked gently and pressed the tip of his finger inside.

Ono shuddered, holding himself still and hovering over Chikage's body. As Chikage carefully massaged and maneuvered his finger inside, Ono fell forward onto his hands. It would be dishonest to say it felt like the first time, but it most certainly felt new. "Now two," he urged.

Chikage watched every expression on Ono's changing face, heard the rasp of his fingers clutching the blanket, smelled the blend of light sweat and hair gel, felt the tight hole squeeze around first one finger then two. He slowly pumped them in and out, and Ono began to pant.

Time seemed to stand still as Chikage fucked Ono with reverent fingers. Ono rode them and Chikage met and matched his movements, feeling the tightness and heat that his cock would soon explore. He curled a finger just a bit—for he had read up on gay sex in some of the magazines Ono-san had left in the kitchen from time to time. If you reached far and high there was a place…a little spot…just there…

Ono moaned loudly and tossed back his head as Chikage-san, with what was obviously deliberate skill, found his prostate and worked it like a pro. "Damn yes oh yes," he stammered, riding those fingers and feeling his cock swell and bounce.

Chikage gave a wide smile. He was proud, definitely doing it right, making Ono happy. His cock throbbed, ached with desire. He decided now was the time to take control, really take it. His breathing was heavy as he announced, "I'm going to fuck you now, Ono-san."