Date: Fri, 12 Feb 2016 22:36:45 +0000 From: Mr Skinny Subject: All I Want For Valentine's Day Disclaimer: The following piece of fiction contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts between consenting adult males aged over the age of 18. Please do not read further if the subject matter might offend you. If you are aged under 18 (or 21 if that is the law in your state or country) please leave this site without reading further. Note from Author: I doubt the person this is written with in mind will ever read it, but if you do ever happen to, then know that this is what I will be spending this weekend wistfully dreaming about. All I Want For Valentine's Day... I had just placed the last saucepan on the draining board when the doorbell rang. I glanced at the clock on the oven. For that time early evening on a Sunday it was unusual for anybody to be at the door. I hurriedly dried my soap-sudded hands on the hand towel and went to the front door. I unlocked it and my jaw fell open. He was standing there, his hoody on, a scarf round his neck. I was stunned. "Hey!" He greeted me, smiling. "I...I...I thought you were away this weekend," I stuttered, standing backwards to allow him to step into the house. "Yes, I was," he answered, "but I decided to catch an earlier train home. I felt bad about not seeing you. It is Valentine's Day, after all. I'm glad you're in - I was afraid you might not be, and I wanted to give you this in person." He held out a red envelope to me. I had no words to reply. It wasn't as if we had ever discussed being serious. Admittedly, I had posted him a Valentine's card in my lunchbreak on Friday (that was just the soppy sort of person I am!), but I honestly wasn't expecting him to reciprocate, and hadn't been surprised when the postman hadn't delivered anything to me. Not surprised, but secretly a tiny bit disappointed. And now here he was, standing in my hall, hand-delivering a card! I eagerly tore the envelope open. "Thank you," I said, smiling shyly. "You know, this is the first Valentine's card I've ever received." "Really?!" He replied. "Well I'm definitely glad I got you one now." He blushed a little. "Did you get mine?" "Well I left Friday night and haven't been home since so I expect it's probably waiting for me on the doormat if you posted it." "If Royal Mail delivered on time it should be!" I re-read the card. It really was very thoughtful and gladdened my heart to know that I actually had somebody who liked me enough to send me one this year. I stood it up on the hall table and stepped close to hug him thank you. He smiled and put his arms around me too. "There's nobody else in by the way," I whispered in his ear. "Really?" He replied, "well in that case..." He turned his head slightly and leant in for a kiss, our lips meeting softly and tenderly. I closed my eyes and let myself relax in his arms, hearing the little smacking sounds of our mouths connecting and breaking apart as we kissed. Eventually we stopped and as we pulled apart from the hug he ran a hand down my arm until we were holding hands. I turned and slowly led him upstairs. We went into my bedroom and I closed the door behind us. Immediately we started kissing again. I could feel my cock hardening in response. I broke off the kiss. "Sorry, I probably smell. I cooked dinner in these clothes." "Easy solution," he smiled wickedly. "Just take them off!" I could feel my cheeks reddening, but slipped my top off and undid my jeans letting them fall to the floor until I was just standing in my tight Next navy blue boxerbriefs. He came and stood next to me and ran a hand slowly over my naked torso and down over the bulge in my underwear. We kissed again, more hungrily this time, and I fumbled with his belt trying to divest him of his jeans too. Finally, I got it undone and they fell to the floor. He stepped out of them and took his own hoody and tshirt off, dropping them in a pile on top of his jeans. I looked over his slender body. His purple and black striped boxerbriefs were severely tented. I reached a hand out and slowly ran my fingers against his bulge. He raised an eyebrow at me and I raised one back, stepping really close and pressing my body completely against his, putting my arms around him and squeezing him tightly. He hugged me back just as tightly, and we collapsed onto my bed together, starting to kiss again. "Let's get under the covers," I suggested and he nodded eagerly. We slid underneath the duvet and I pulled it up around our shoulders. He reached out and took my glasses off, placing them on my windowsill along with his own, then wrapped his arms back around me and entwined our legs together. I slowly and gently stroked my fingertips up and down the length of his spine and he exhaled deeply. "I love it when you do that," "I know," I replied simply. We stayed like that for ages, just a tangle of limbs, full body contact, our hands making little stroking movements down each other's back and necks, over the tops of each other's thighs, squeezing gently at each other's bumcheeks, exploring each other's bodies with our hands and fingertips. Every now and again, one of us would lean in for a little kiss and the other would kiss back. Then, gradually, our kisses became harder and more forceful, and as they did we squeezed each other tighter, and began to grind our underwear-clad bulges against each other. I was rock hard and could feel he was too and it felt so good being close to him like this. Soon we were properly moving our hips up and down, our erections rubbing against each other through our boxers, our lips joined together, both of us breathing heavily. We broke the kiss and gazed deeply into each other's eyes, our foreheads resting together, our warm breath mixing between us, our lower bodies moving faster and faster, the bed creaking from our movements. I felt myself dripping precum into my boxers and moaned softly. I was so turned on. "Like that?" He whispered. "Yes, so much," I replied softly. "Me too," he breathed. We slowed our grinding and I slowly reached for his waistband, slipping the tips of my index fingers beneath and running them round. At the back I slid my hands beneath, my fingers roaming over his bare arsecheeks, stroking through the soft hair. I could feel him mirroring my actions, my boxers being dragged down at the back until they were practically at my knees, but not coming down fully because my erection was caught in them and not letting them be lowered at the front. His hands slowly moved round to the front of my body and his fingertips tickled at my balls causing an electric shock to go shooting through me from his touch. I breathed heavier, more turned on than ever before. I could feel his hands on my hard dick slowly stroking to the tip, before he unhooked the waistband of my boxers, letting my cock spring out. Between us, we slid my boxers down, and I kicked them off my foot onto the floor. His soon followed. We recommenced kissing, our completely naked bodies pressing against each other. I could feel his erection, the tip wet and sticky with his pre, digging into my stomach, and made sure to press mine a little harder against his body. The act felt so natural - being completely naked with another man in my bed, my hands roaming up and down his thin toned body, pair of hard cocks trapped between us. He broke the kiss and turned around, reaching for my hands and wrapping my arms around his body so we were spooning, my arms around him, my hands resting on his thin hairy chest, feeling his heart beating beneath my palms, my torso pressed up against his back, his body radiating heat. I kissed the side of his neck and rested my chin up against his shoulder. It felt so lovely having his warm body in my arms. Just felt...right, somehow. After a while, I slowly ran my hand down the centre of his body until it met his cock. It was still as rock hard as ever, and I wrapped my hand around the centre of it, just holding it, my hand not moving. I could feel him trying to buck his hips a little so it would slide to and fro in my grip and I smiled to myself, stroking him a few times, feeling the hardness in my fist growing even harder as I did so. He reached behind him, and found my own achingly hard erection, and slowly angled it down, unravelling the tangle of our legs as he did so. My head touched against his hole and we both exhaled sharply as he moved my cock up and down, the head brushing up and down over his hole. "That feels amazing!" I murmured softly into his ear. He continued moving my cock. I could feel his hole twitching beneath my throbbing head, pre running out of my slit and down the sensitive back of my head. He turned his head to look over his shoulder at me. "I want you inside me," he whispered, making eye contact. He rolled round to face me and we shared a deep passionate kiss. "Do you have lube handy?" "Yes," I nodded. "In my drawer." He reached down and pulled the bed drawer open, revealing my stash of Durex lube and condoms. "When did you last get tested?" He asked me softly. "A couple of months ago, but I haven't been with anybody but you since May last year." I replied. "You?" "Last summer, but like you there hasn't been anybody else for ages." He closed the drawer having taken out the lube but leaving the condoms inside. "I want to feel close to you tonight," he said. "I want to feel you inside me properly. I want us to make love." We kissed again then he squeezed lube out onto the length of my hard shaft before applying some to his hole. I spread the lube up and down my cock before positioning myself, leaning over him as he lay on his back, knees bent. I directed myself inside with one hand, gently leaning forward and applying more pressure as I slid bare inside him for the first time. He closed his eyes and winced a little. "Am I hurting you?" I asked anxiously. "No, you're just so thick I need some time to adjust." I rested, not moving, leaning my head down so our lips met. I planted the gentlest kiss possible on his lips and he kissed back. Gradually I sensed him relax. He put his arms around my body, and then his legs too and began kissing me deeper. I slowly drew my hips back before sinking them down, my whole length inside him. He felt so tight and so warm. We both moaned softly into each other's mouths as I slowly and gently started to fuck him. It felt incredible. My cock was sliding back and forward inside him in long slow movements, withdrawing myself until only the tip of the head remained inside and then sliding right the way back into him balls deep. I was making sure to keep slow and gentle, not just because I was still a little frightened of hurting him, but also because it heightened the sensation and the intimacy for me. I tightened my muscles and felt my cock twitch a little in him as I did so. He groaned a little. "Yes! Like that! Do that again!" I repeated and sped my thrusting up a little at the same time so I was fucking him properly. I rested my forehead on his and gazed deeply into this eyes, seeing every ounce of pleasure reflected in them, and amazed that I could be causing it. I wanted this to last forever. He grasped at his dick, still hard, and began to wank himself off as I fucked him, his movements furious, his foreskin a blur. His breath was warm against my face. I moaned softly as I put my hands around his hips and began to fuck him harder and deeper. "I'm close," he whispered. "Me too," I replied. "Cum in me," he pleaded. Before I could reply, he threw his head back and let out an uncontrollable groan. "OOOH! YES!" His cock erupted. I had seen him cum before and was always amazed, but this time it was an even hotter sight than usual. His cum flew out hitting himself on the chin, on his Adam's apple, at the top of his chest. One shot landed directly on his collar bone, and then a good three or four less powerful ones deposited on his stomach. His breathing was deep and ragged and the sight and sound of his orgasm, not to mention the tightening of his arse around me pushed me right to the edge. He puckered his lips and I met them for a gentle kiss, before my eyes were squeezing tight shut and I was thrusting hard and deep into him, two, three, four times, moaning his name again and again, his hands gripping tight against my finely-haired arsecheeks, pulling me deeper into him, not letting me withdraw even if I'd wanted to. I felt my cock explode in him, squirting shot after shot. His eyes opened wide as he felt me cumming and his mouth parted letting out a little moan of shock and lust. I rocked back and forth in him, milking the last drips out of my aching dick, the head so sensitive now. I rested my whole body weight down on him hearing his breathing still fast next to my ear. My own breathing was heavy and I was gasping for breath. My eyes were closed and I just enjoyed the afterglow of my orgasm for a while. When I opened my eyes, he was staring into them. We shared a kiss, soft and tender again now, the animalistic instincts gone. "Wow!" He whispered. "Yes, wow!" I echoed. We smiled at each other, neither of us able to stop the huge grins spreading across our faces. My softening cock popped out of him and he rolled over onto his side again. I moved behind him and, unprompted, wrapped my arms around his body so we were spooning again. We lay unmoving for a while, both of us enjoying just the feeling of being close to someone. "I wish we could stay like this forever," I murmured softly. "Me too," he replied. We snuggled closer together beneath the covers, our legs entwined again and our thin naked bodies pressed against each other. It felt perfect. "Will you stay the night?" The End.