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It started out simple. Subtle. Being here has been chaotic, hectic? Ever since I saw him with–well just there. Trembling from the first game. I felt a connection with them in some way. It was hard to explain. I told myself I was imagining it. He was a stranger to me as I was to them. Yet they looked at me each time. For comfort.
I can provide that! Comfort, it should be as easy as breathing. But it was hard. It was really hard to comfort him. It should be hard comforting someone but he lost his best friend in the game. What was I supposed to do? Pat his back and say it’ll be okay? I can’t say that. But he wasn’t thinking about his friend. It was something else.
The other way he looked at me. Desire. Need. Want. It wasn’t wrong to feel’ right? I feel those things around him. It was obvious with how I stare before lights out and in the bathroom. Personally, we got closer than anyone here. But what shocked me was him kissing me. Yeah, kissing me at my bunk. Those soft lips dominating mine. I wasn't sure whether to deny him or let him in. His persistent kisses told me he wanted this.
I wanted it too. I haven't told him that I'm trans. Frankly I don't think he cares. I have to tell him at least. So he doesn’t get confused on why I don't have a dick. “Hey, wait–I have to tell you something.” He paused, looking at me with confusion. Okay, coming out like this was gonna be unexpected. “I'm trans. Uh, now kiss me again.”
“You know, out of everything.. I expected nothing less than you breaking a kiss to tell me something like that. Like I care what you are under these pants.” My breath hitched softly, listening to his response. That was so straight forward. It was a turn on. “I see you for who you are. Not what you were born as. Now take those pants off.”
He doesn't care. I should have expected as much but it was comforting to know up front from him saying so. It made me smile as I took my pants and boxers off. Him watching me take them off was arousing. He couldn't take his eyes off me. Even with that I still see a trembling man from the start. He still is trembling. It's cute in a way, worried that I might back out of it. Cute.
So concerned yet so ready. I like it. I'm concerned too. Not because I'm a virgin. Exactly yeah it is that but that's besides the point. He knows I'm wet and messy down where his hands are spreading my legs apart. Shit, I'm the only virgin in this. That’s embarrassing. Not as much as being beneath this man surrounded by sleeping players in this room before the next game.
Don’t think about it. All that matters is him. This man in front of me. It can’t be that bad. “Hey, don’t treat me like I’ll break. I can handle it.” He gave me a smile like he knows that I am lying. I hate that he can tell I'm a little scared.
“Okay but not hard—Uh gentle? Okay okay I'm not ready for the main.. thing.” He just smiled more at me from it, giggling a little. Honestly it was stupid to say.
“It’s okay, we don’t have to do that,” he pushed me up more on the bunk. He held his fingers towards his mouth. “Besides there’s other ways we can do this, Dae-ho.” Maybe we could do it. I could finally not be a virgin and have sex with his incredibly hot guy who is sucking his own fingers. It didn’t take long before he took them out of his mouth towards my entrance.
My breath shuttered out when his finger grazed my puffy cunt. Those skilled fingers made their way inside, pumping deep in and out. Fuck, it’s so much better than when I do it.
He continued this for a bit. Slow and steady. It was weird and new since I wasn’t doing it myself. A moan fell from my mouth. It echoed through the room.
“Shhh, be quiet. We don’t want to wake everyone.” Yet he didn’t stop pumping into me, went faster even. Fuck he wasn’t letting up. His smirk said it all. That he wants to watch me struggle to keep it together. What an asshole. A very handsome and skilled asshole.
He pulled his fingers out of my cunt. My hips rocking forward to stop his actions. Pathetic I know but I couldn't help it. It was just that good. “Hey, wait did–” my protest was cut short with a kiss. Pull back. Kiss again. Repeat. He bit my lip and tugged at it. It was so hot. Why does he have to be so hot while doing this to me?
It's distracting me. Not as much as his hands pulling down his track suit pants. Why is this out of everything he could possibly do getting to me? “Go gentle..” I know before I said I wasn't ready. Now I'm 110% sure I am.
He nested in-between my legs. I hope he heard my whisper of ‘be gentle’. I couldn't have been that quiet in a silent room like this. “Did you–oh!” He pushed into me. It made me tense up beneath him.
“It's okay, I got you. You know that. I'll be gentle.” Words of comfort followed with a sweet kiss.
“I know.. I know, it surprised me. Just give me a minute.” He nodded to that with understanding eyes, like he knows how I'd feel. I leaned back on the pillow to relax. Letting him go down to pepper kisses along my neck. A nip or two. Possibly gonna be a hickey.
After a bit, two minutes really I gave him the okay nod to move. He pulled back and slammed back in, making me gasp loudly. Slam? It felt like that. It was just a hip roll. But it felt so much more.
“I told you to be quiet, Dae.” He gripped my hips in a warning if I made another loud moan. A noise, anything. This was harder than I originally thought it could. I didn't think I'd be this responsive to this. He ran his hands from my hips to my thighs. “You better hold on tight and stay quiet.”
“Wait, what? What do you mea-OH!” I gripped the sheets below when he snapped his hips up. Slutty wet slap echoed through the room with a moan that followed quickly behind. “FUCK!”
He slapped his hand on my mouth, fucking hot. The other hand of this was me practically moaning from the rough thrusts that went deeper and deeper each time. The hand did little to cover up what we were doing. If that didn't tattle, the wet slaps of skin to skin surely had to.
I could feel every drag of his cock deep within. Pulling out and slamming back in. It was mind numbing pleasure over and over. I couldn't get enough of it, especially when he hit my g-spot. The nerves there started to tense under the simulation. It was amazing.
“FUCK! RIGHT THERE!” My vision got a little blurry from it. I needed more. He pulled his hand back to pull me in close.
“Even if I silence you.. you still find a way to be loud.” To make his point he slammed into me again, causing a pitiful sob escape from me.
“Don't stop, keep going, I need it!” Renewed by my plea he went back to that fast, almost punishing pace from before. I knew I wasn't gonna last much longer from this, either was he. His thrusts were getting sloppy and he was twitching. It was like he got pinched.
When it felt like forever but it was only a minute. A minute where he slammed into me one last time, filling up my hole. I moaned with a shutter, barely noticed I was squeezing him. He pulled out his softened cock, making me whine from the loss of feeling full. “Shit.. that was great…” He went into the pockets of his discarded pants to get tissues. Probably toilet paper but who am I to judge?
At least we are cleaning up. He helped me get dressed again and laid me back down. I didn't have the energy to protest it. I didn't want to protest. He pulled me in close, gave my forehead a kiss. “Yeah, it was. Let's just stay here until the lights come on.” That sounded like a good enough plan to me. I was thinking the same anyways.