We looked each other in the eye, and he pushed into me. Justin and I never mentioned what happened that night. Like earlier, it felt as though we both knew exactly what to do, without any feeling of shame or awkwardness. We stopped kissing to remove each others shirts. That notion quickly changed a week later. He grabbed it with his hands and played with it for a moment, seeming semi hesitant about putting it in his mouth. He kneeled between my legs and put his cock up to my asshole. He pushed in all the way before asking me if I was okay, then continued to pull his hard cock back out, and then in again. Nothing was more perfect than the feeling I had right then. We both looked for it; our faces were close now using our cell phone as light to look for the lighter I ‘dropped’.
