Echo by Sol Crafter Page B

beautiful," he whispered.
    A cocky smile bent Anderson's lips. "Well, that's nice to hear, since I've thought you were the sexiest thing I've ever seen since we first met."
    Anderson came to kneel down on the blanket across from Cole. His expression went a bit serious and he seemed to be doing everything he could to ignore the way his cock was dripping pre-come, smearing it across his stomach when he moved. "I really want to fuck you, but I'm kind of getting the impression that you don't have much experience. Like at all. So before we went too far I wanted to make sure you are going to be okay with what we're going to do. Are you ready to have sex?"
    Cole ducked his head, feeling his cheeks burn. He was more embarrassed talking about sex than he'd been with Anderson giving him a blow job. " Are you ready to have sex? I pretty much decided that you were going to be the guy. I'm a little nervous, but I'm not scared."
    "Good." Anderson blew out a shaky breath. "That's good. I promise that if you tell me to stop, I'll try to stop. And if anything we do hurts you or freaks you out or anything, we can slow down or do something else. Is that okay?"
    Cole nodded, glancing up through his lashes at Anderson. The firelight was bathing his skin with gold and he looked like some kind of pagan fertility god kneeling there. His cock was hard and ready, the muscles of his whole body quivering with barely contained tension, and his blue eyes burned with the desire to leap on Cole, to fuck him over and over and over again.
    He licked his lips. " Is that okay? I'm a little nervous," he said again. "But I really want you to fuck me."
    That seemed to be all Anderson needed to hear as he crawled across the blanket to straddle Cole's lap, his cock rubbing up against Cole's chest. His mouth was hot on Cole's, his tongue and teeth gnashing against Cole's mouth, not-quite painfully, but definitely possessive.
    Things seemed to blur and heat was rising through Cole. At Anderson's urging he found himself once again lying down with Anderson over him, though this time he was on his stomach. He could feel Anderson's erection nudging against the crack of his ass as the other man twisted his head to kiss his lips, his hands kneading at Cole's shoulders.
    When Anderson tugged at his hips, Cole got up on his knees. "This position will be a lot easier for you, especially your first time."
    "Especially your first time . You don't want to do it face-to-face?" Cole asked a little nervously. He kind of wanted to see everything that was going to happen, and with his shoulders pushed down so he was on his elbows with his ass in the air, he felt just a tad vulnerable. Especially when he heard the sound of foil being torn open and could picture the condom being rolled down over Anderson's cock.
    He squeaked when slick fingers slid between his buttocks, nudging at his hole. He might have flinched away, but Anderson's other hand stroked against his lower back, soothing him. "We can do it face-to-face some other time," Anderson said gently, one finger pressing its way up into his asshole. "I really don't want to hurt you, and this will really be the best way until you get used to things."
    The lube was cold, but his body warmed it. Still, it felt kind of weird to feel gooey slickness being slid up inside him, especially when accompanied by a curious finger that almost too-quickly became two fingers.
    "Tell me if I hurt you at all," Anderson said, his voice intent. His fingers slowly moved inside Cole, seeming to flex and stretch his nervous insides. It didn't hurt, but it wasn't really all that pleasant either.
    Cole really started wondering why anyone would want to do this when he felt the painful stretch of a third finger being introduced. He kind of wanted to tell Anderson to stop, but he really didn't want to piss him off or anything.
    Then one of Anderson's fingers rubbed up against something inside--his prostate--and he made a loud guttural groan and couldn't help