Helping Hand (12 page)

of what they were about to do. The m ood changed. Desire was still there,

but tem pered with nerves. Every thing felt new to Jez even though Mac’s

touch was fam iliar. They undressed each other slowly between kisses.

Jez’s hands shook with nerves, and Mac’s didn’t seem m uch steadier.

Finally naked, they got into the bed, and Jez gave Mac the bottle of

lube.

Mac looked at it as though it was an unexploded bom b. “I don’t know

what to do. I don’t wanna hurt y ou.”

“You won’t if we’re careful. Well… it’ll probably hurt a bit at first,

but I want to try any way.” Jez heard the determ ination in his own voice.

He couldn’t believe he was asking for this. He’d com e a long way in a

few short weeks, but he wanted to do this with Mac, to have him that way.

Then nobody could ever take that away from him —whatever happened

in the future.

Mac still hesitated, so Jez took the lube from his hand and bent his

knee. Ly ing on his side, facing Mac, he reached behind him self with

slippery fingers. Jez circled his hole and then hissed as he pushed inside

and felt that first burning stretch.

“Fuck, are y ou…? God. That’s so hot,” Mac said. His voice was

husky.

“Wanna try ? It’s fucking awkward doing this to y ourself any way.”

Plus Mac’s fingers were longer and thicker. Jez figured it would be good to

take those before he tried dealing with Mac’s dick.

Mac swallowed hard and nodded, seem ingly lost for words.

Jez rolled onto his stom ach and spread his legs for Mac, tilting his

hips up. A m om entary flush of sham e flooded through him . It felt so dirty

to be face down, arse up for another guy.

It’s not just any guy, Jez rem inded him self. It’s Mac.

Mac pulled the covers down and knelt astride one of Jez’s thighs.

“Wow.” His choked, appreciative voice swept all Jez’s discom fort away

on a tide of arousal. Mac gripped Jez’s arsecheeks with warm hands and

opened him further.

The first tentative touch of Mac’s finger on Jez’s slick hole m ade Jez’s

cock j erk and leak against the sheets.

Mac circled it slowly. “Like that?”

“Yeah.” Jez’s m uscles twitched, and he arched his back, pushing

against the pressure. “That’s good. Ahh!” He tensed as Mac tried to push

inside. Jez knew he should be able to do this, but it was different when

som eone else was in control. His body reacted instinctively, fighting it.

He forced him self to relax and was rewarded as Mac’s finger

slipped inside him . Jez tried to keep his breathing slow, rem em bering all

the advice he’d read online. He turned to look over his shoulder. Mac was

staring at Jez’s hole, biting his lip and frowning in concentration as he

m oved his finger slowly in and out in shallow strokes. Jez flushed at the

intim acy of it, the raw vulnerability of letting Mac touch him this way.

“That looks so….” Mac took a breath. “So fucking sexy. Jesus, Jez.”

Jez let out a breathless chuckle. “I feel like a slut.”

Mac m et his gaze and his face softened. “You shouldn’t. You’re not.”

He m oved his finger a little deeper. “I’ve been thinking about doing this

with y ou, but I never thought y ou’d want to try it.”

The awed expression on his face and the gentleness of his touch

m ade som ething twist in Jez’s chest. “Well, if y ou’re going to have a gay

experience, y ou m ight as well do it properly.” He tried to keep his voice

light, but it caught in his throat. “Put another finger in.”

Jez wasn’t sure he was ready for m ore, but he wanted Mac to stop

treating him like glass. It was too sweet, too tender, and m ade Jez y earn

for things he couldn’t have. Jez wanted to get back to the heady

desperation of wanting, taking, getting off. He knew where he stood with

that.

But Mac seem ed determ ined to go slow. He did give Jez another

finger, but so slowly, so cautiously that Jez ended up pushing back onto

them until they filled him —m uch deeper than he’d m anaged on his own

in the shower. The pain was sudden, sharp and unexpected.

“Ouch,” he hissed, freezing and panting, his fingers gripping the

covers. Mac started to pull out. “No! Leave them there, but give m e a

m inute.”

“I thought we were supposed to be careful.”

“I was.” Jez huffed, half laughing. “You and y our freakishly big

fingers.” Of course they weren’t the only things about Mac that were

big…. Jez’s m uscles clenched around Mac’s fingers at the thought, but as

he released, the pain subsided a little. The pressure rem ained, alien, and

not exactly com fortable, but bearable. Jez hadn’t expected anal to be this

difficult. People did it in porn all the tim e. But no way was he going to

back out now.

He m oved experim entally, and it was still painful, but definitely not

as bad.

“You okay ?” Mac ran his free hand over Jez’s hip and round to

squeeze his cock where it had softened. “We can stop if y ou want. It

doesn’t feel like y ou’re into this.”

“No. I am … I m ean… I want to keep going. Move y our fingers. If

y ou curl them down a little, then y ou should find m y prostate. It’s in there

som ewhere.” Jez had m anaged to find it him self the other day, but it was

awkward to reach with his own fingers.

Mac snorted. “May be y ou should have drawn m e a m ap before we

started.”

“You’ve never found y ours, then?”

“Not y et. May be I should try.”

The im age those words conj ured up, along with Mac’s hand stroking

his cock, had Jez’s flagging erection filling again. Then Mac’s fingers

rubbed him j ust right, finally finding that elusive spot, and sparks of

sensation lit Jez up from the inside. “Yeah, there,” he said. “God, that’s

good.”

Mac kept going, gliding over Jez’s sweet spot and j erking him off until

Jez felt like m ay be this was going to work after all. He wondered whether

Mac was into this. Was he still hard? He turned to look at Mac again, and

Mac’s expression was intent and hungry. His cock reared up, thick and

definitely ready for action. Jez shivered.

“You can fuck m e now.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Do it. Do m e.”

Mac snorted. “You’re so classy.” He withdrew his fingers, and Jez

winced, it felt so strange as they slipped free. His arse clenched around

nothing, feeling stretched and em pty. Well, stretched was good, he

supposed. He rested his head on his forearm s and listened to the sound of

Mac tearing open the condom .

“Bollocks, fucking slippery fingers…. That’s it.”

Then the warm weight of Mac’s body covered Jez as Mac leaned

over him and kissed his neck and shoulders, his hands stroking up Jez’s

flanks. Mac’s hard cock poked Jez’s balls, and Jez spread his legs wider.

“Com e on.” Jez was im patient now. His nerves were returning

without Mac’s hand on his dick, keeping him in the m om ent.

Mac guided him up onto all fours. His hands were firm on Jez’s hips,

and Jez let Mac m ove him how he wanted. He dropped his head and took

a deep breath as he felt the firm nudge of Mac’s cock at his entrance,

gritting his teeth as Mac pushed in. Mac was so slow and careful again,

but the grip of his hands and the shakiness of his breathing showed Jez

how m uch the control cost him . Jez tried not to flinch at the discom fort,

but he couldn’t help him self.

“Do y ou want m e to stop? We don’t have to do this.” Mac’s voice

was strained.

“No. Keep going.” He could barely get the words out. Mac pushed

in a little m ore and Jez flinched again, his m uscles clenching involuntarily

and m aking Mac gasp.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not y our fault y ou’ve got a m onster cock.” Jez chuckled as he

spoke, and the huff of breath he let out m ade som ething release. He

breathed again, biting his lip as the pain subsided. “You were a terrible

choice for m y gay experim entation.”

Mac didn’t laugh, but he stroked his hands up Jez’s back and back

down to his hips, his touch gentle and soothing. “More?”

“Yeah.”

Mac gave Jez the last inch, his hips finally flush with the back of Jez’s

thighs. “There,” he said. “You did it.”

Jez grunted, overwhelm ed by the fullness, the thick stretch of Mac

inside his body. It was so strange to be on the receiving end. He’d never

stopped to think about how it felt for girls to be fucked.

Mac m oved his hands again, stroking the globes of Jez’s arse with a

featherlight touch that sent shivers of pleasure up Jez’s spine. “You okay ?”

he asked. “Can I m ove?”

“Only one way to find out.” Jez knew he didn’t need to ask Mac to be

gentle. He’d been so careful, and that wasn’t going to change now.

Mac started to thrust carefully, j ust tiny little m ovem ents of his hips.

“God,” Mac said breathlessly. “That feels incredible. Now I know

why so m any guy s are into anal.”

It felt okay to Jez, but the earth wasn’t exactly m oving. The pain had

alm ost gone, but he’d been expecting m ore sensation. “You can m ove

m ore,” he said. “It doesn’t hurt.”

Mac withdrew further on the next stroke and suddenly Jez realised

what the fuss was about as the head of Mac’s dick grazed his prostate, and

then rubbed it again on the way back in. Heat rushed through his pelvis,

radiating out from that spot in a flood of sensation. He gasped, and Mac

paused.

“Too m uch?”

“No, don’t stop. It’s good…. Keep doing that.”

Mac carried on, getting into a sm ooth rhy thm that stoked that tingling

warm th inside Jez. His cock was properly hard again now, hanging thick

between his thighs, leaking precom e, so he took his weight on one hand

and m oved the other to stroke him self.

“Oh fuck.” The dual stim ulation was intense, alm ost overwhelm ing.

Mac was breathing hard, letting out little grunts with each thrust.

“Can y ou com e like this?” he asked.

“I don’t know…. May be?” It felt so different to what Jez was used to.

The pleasure-pain of the stretch was good, but it was new and confusing

to Jez’s senses.

Mac’s rhy thm faltered. “I can’t hold out m uch longer. It’s too fucking

good.”

Jez j erked him self faster, chasing the elusive orgasm that lurked in

his balls, at the base of his spine, growing and spreading but not quite

taking hold.

“Fuck.” Mac thrust in deep one m ore tim e, taking Jez’s breath away.

Jez felt the pulse of Mac’s cock as he cam e with a hoarse cry, his body

j erking and his fingers biting into Jez’s hips as he clutched him tight.

“Fuck… I’m sorry,” he m uttered. “I couldn’t stop.”

“I’ll take it as a com plim ent.” But Jez was still breathless, wound

tight, and painfully close to com ing. He carried on stroking him self, but

he couldn’t quite get there. “Ugh.” He groaned in frustration.

“Let m e.” Mac withdrew, slipping free from Jez’s body with a wet

sound that would have been em barrassing if Jez wasn’t so focused on the

need for release. He was dim ly aware of the snap of the condom com ing

off, and then Mac’s hands were on him again, guiding him to lie down and

roll onto his back. Mac knelt between Jez’s thighs and stared at his cock for

a m om ent. Jez was hoping for a hand, or m ay be Mac’s fingers in his arse

again—his m uscles squeezed tight at the thought.

The last thing he was expecting was for Mac to lean over him and

press a hesitant kiss to his balls, then another to the base of his cock. Jez

held his breath, his body tight with tension and desperation. Mac drew

back with an intense expression as he took Jez’s cock in his hand and

stroked it a few tim es before lowering his head and taking the tip into his

m outh. Jez let his breath out in a needy m oan at the wet heat and gentle

pressure. He clenched his fists, toes curling as Mac licked and sucked

experim entally as though Jez was a new flavour of lollipop he was try ing

out.

Mac’s m outh on him , Mac’s large hand stroking the base of his cock,

his powerful shoulders between Jez’s thighs—it was alm ost too m uch. Jez

had been close for ages now, and as Mac rolled Jez’s foreskin back and

slid his m outh over the head, lips tight around the crown, Jez gasped. “I’m

gonna com e.”

Mac m ade no m ove to release him , he sim ply flicked his gaze up,

dark lashes and deep brown ey es pinning Jez, and that was it. Jez cried

out, his whole body flooding with glorious release as he cam e. Mac took

it, swallowing around Jez and carry ing on sucking until Jez brought his