The Full Ride

Pink Cowboy Hat-2

Neither of us had been to Rio before, and we did the touristy things—took a cable car up Sugarloaf, the famous mountain in the harbor; walked on the beaches of Copacabana, Ipanema, and Leblon, watching men play soccer. He told me a secret. There was a publisher in Germany that wanted nude photos of him for a monograph. They’d pay him a small fortune, but he didn’t want to do it. All of the photographers they had under contract made him uncomfortable. In return, I told him I didn’t want to finish school even though I only had three months left. There was a senior project that seemed impossible, and now I wanted to travel with him instead.

He squeezed my shoulder. “That’s crazy, Trip. I don’t want to be the reason you don’t finish school. Hey! Look at that.” He pointed at a rainbow flag up ahead. It turned out there was a small gay section of Ipanema Beach. When we reached it, we shared our first kiss. As our lips met, a shiver of delight rippled down the back of my neck.

We headed for the fanciest hotel on Copacabana I could find, and I sprang for a room with a spectacular view of Sugarloaf and the crescent-shaped beach.

The moment the door was closed, I attacked him with kisses. My tongue found his, and we shared the longest embrace I’ve ever known, perhaps a five-minute kiss. I wanted to be inside him that instant. My body screamed “now, now, now.” But I took a deep breath and moved us to the bed to watch the strands of streetlights flicker on as the sun set. I ran my fingers through his hair, making him close his eyes and smile.

I asked if I could undress him, and he moaned assent. It was unfair. Even his d**k was gorgeous. I’m not much for blow jobs, but his c**k was smooth, straight and the perfect shape and size for sucking. I felt a deep longing running up my jaw. I had to have him in my mouth.

He groaned as I held his sides, my lips gliding back and forth over the softest skin. I inhaled his clean scent—a mixture of that coconut fragrance and the sea spray we’d been walking past all day. He started to groan louder and grunt, then he pushed back on my head.

“Please stop. I don’t want to come yet. I want to come with you inside me.”

I’d thought to buy condoms at the airport in New York. It felt surreal that I was going to use one with the man I’d fantasized about for over a year if not longer. I moved an easy chair so Marc could climb in on all fours and watch the glittering bay while I mounted his gorgeous ass and slowly pushed in.

Oh. Oh, God. He was so tight and warm. I couldn’t be bothered with the view outside. Looking at his ass, being inside him, gripping his waist—I was sure I was going to explode and die from ecstasy before I even started thrusting.

He gasped. “Gosh, you’re big.”

I tried to respond with words, but all that came was “mm-hmm.” I swallowed my need. I didn’t want to hurt him. “Should I pull out?”

“No,” he said with effort. “Let me try.”

I thanked the universe he didn’t make me stop. But from holding back and going slow I felt an ache go through my chest and arms. My jaw hurt from clenching my teeth. He must have known from my hoarse breathing I needed to ravish his ass.

But his eyes were closed. His expression was one of sublime pleasure combined with a rhythmic wince and soft moan each time I pushed in. Okay, okay. He likes this. I can’t go crazy.

I took long strokes, pausing now and then to bend over him and kiss his back and neck or massage his taut stomach. I had to close my eyes, too, and breathe deeply to steady my lust. I didn’t want this to be over in three minutes.

Marc continued to whimper softly. “Can we try it with me riding you on the bed? Just for a bit. That will be easier for me. And I want to see your face.”

I lifted him off the chair and held him in my arms. “Will you wear your pink cowboy hat for me?”

“Sure.” Oh my God, the smile he gave me is one I will never forget.

This was miraculous. A picture of this boy (and that hat) was my computer’s wallpaper. Now, I was inside him and from the euphoric look on his face this was as blissful for him as for me.

He was better able to take me now, and his hole felt even more welcoming than before. Again, I had to restrain my urgent need to pound him senseless, especially considering the way he’d begun to grind his hips. Pleasure rippled through my chest and throat as I sank in deeper and deeper.

“Do you want to go faster?” Marc asked. I saw his pleading look.

I sucked in air. “You read my mind,” I said. Thank God he asked. I couldn’t stop thinking about crushing him to me while I penetrated him, needing as much of his warm skin against mine as possible.

He bent his torso and kissed my lips. “Put me on my back.”

Now that I was given free rein, I flipped him over, lifted his legs, and drove my d**k into his ass. Yes.

Marc cried out with each stroke. I sped my pace—faster, deeper, harder. Sweat dripped from my forehead. Marc thrashed like a wild animal and jerked his c**k, his mouth contorted in fevered need.

Watching him writhe in passion was more than I could bear. I shot deep inside him, filling the condom with my seed. At the same time he reached his peak, howling as jets of his come hit his neck and cheek.

I reluctantly pulled out while my d**k was still hard. He lay there panting for at least a minute. I collapsed next to him.

He kissed my neck. “Can we shower and then cuddle?”

“I’d like nothing more.” I kissed him back on the mouth, long and deep until his tongue found mine

“Then after…can we have s*x again?”

Holy, oh my damn. “Yes. You don’t have to ask. I promise.”