He sighs and I reach down to grab two sachets of lube —which I started carrying with me from the first time I was with James, just in case —from my wallet in one of my pants pockets. I tear one with my teeth and smear my fingers with the slippery contents, warming it with friction so as not to discomfort my boy as I prepare him. James startles when I run a finger around his tightness, but he soon relaxes and that makes me immensely happy.
His trust is precious to me. Slowly, I penetrate him with the tip of my finger, prudently using my time to advance all the way in. I listen carefully, determining if my thrusts cause him any miniscule discomfort or level of pain, but I get nothing like that.
Instead, he moves, making short, f*****g sexy circles with his hips on my finger. That's a great
