Pinewood Builders Ch. 05

Wells leaned in closer, his blue eyes searching mine. "Maybe... we should explore that together?" he suggested, his voice quiet.

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry, "Yeah, We should."

"Shall we go to the bedroom?" he asked.

I nodded and followed him as he led the way into my room.

As we entered the bedroom, a sudden shyness overcame us both. We stood there, awkwardly shuffling our feet and avoiding eye contact. Slowly, we began to undress. Wells chuckled, "Why are we being so weird about this? We've already blown each other, for fuck's sake."

I laughed, "You're right. This is stupid."

With newfound confidence, we closed the distance hands roaming over our naked bodies as we fell onto the bed, a tangle of limbs as we writhed around until we settled into a 69 position. I eagerly took his cock into my mouth, as he did the same to me.

After a few minutes, Wells pulled away, asking, "Do you have any lube?"

I nodded, reaching for the bedside drawer. "Yeah, here."

Wells took the bottle, coating his fingers, "I want to try," he whispered.

My cock twitched at his words. He leaned back, spreading his hairy thighs. I watched as he reached behind himself, working a finger into his tight hole. I leaned forward tugging on his dick as he worked, after a few moments he said, "Okay, I'm ready." and rolled onto his front.

I positioned myself above him, the head of my cock pressing against his slicked entrance. Slowly, I pushed forward,

"Fuck," he hissed, his body tensing around me.

I stilled, allowing him time to adjust. "You okay?"

He nodded, taking a deep breath, "Yeah, just... go slow."

I pushed forward again, the pressure building as I eased in deeper. As my helmet pushed inside, Wells let out a shout of pain and pulled away, causing me to pop back out. "Shit, you alright?" I asked, concerned.

I placed a reassuring hand on his lower back, feeling the tension in his muscles.

Wells nodded, his breath coming in short pants. "Yeah, just... it hurt more than I expected."

I patted his back with a teasing grin. "Take a deep breath, buddy. You know, just try to relax. Lucky for you I'm only packing 6 inches."

He shook his head frustrated. "I don't know if I can. Maybe, you should go first."

I paused, then smirked. "Alright, since you're obviously a pussy, I'll go first."

I got on all fours. "Alright, let's see how it's done," I said, reaching for the lube. Wells watched me closely, his eager eyes following my every move as I coated my fingers. His stare was intense, and I felt myself turning hot under his gaze. I slowly, hesitantly, pushed a finger inside me, feeling the strange new sensation invade my body. It was tight, awkward, and so different from what I expected.

"Fuck," I whispered, the strange feeling making me gasp.

Wells watched intently, his eyes dark with arousal. "How does it feel?"

"Weird," I admitted, working my finger deeper. "But... not bad." I could hear the surprise in my own voice.

I felt my body gradually relaxing. I added a second finger, wincing slightly, but pushing through the discomfort as it gradually began to fade. It started to feel good, great in fact. "Oh god," I moaned. Wells licked his lips, reaching out to stroke my thigh. "I think I'm ready, Do you want to try?"

Wells nodded eagerly, reaching for the lube, adding some to his dick as he positioned himself behind me. I felt the blunt head pressing against my entrance and took a deep breath, trying to relax.

"Go slow," I reminded him, gripping the sheets. He pushed forward, the pressure building until suddenly, the head of his cock slipped past my tight ring, my body instinctively tried to pull away.

I panted and reached back to grip his hip. "Wait... give me a second."

He stilled immediately, his hands running soothingly along my sides. "Take your time," he murmured. "You're doin' better than me."

The initial pain began to fade, so I took a deep breath and said, "Okay, you can move now."

He began to push in slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside me. The fullness was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and discomfort that had me gasping.

"You okay?" Wells asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.

I nodded, adjusting to the sensation, As my body relaxed, I experimentally rocked back against him, drawing a moan from us both. "Oh fuck," I gasped. "That feels... great."

Encouraged by my words, he began to move, pulling out slightly before pushing back in. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure through my body, "God, you're so tight," he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips. He picked up the pace and I found myself pushing back to meet his thrusts. The room filled with the sound of our panting and the slap of skin on skin.

"Harder," I urged, gripping the sheets tightly. "Fuck me harder."

Wells obliged, slamming into me with increasing force. The headboard banged against the wall with each thrust, but I didn't care. He leaned over me, his chest pressed against my back as he continued to pound into me. I reached down to stroke my neglected cock as I pulled away until his dick slipped out.

"That was fucking amazing," I said. "But don't think you're off the hook. It's my turn now."

Wells laughed nervously. "I don't know, mate. You're a bit thicker than me..."

I raised an eyebrow. "Come on, don't be a pussy. I took you and your longer. Let me try again."

He hesitated for a moment before nodding reluctantly. "Alright, fair's fair. Just... be gentle, yeah?"

I grinned, reaching for the lube. "I will princess."

He laid back on the bed, spreading his legs wide, exposing himself to me. I coated my fingers generously with lube, then pushed two finger inside him, he tensed, but didn't pull away. He eyebrows were drawn together but after a few moments his face relaxed and he began to groan.

"Ready?" I asked softly. He nodded, taking a deep breath.. "I think so."

I slicked up my knob and positioned myself between his legs. Pressing the head against his hole, I pushed forward slowly. Wells tensed immediately, his eyes squeezing shut.

"Relax," I reminded him, rubbing his thigh soothingly. Inch by inch, I eased inside. Wells whimpered, his fingers digging into the sheets. When I finally bottomed out, I stilled, giving him time to adjust.

"You okay?" I asked, concerned by his pained expression.

Wells nodded tightly. "Yeah, just... don't move."

I noticed his cock had gone soft, wilting against his stomach. An idea struck me. I leant forward, careful not to move my hips, I took in in my hand and inspected it, checking it was clean before taking it into my mouth.

He gasped in surprise, "John's kinky ways already rubbing off on you?"

I showed him my middle finger and suckled gently, swirling my tongue around the head. Gradually, I felt him begin to harden again in my mouth.

As his cock swelled, I felt his body relax around me. He moaned, his hips rocking slightly. "Oh fuck," he breathed. "That feels good."

I pulled off his cock with a wet pop, grinning up at him. "Ready for me to move yet?"

He nodded. "Yeah, go for it."

I rocked back and forth, slowly at first, pulling out almost entirely before pushing back in. Wells gasped with each thrust, his face a mix of pleasure and discomfort. As I found my rhythm, I angled my hips and his back arched off the bed. "Oh fuck! Right there!"

Grinning, I focused on that spot, pounding into him with increasing force. The room filled with our moans echoing off the walls. He wrapped his legs around my waist, pulling me deeper with each thrust.

"Harder," he gasped, his fingers digging into my shoulders. "Fuck me harder!"

I obliged, slamming into him with all I had. "Wells," I panted a few moments later, "I'm close. I'm gonna-"

With a final, deep thrust, I exploded, filling him with my cum. Pleasure washed over me as I emptied myself inside him. When I finally came down from my high, I slowly pulled out.

"Fuck, mate," he grumbled, shifting uncomfortably. "Did you have to finish inside me? It feels weird."

I rolled my eyes, flopping onto my back beside him. "Oh, don't be such a baby. It's not that bad."

He shot me a glare. "Easy for you to say. You're not the one with a load of cum up your arse."

I spread my legs. "Fine, if you're going to be grumpy about it, you can cum inside me too. That's fair, right?"

He hesitated for a moment before a mischievous grin spread across his face. "Alright then, you asked for it."

He wasted no time, repositioning himself between my legs and pushing back inside in one swift motion. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, my body still sensitive from earlier.

As he began fucking me with long, deep strokes, "Come on, Wellsy," I panted. "Show me what you've got."

He growled, picking up the pace. His hips slapped against mine harder and harder. My dick was soft but I felt as if he was making me cum again.

He pounded into me, "You feel so good," Wells groaned, his rhythm becoming erratic. "I'm close..."

I clenched around him, urging him on. "Do it," I panted and copying the girls I'd fucked I said, "Fill me up."

With a final, deep thrust his body tensed as he came. I felt the warmth of his release flooding me, as he collapsed on top of me, both of us panting heavily.

After a moment, he rolled off, flopping onto his back beside me. We lay there in silence, catching our breath and processing what had just happened.

"Well," I finally said, breaking the silence. "That was... something."

Wells chuckled, turning his head to look at me. "Yeah, you could say that again. How do you feel?"

I shifted slightly, wincing at the soreness. "Like I've been thoroughly fucked," I admitted with a grin. "You?"

"Same," he laughed. "But in a good way, I think."

We fell into a comfortable silence, the reality of what we'd just done settling over us. It should have felt weird or awkward, but somehow, it didn't.

We lay there for a while longer, occasionally sharing a look or a laugh, basking in the afterglow.

...

As consciousness slowly crept in, the first thing I noticed was the pounding in my head, a drumbeat echoing through my skull. Sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains, painfully bright against my sensitive eyelids. I groaned, trying to piece together the fragments of the night before.

That's when I felt the warm, solid presence pressed against my back, an arm draped over my waist. Wells. The memories started flooding back, hazy but unmistakable. Us stumbling to the bedroom clothes discarded on the way. I shifted slightly, wincing at the dull ache in my ass. Oh god. We really did it.

Wells mumbled something, his arm tightening around my waist as he stirred. I felt his breath hot against my neck as he nuzzled closer, then he suddenly tensed. "Bloody hell," he groaned, his voice thick with sleep. "My arse feels like I've been riding a jackhammer."

I couldn't help but chuckle, despite the throbbing in my head. "Welcome to the club, mate."

Wells propped himself up on one elbow, his blonde hair sticking up in all directions. He squinted against the sunlight, a lopsided grin spreading across his face. "Well, I suppose we both got a proper pounding last night, didn't we?"

I nodded, "That we did mate and to top it off my head is fuckin' pounding!"

"You know what we need?" Wells said, stretching his arms above his head with a groan. "A fry-up. Best cure for a hangover and a sore arse, I reckon."

I couldn't argue with that logic. "Sounds perfect. I'll ask John if he wants to join before we head in."

We slowly pulled ourselves from the my bed, each movement accompanied by a groan or wince. As I stood, I was surprised by how... normal I felt. Sure, I was in a bit of discomfort, but I was surprisingly unfazed by the events of last night.

Wells seemed to be in a similar state, casually picking up his scattered clothes from the floor. "Oi, toss me my sock, will you? Think it landed under the bed." I fished out his sock and threw it at his head, grinning as he caught it mid-air. We dressed in comfortable silence, occasionally catching each other's eye before heading to the front door.

"As I'll ever be. John replied, he's up for some eggs and bacon."