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Chapter 5: Fully Inside Me
I woke up at some point in the deep middle of the night and didn't know why at first.
The apartment was dark and completely quiet. The TV was off. I could see the sky through the window, it had a shade of dark blue that meant it was still several hours from morning. I thought I might be able to see the big dipper. Charlie's arm was heavy and warm, resting on my body, his breathing slow and perfectly even against the back of my neck.
I lay there, awake, thinking about the feelings in my body.
The cage was still on. I kept forgetting about it. But of course, I’m a boy, and I think about my dick every few seconds, and I remember. I slowly reached down to touch it, the cool metal, the already familiar pressure it placed on my body part inside it. My flesh pushed against it automatically, the blood flow occurring instantly every time I touched it, even if it had nowhere to go. I felt the contained ache, and practiced letting it settle.
Then I noticed the plug was gone from my ass.
It had slipped out at some point while I slept, and it was somewhere in the sheets behind me, but the sensation of it was still there, the fullness of it, the ghost of the stretch it had left behind. Charlie's fingers earlier had done a thorough job at pulling me open, and the plug had solidified an enduring openness. The absence of the plug didn't change what Charlie had done. I was still looser than normal, and still slick with lube that hadn't dried in my ass.
I shifted slightly, moving closer to him. Charlie's breathing didn't change.
His arm tightened once in his sleep, a reflex, pulling me back against him, and I felt him. I registered that his big rod was touching me, applying some pressure. And he was very hard.
The pressure was full and heavy against my body, extending from my ass to my lower back, his body expressing how strong and virile he was through his premature morning wood. His hips were relaxed against me. He wasn't doing anything. He was just asleep. But his hard pole pressed against me, and I was slick with lube.
I moved into him further, just with my hips, pressing back and feeling him slide against me, the weight of him dragging against my skin. His abs touched my back and his breathing stayed slow.
His arm stayed heavy across my chest as I kept moving, a small rocking motion, feeling the pressure of him build against me with each pass. I moved higher, and lower, and didn’t even realize what I was doing until the head of his dick pressed directly against my hole.
My cage was filling with blood and had nowhere to put it and the ache of it became enormous, but distant at the same time, less important than what was happening behind me.
I pressed back again and felt the pressure increase. Another press and my butt cheeks were hugging the apple at the end of his third leg. I moved my hips just slightly, adjusting the angle, feeling my way toward something I wasn’t even sure existed, some sensation I could just catch a glimpse of, but I was chasing. On the next press the head of him caught against the opening and stopped there, and I went completely still.
He was still deeply asleep, confirmed by the not-quiet breathing he was releasing onto my neck, his big chest rising and falling. His chin still rested at the top of my head, his whole body relaxed and warm.
I stayed still and felt the pressure of him right there at my entrance, just there, not moving, and felt my own body respond to the pressure with a low clench that somehow pulled rather than pushed. Even without penetration, it was stretching me already, just the presence of it at my hole.
I moved back another fraction of an inch, just enough to feel the stretch widen by another centimeter, the opening resistance of it. I felt the girth of him, the full circumference of it touching me, much wider than the plug, wider than his fingers, and I held there and breathed and let my body adjust to the pressure.
My heart was going hard enough that I could feel it in my throat.
I pressed back again, and the head went in.
The stretch opened all at once, a full ring of pressure that moved up my spine in a single wave, and I froze with my hands gripping the sheets and my jaw locked and my entire body clenched as my hole tightened around him. The cage filled to capacity and started leaking immediately, a thin warmth down my inner thigh. I felt every millimeter of the circumference of him holding me open, and it took every ounce of strength in me to stop myself from moving.
I stayed there, my heart pounding, completely full, just with the head of him and already more stretched than I had been prepared for.
It was too much. It was way too much.
But I couldn’t stop myself. It also felt right, in a weird way I had no frame of reference for.
I stayed still and breathed and let my body stretch around him and felt the cage leaking steadily, and thought about nothing at all.
Charlie's hand moved.
It slid from my chest down my side, slow, still half asleep, finding my hip. His fingers spread across my hip bone and held there. I felt the exact moment he registered what was happening, the stillness that came over his body, the way his breathing paused for just a fraction of a second.
Then I felt an exhale on my hear, along with the faintest sound, almost nothing, a half-asleep chuckle.
His hand tightened on my hip.
"About time," he said, his voice rough with sleep.
He rolled me onto my stomach in one motion, smooth and certain, keeping the head inside as he moved, settling his weight over me. I felt the full press of him above me, his chest on my back, his hips finding their position.
I felt his spit land on my ass, where his dick met my hole.
And he pushed in slowly, almost too slowly. Each fraction of a centimeter arrived separately, my body opening around him in tense increments, the stretch building in layers as he went deeper, moving my organs around, one by one. I had my hands flat on the mattress and my face turned to the side and I breathed through each additional length of him, waiting, scared, but wanting more.
"Breathe," he said, his mouth suddenly at my ear.
I breathed. And he pushed deeper. I felt him past where the plug or his fingers had ever reached, into territory that was entirely new, and my body registered each new inch with a full system response, everything tightening and then releasing and then tightening again.
His pubes touched my ass, his abs on my lower back. He went all the way in and stopped.
I lay there completely full and completely still. It felt like a ball of lead was inside my lower abdomen, but Charlie’s muscles were wrapping me up, an emotional security blanket. Even through all those strange sensations, I never felt more safe. And somehow, through all of it, my cock was throbbing, begging for release. I felt the cage grinding into the mattress under me, and the leaking that hadn't stopped since the head went in.
He pulled back slowly. Then forward. I was aware of exactly which parts of me were responding to him, and which were still tensed up. My hole was on fire, but my internal organs were situated, comfortable with the new arrangement.
He pulled out a full inch, and the changing girth of his dick let my hole slightly relax, which I noted, before he pushed back in, expanding me to the maximum girth of the base of him.
He found a rhythm and stayed with it as I sank deeper into the myriad new feelings that came up. There were paradoxical pangs of pleasure that mixed with tingles of a pleasurable half-numbness. He started to go deep and slow, each stroke full and deliberate, his hands anchoring my hips and holding them where he wanted them. The cage pressed into the mattress with every forward stroke.
“We’re getting to the good stuff,” he muttered, and I knew what he meant.
His pace changed, incrementally, gradually. His hands moved, one staying on my hip and one finding the back of my neck, sort of holding me down, and partly just holding me exactly in place.
He began breathing harder, and I started to moan when the repetitive motions started to hit a specific spot that felt good every time it was stimulated.
“You like it,” he said, more of a statement than a question.
I felt something shift, an angle change, something he found that the plug had never reached, and my body responded to it before my brain did, a full clench that moved through me in a wave, and I heard myself make a sound into the pillow.
He did it again. Same angle, same depth, and the wave came again, bigger this time, and I felt the cage leaking steadily and felt something building in my body that had no exit and kept compounding.
The third time he hit that point something released that I hadn't known was possible that way. Not from the cage, which stayed locked, but from somewhere deeper, a long slow release that moved through me from the inside out, and I heard myself make a sound I had never made before, and then I felt something warm and I realized what it was a second after it happened.
I had pissed myself. Not much, but enough to know.
I didn't move. I stayed present. His pace didn't change.
He was close. I could feel it in the way his breathing had changed, the way his hips had lost their evenness and found something more urgent, the way his hands had tightened on me. I had been present for a couple of his orgasms already, and I felt like I knew his body at this point.
He pressed his full weight down into me, burying himself and going still while his steel hard dick expanded to its maximum size, fully pumped for a moment, before it pulsed rapidly. He exhaled strongly against the back of my neck as he released his seed inside me, his whole body shuddering a couple times before settling his weight onto his hips, pushing into my ass.
I felt the juice inside me, and the warmth of it. I lay there with my face in the pillow and my hands in the sheets and the wet mattress beneath me and felt something in my chest, some sort of emotional catharsis, a contextual orgasm, received vicariously from Charlie.
We stayed like that for a moment, his weight on me, both of us still.
He pulled out slowly, and when it popped out, I felt the absence of him immediately, the sudden emptiness, my body adjusting back.
He gave me a slap on my ass as he rolled off.
"You're welcome," he said, and got up and walked into the bathroom.
I rolled away from the stain I had made, and lay there in the dry part of the sheets, and stared at the ceiling. I listened to the shower start up through the wall.
I thought about the first morning in the gym, the hip hinge, the open curtain, his balls in my palm, the “accidental” blowjob. All the things he had taught me came to me at once, all the things I had written down in my journal while my roommate snored.
I came to college to be a man.
The shower turned off. He came back into the room and got into bed and rolled over facing away from me. His broad, smooth back was right there, uncovered. I looked at him for a moment and then put my arm around his side. He reached up without turning over and pulled my arm into his chest and held it there, his hand over mine.
We lay like that in the dark and I listened to his breathing slow back down, and felt the warmth of his back against my chest and felt the cage, and his hand holding mine against his chest.
I closed my eyes, subconsciously nibbling on his hair with my lips.