Experienced vs Inexperienced

Elias was 22 and had only been with two people before.

Both experiences had been awkward, rushed, and ultimately disappointing.

Marcus was 45 and had been with more people than he could count. He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew how to touch, how to kiss, how to make someone fall apart.

When they met at a bar, Elias had been nervous. Marcus had been patient.

Now, three months later, Elias was in Marcus’s bed, and he was finally starting to understand what good sex felt like.

Marcus had him on his back, legs spread wide. He was taking his time — kissing Elias’s neck, sucking marks into his skin, stroking his cock with slow, deliberate movements.

“You’re so sensitive,” Marcus murmured against Elias’s throat. “So responsive. I love how you react to everything I do.”

Elias moaned, arching into Marcus’s touch.

Marcus reached between Elias’s legs and pressed two slick fingers inside him. He worked him open slowly, carefully, curling his fingers against that spot that made Elias’s vision blur.

When Marcus finally pushed his cock inside, Elias gasped at the stretch. Marcus was big, and he took his time, fucking Elias with deep, slow strokes that made Elias feel every inch.

“You’re doing so well,” Marcus praised, kissing Elias’s forehead. “Taking me so beautifully.”

Elias could only moan in response, completely lost in the feeling of being filled and cherished at the same time.

Marcus fucked him with controlled power, one hand stroking Elias’s cock while the other held his hip. When Elias finally came, it was with a broken cry, his whole body shaking. Marcus followed soon after, burying himself deep and filling Elias with thick ropes of cum.

He stayed inside him for a long moment.

Then he pulled out and gathered Elias into his arms.

“You did so well for me,” Marcus murmured, stroking Elias’s hair. “I’m so proud of you.”

Elias was still trembling.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “For being patient with me.”

Marcus kissed the top of his head.

“Always,” he murmured. “You’re worth being patient for.”

Elias closed his eyes and rested his head against Marcus’s chest.

For the first time in his life, he didn’t feel awkward or inexperienced.

He felt wanted.

Completely, overwhelmingly wanted.

By a man who knew exactly what he was doing.

And he never wanted to let him go.