Topping my Twink Bf Raw

Title: “Bareback Bliss with my Boyfriend”

Liam and I had been roommates for nearly a year, but it wasn’t until last night that I truly discovered what lay beneath his tight jeans and fitted t-shirts. Our shared apartment was quiet, with the usual hum of the refrigerator and the faint glow of the streetlights filtering through the blinds. I was sprawled on the couch, flipping through channels, when Liam emerged from his bedroom, his chiseled chest glistening with a light sheen of sweat.

He had just stepped out of the shower, a thin towel precariously draped around his waist, leaving little to the imagination. My eyes traced the lines of his toned abs, down to the V-shaped muscles that disappeared beneath the terrycloth barrier. I felt a familiar stirring in my gym shorts, a tingle that began low in my groin and spread throughout my body.

“You’re up late,” he said, his voice breaking the silence. “Couldn’t sleep?” Liam leaned against the doorframe, his golden skin illuminated by the hallway light.

I shook my head, my gaze still fixed on his half-naked form. “Just waiting for you, I guess,” I replied, a hint of flirtation in my tone.

Liam smirked, clearly noticing the effect his presence had on me. He crossed the room with purposeful strides, his towel riding dangerously low on his hips. Settling onto the couch beside me, our thighs brushed, sending a jolt of electricity through my body.

“I have a confession to make,” Liam said, his breath tickling my ear. “I’ve had my eye on you for a while now. The way you fill out those shorts, the way your hair falls in your eyes… I can’t stop thinking about you.”

I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. “I’ve been thinking about you too,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

Liam leaned in closer, his lips mere inches from mine. I could smell the clean scent of his shampoo, the musky undertones of his skin. “What do you want, baby?”

“I want you,” I breathed, closing the distance between us. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, soft and demanding all at once. My hands roamed his chest, the pads of my fingers tracing the dips and curves of his muscles.

Liam pushed me back onto the couch, his body hovering over mine. He tugged at the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. His mouth traveled down my neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses along my collarbone. I squirmed beneath him, aching for his touch.

“Liam,” I gasped, my fingers tangling in his damp hair. “I need you.”

He smiled against my skin, his teeth grazing my nipple. “All in good time,” he murmured, his hand slipping beneath the waistband of my shorts.

Fireworks exploded behind my eyes as Liam’s fingers wrapped around my hardening shaft. He stroked me slowly, his palm slick with the precum beading at the tip. I bucked my hips, silently begging for more.

“But I don’t want to wait anymore,” he said, rising from the couch. With a swift tug, Liam discarded his towel, revealing his own impressive length, already rock hard and begging for attention.

He eased my shorts down my legs, leaving me bare and exposed. Liam climbed back onto the couch, his body aligning with mine until we were hip to hip, chest to chest. I could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the hard press of his erection against my thigh.

“Wrap your legs around me,” Liam commanded, his voice low and gravelly. I did as I was told, locking my ankles above his waist. He reached between us, grabbing the bottle of lube he had strategically placed on the coffee table.

I watched, transfixed, as Liam coated his fingers in the slick substance. He circled my tight ring of muscle, teasing and probing until I was dizzy with anticipation. Slowly, he pushed a finger inside, testing my responsiveness.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned, the sensation both foreign and delicious. Liam added a second finger, scissoring and twisting until I was writhing beneath him.

Once he was satisfied with my preparation, Liam withdrew his fingers, leaving me empty and aching. I whimpered at the loss, but quickly forgot my disappointment as he positioned himself at my entrance. With a firm thrust, he breached me, the head of his cock popping past my resistance.

I cried out at the sudden intrusion, my back arching off the couch. Liam hilted himself fully in one smooth motion, burying himself to the root. I could feel every ridge and vein, every inch of his hot, hard flesh, as he stretched me wide.

“Breathe, baby,” Liam soothed, giving me a moment to adjust. “You’re doing so well.”

And then he started to move, pulling almost entirely out before slamming back inside me. I met him thrust for thrust, my hips grinding against his. The world narrowed to nothing but the hot slide of skin against skin, the slick sounds of our bodies coming together again and again.

Liam’s pace grew faster, more frantic. He angled his hips, hitting that sweet spot that made me see stars. My own neglected cock bobbed against my stomach, a thin string of precum connecting my tip to my abdomen.

“Liam,” I panted, my voice strained. “I’m so close.”

“Come for me,” he growled, his thumb swiping over the leaking slit of my dick. “I want to feel you squeeze around my cock.”

It only took a few more thrusts before I was hurtling over the edge. My orgasm tore through me, my vision whiting out as I spilled over Liam’s hand and my own chest. I clenched around him, milking his length for all it was worth.

With a guttural cry, Liam followed me into bliss. His hips stuttered, his rhythm faltering as he buried himself deep one last time. I could feel his cock pulsing, his hot seed filling me up.

We collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, our chests heaving as we tried to catch our breath. Liam draped himself over me, his semi-hard length still nestled snugly inside my fluttering hole.

“That was fucking incredible,” he said, pressing a kiss to my damp forehead. “I knew you’d feel amazing, but that was beyond anything I could have imagined.”

I hummed in agreement, my eyelids growing heavy. The combination of my post-orgasmic bliss and Liam’s warmth was making me sleepy. “Again?” I mumbled, already halfway to dreamland.

Liam chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Sleep now, baby. Round two is still to come.”

And with that promise, I drifted off, safe and content in the arms of the man who had just rocked my world in ways I never thought possible.