The Boy With the Golden Eyes
by London Lampy
Jack stroked his hand along the smooth expanse of golden skin that was Exit's naked back, then kept going, down his tail until he reached the tip, which wrapped itself around his fingers.
"I love the way you can do that." He said, marvelling at the control he had over it. It occurred to Jack that the end section could just as easily coil itself around other parts of his body, and he filed that thought away for another time.
"You need to lift if out of the way, can you do that?" He asked, Exit didn't reply but simply complied with the request, moving his tail so it lay along his back and curled over his side. He was undressed and lying on his front on the blankets, a spare blanket folded to make a pillow sat under his head. They'd both agreed that it would be the best position for him to be in, at least to start with. Jack was also naked, and very aroused, both from the knowledge of what they were about to do, and from the way the echoback boy was laid out for him.
"Open your legs." Jack asked. "A bit more please, yes, that's it." He breathed, admiring the sight before him as he knelt between them. In the candlelight he could see the boys balls, lightly dusted with soft blue black hair, the cleft of his buttocks, the small puckered indentation that was his goal and the crease at the base of his tail, the secret spot where he loved to be touched, although Jack hoped to show him another, even more hidden place that he would hopefully get just as much pleasure from.
He picked up the small tin with shaking hands, he was much too excited already, there was a small trickle of pre come leaking out of his cock, and he was worried that if he didn't calm down he would rush things and end up hurting the smaller boy, which was the very last thing he wanted to do. He bit down hard on his bottom lip, the pain and the ferrous taste of blood working as a distraction.
Jack opened the lid and scooped a small amount of the lube onto his finger, he wasn't about to attempt to push straight inside, he wanted Exit to get used to the sensation of being touched in a place where no one else had ever touched him before. He ran his finger slowly up and down the whole length of his ass crack while using his other hand to rub the base of his tail.
"How does that feel?" He asked, making his finger movements smaller until he was just teasing his entrance. The question was somewhat unnecessary as Exit was making small noises of pleasure that were doing nothing to help Jack's level of arousal.
"I like it." Came the almost whispered reply.
"I'm going to get a bit more lube and start putting my finger in, only a small way for now." He held his finger up to show what he meant.
He was slightly surprised at how little resistance he met, his finger slid in past the tight ring of muscle with ease, but as he was still stimulating the crease of Exit's tail so he guessed that was keeping him relaxed.
"How does that feel now?" He experimentally moved the digit in and out.
"Strange, sort of nice, it doesn't hurt at all."
"Good." Jack was encouraged, but he knew was a lot of difference between half of one finger and his entire cock. "I'm going to put the whole thing in." He pushed until he was up to his knuckle, Exit responded by alternately clenching and relaxing around him, and Jack once again bit down on his lip to try and divert his thoughts from just how good that would feel around his erection.
"Ready to try another finger?" He asked, leaning forward and kissing Exit on the shoulder.
"I'll take it slow again, I promise."
"You don't need to promise, I trust you." The smaller boys words gave Jack a sensation deep inside that had nothing to do with lust.
As he eased out Exit made a small sound of disappointment. "I need more lube before I put the next one in." He explained, coating his finger with the slippery substance then slowly pushed it back in.
"Now I'm going to show you how good this can feel." Once he was all the way in again he altered the angle of his fingers until he found what he was seeking, a surprised gasp of pleasure let him know he had got it right. Jack only touched him very lightly there, not yet knowing how much stimulation he could take.
"What...what did you just do, and can you do it again?"
Jack answered the second part of the question first by repeating his actions. "It's called a prostate, don't know why it feels good to be touched there but it does." He said, doing it again, the sounds he was causing the other boy to make going straight to his cock and making it twitch, he couldn't help letting out a frustrated groan.
"What's wrong?" Exit asked him.
"I'm just being impatient, don't worry, I'm fine."
"You want to fuck me now?"
Jack groaned again, even his words were sending jolts of lust through him. "Yes, but you're not ready yet."
"What do you mean?"
"You need to stretch a bit more first."
"I feel ready, just do it, fuck me." He really wasn't sure how much more he could take, hearing Exit say that made him want to start pounding away.
"I don't want to hurt you." He said, using every bit of self control he had.
"If it hurts and I ask you to stop, I know you'll stop."
"All right, but you have to tell me if it does hurt. Once I've taken my fingers out turn over."
"Because when we're doing it I want to look at you, not the back of your head."
The smaller boy rolled onto his back, letting his tail settle beside his thigh, and despite his desire Jack couldn't help but sit back on his heels and admire him. All the bad things that had happened in his life recently were forgotten, right now, this moment, this was all he wanted.
"Lift your legs up and put your hands behind your knees." Jack requested huskily, helping him into the right position. He then coated his cock in lube and worked some more into Exit for good measure too.
Jack then got into position himself, holding his erection in one hand he supported his weight with the other, awkwardly leaning down to give the echoback boy a quick kiss before starting to guide himself in. It was a snug fit but the lube helped and after a few moments he got the head in, but he stopped when he head a sharp intake of breath.
"That is bigger than your fingers." Exit said, his voice slightly shaky.
"I'll stop for a bit, let you adjust." Although Jack wanted to do nothing more than sink into his hot, tight flesh he knew he would never forgive himself if he lost control now. To help Exit relax Jack moved his hand off himself and began to stroke his cock, and once again he carefully dipped his head down to kiss him, this time using his tongue, exploring the inside of the smaller boys mouth with it. After a couple of minutes of this he could feel that Exit's internal muscles had relaxed somewhat.
"You all right for me to go a bit deeper?" He asked, very much hoping to receive an affirmative answer.
"Yes, it's actually starting to feel kind of good."
Jack smiled, that was what he wanted to hear. He eased himself in a little further, when he reached what he thought was about half way he stopped again. He still had his hand on Exit's erection and he was aware that his hand had become quite slick from his pre come, and Exit had begun to make those appealing noises again.
"You ready for the rest?"
"Yes." Came the whispered reply.
Once he was fully encased he stopped and kissed him again. "You feel amazing." He breathed, looking down at his smaller lover. He then began to move, slowly at first, and he was delighted to realise that Exit was picking up the rhythm and and moving with him. "Ah...Jack." He moaned as things got a little faster.
Jack decided to change positions slightly, he wanted to be able to see as much of his partner as possible, and he wanted to try to hit his internal sweet spot. He sat back, gently pulling Exit with him. "Put your feet up here." He indicated his shoulders. When they had rearranged themselves to Jack's satisfaction, with him once again stroking the other boys shaft Jack began to thrust in earnest. He altered the angle of his strokes until he heard Exit give out a loud gasp.
"There?" Jack asked, slowing down a bit as he felt himself getting closer to orgasm.
He could feel Exit's body growing taught beneath him. "Do you want to come?" He said, feeling the tension increasing in his own body.
"Uh huh." Came the reply, and taking that to be a yes he speeded up both the motions of his hand and the speed of his thrusts.
"Jack...I'm..." Was all Exit managed before Jack felt him spasm around his cock and his hand was filled with warm liquid. He felt the exploding pleasure of his own orgasm engulf him, he didn't even try to fight it and he let out a loud groan as he filled the smaller boy with his hot seed. He didn't think he had ever come for quite so long or quite so hard and for a fair few moments after he couldn't focus, until eventually he was able to see Exit looking up at him, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his pretty eyes half closed.
"Thank you." Jack panted, bringing the hand the other boy had just ejaculated into to his face and licking it clean.
"Why are you thanking me?" Exit asked quietly.
"For letting me do that, for it being so fucking good." Jack moved, sliding himself out of Exit's body then lying down beside him. He pulled one of the blankets over them and wrapped his arm around the other boy, who wriggled in as close to him as he could get. They lay silently for a while, until Exit spoke.
"What you just did, when you licked my stuff off your hand, didn't that taste bad?"
"No, you taste fine, haven't you ever tasted yourself? The next time we come up here I'll suck you, make you come in my mouth."
"I like the sound of that." Came the reply, followed by a loud yawn.
"Hey...don't fall asleep." Jack nudged him. "Perhaps we'd better get back."
"No, not yet." Exit rolled onto his side and put his head on Jacks chest. "This feels too good."
"When do you turn sixteen?" Jack asked, deciding that the best way to prevent either of them from going to sleep was to keep talking.
"'bout four months, why?"
"I might be out of here by then, but I'll come back and get you as soon as you can leave. They can't keep you after your birthday, can they?"
"Don't think so, but you might not be in the city, I bet when the recruiting sergeant comes around next time and sees you he'll want you for the army, then they'll send you away somewhere, maybe even to the Northern Continent."
"Fuck that I'm staying in the Parnell, I'm not leaving you, or the others. If Fletcher gets me my money maybe we could rent a flat or something, or get jobs, I don't know, but I'm not just going to leave you."
"What jobs could we do?" Exit asked curiously.
"Hmm...we could build houses, I could carry all the bricks and heavy stuff and you could put the tiles on the roofs." He laughed. "Or maybe we could be farmers, I kind of know how to do that, I could teach you how to milk a goat."
"I'm not sure there are any farms in Parnell, and I don't think I'd make a good goat milker." Exit sounded amused at the thought. "I prefer the roof idea. Perhaps you could peel potatoes, you're good at that, is peeling potatoes a job?"
"I don't know, but I'd do it to keep us together." He kissed the top of Exit's head. "I'd do anything, even work down the sewers."
"No, you can't do that, then you'd small bad, and you small nice."
"Do I?" Jack asked, beyond regular bathing he'd never much considered what he smelled like.
"Yes, you smell like Jack." He said, then yawned again.
"Stop it, that's catching." Jack yawned too. "We really should go, we can't risk falling asleep up here. Can you imagine how much shit we'd be in if we weren't at morning prayers?"
"I can, it wouldn't be pretty." Exit rolled onto his back and sat up. "Are we really going to do it, get out of here and live together with no nuns telling us what to do? Sometimes it feels like I'm going to spend my whole life in this place, I can't even think what it would be like not to be here, just to be able to do what ever I wanted."
"What do you want to do?" Jack enquired, realising he'd told Exit what he wanted for their future, but he hadn't asked his wishes.
"I want to sleep as much as I can." He started, listing the points off on his fingers. "Not have to get up just because the lights have come on. I never want to go to chapel or have to pray or give thanks to the gods again, I don't even think they exist, or if they do they don't listen to prayers. I want my own hot, clean bath water and never have to share it with anyone else, I don't want to ever again copy anything out from a stupid religious text, I want to be able to have sex with you as often as I like and not have to worry about getting caught, or have to sneak around. I want to eat biscuits and chocolates and sweets every day not just on special days, and as much as I want. I really don't want anyone to ever suggest cutting my tail off again, and I don't want to have to keep it strapped down all the time. I want to grow my hair longer, every time it starts to look the way I like it they cut it and I want to wear another colour other than grey. I never, ever want to be made to eat liver, or kidney or heart or tongue again. I don't want to be told that I'm a sinner because I prefer boys to girls, I want a pair of socks without holes in them, and a pair of boots that haven't been worn by ten other boys before me, but most of all..." He took a deep breath. "...I just want to get out of this fucking place!"
Jack propped himself up on his elbows and stared, Exit rarely spoke more than was necessary, especially on the subject of himself. "I promise." Jack said. "I promise you, we will get out of here, and we will be together."
"Thank you." Came the quiet reply.
They gathered up their clothes and began to dress. "My tail is sticky." Exit complained as he strapped it down.
"Sorry." Jack apologised. "I should have thought to bring something to clean up with, I forgot about that part."
Exit stopped what he was doing and looked at Jack, his eyebrows drawn together in a small frown. "How many other people have you done it with before?"
"Only one, a boy from back home."
"Do you miss him?"
"A bit." Jack admitted, buttoning up his shirt. "But if I had to choose between you and him I'd choose you." He caught the smaller boy in an embrace from behind and pressed a kiss to his temple.
Jack thought about it, he wasn't sure he could explain, he'd liked Sam, and he'd certainly enjoyed the evenings they spent discovering just how much fun two naked young men could have together, but the way he felt about Exit was different, it was more than friendship, more than lust.
"He didn't have a tail." Jack joked. "Or golden eyes." He then spoke quietly, directly in Exit's ear, his tone turning more serious. "And he wasn't you."
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