Ronnie's P.O.V

I sighed as I pulled up outside my home after a long day at work, shutting off my cars ignition then allowing myself to flop against the seat.  Work had been hard today and all I wanted to do was relax. I loosened my tie and climbed out my car, locking it then jogging up the steps that lead to the apartment that I shared with my recent boyfriend, Andy.

Andy was undoubtedly the best boyfriend I had ever had, beautiful, talented, funny the list was endless. He was also in a band like me, my band had been playing support for his band when we had met and of course it was love at first sight. After a few months of knowing each other, and sneaking around behind our band members backs, we had decided to move in with each other. The downside to our relationship was obviously the slight age difference between us and the fact that Andy was still a virgin adding to the fact that he was also quite scared to move our 'physical' relationship any further. But I didn't care, I loved him for him and was willing to wait until he was ready. Corny, Yes but untrue? No.

Eventually I reached the top floor, where me and Andy lived, I fiddled with my keys for a little while until I found the right one. I was just about to open the door when suddenly it swung open, revealing my raven haired lover. Andy beamed when he saw me and instantly pulled me in for a heated kiss, I groaned and hoisted him around my waist, making him giggle softly. I stepped into our apartment and shut the door behind me with my foot, Andy giggled cutely then slipped from my grasp allowing me to take a good look at him.

He looked as normal as he usually did when he was relaxing, his long raven locks tied into a messy pony tail and his face scrubbed free of make up. He wasn't wearing anything except his recently acquired chiffon dressing gown, which he had fallen in love with ever since it's arrival. The black, slightly see through netting of it rested  high on the pale flesh of his thigh, I swear it just loved to taunt me. Andy smiled, knowing that I was staring at him, and gave a short twirl making the skirt of the dressing gown blow upwards giving me a lovely view of his lace clad ass.

"You like?" he giggled, twirling yet again.
I nodded and skimmed a hand underneath the netting of the garment. "I do, I especially like these,"
I allowed my hand to play with the bow on the front of the lace boy shorts he wore underneath the dressing gown, tweaking and pulling it softly.
He blushed and giggled slightly.
I knew he wore these garments for me, for my pleasure and I was grateful yet sometimes I'd rather take the things he wore off than just appreciate them from a distance.

"I've ran you a bath," he murmured, looping his arms around my neck. "You might want to take advantage of that while it's still warm,"
I nodded and leaned down to kiss him again, breaking apart after a few seconds then pinching him on his ass. He giggled and swatted my hand away, turning around and walking into the kitchen. I smiled at the door where he had retreated, then started to walk towards the bathroom.

How innocent...

My mind thought as I shrugged off my jacket and tie.

...And how easily corrupted

I sighed at myself, I didn't really know how much longer I would be able to wait for him. Don't get me wrong I would and could wait but another part of my anatomy was getting more demanding as each day past. Banishing all dirty thoughts out of my mind, I walked into the spacious bathroom that me and Andy shared and immediately started stripping my work clothes off. They landed in a messy pile by the door, I bundled them up and then dumped them in the laundry basket.

Now that that was taken care of I could now enjoy my bath. I sighed dreamily and allowed myself to sink into the bubbly depths of it, loving how the water felt on my body after a hard day. Suddenly the bathroom door opened, leaving me feeling confused, I squinted through one eye and made out the figure of Andy. He smiled at me, knowing I was watching him, then slowly undid the sash of his dressing gown. The material slipped from his shoulders sensuously and landed around his ankles in a small mountain, he blushed slightly then took a few small steps towards me, eyeing the bath like he was asking for permission.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and sat up, making room for him to slide into the water with me. Hesitantly he inched into the water until he was sitting the opposite side to me, wordlessly I reached over and took his wrist in hand then pulled him gently over to me. I made him straddle my thighs, my left hand wandering along the brim of the bath to find the soap, my hand curled around it and I started lathering up my hands. Once they were coated with soap, I let them roam the younger body atop of me, stroking the slippery substance over his back, shoulders, chest and thighs.

Andy murmured in satisfaction and lowered his head so it rested on my shoulders. I kissed his own shoulder, softly brushing my lips over his collarbone until I reached his neck. I retrieved one hand from his waist and used it to tilt his chin up, allowing me to press our lips together. Andy was immediately responsive, thrusting his tongue in-between our lips and exploring my mouth with the wet muscle. While we kissed my hands wandered down to his still clothed ass, gripping the back of his lacy boy shorts and pulling hard.

I grinned with glee as I felt the material ripping underneath my hands, not stopping until they came apart in each hand.
"Bastard," Andy whined. "Those were my favourites,"
I threw the ripped material out of the bath, hearing it land with a wet splat on the floor. "What a shame,"
He wriggled slightly on my lap, then to my surprise slipped off of it and out the bath. I peered curiously at him as he bent over to retrieve our discarded clothes, he turned around and winked at me then sauntered out the bathroom.

I laid in the bath for a few extra minutes, trying to sort out my brain and figure out what that wink had meant. With my curiosity eating at me, I exited the bath and wrapped a towel around my waist then started padding barefoot to mine and Andy's bedroom. The door was slightly ajar as I approached it, allowing me to see just a tiny fraction inside.

Andy had his back to me, with both hands delving deep into the front of a new pair of boy shorts. My mind grumbled with the knowledge that he had put a new pair of underpants on but my grumblings soon stopped as a lusty moan reached my ears.

Wait a minute, was Andy...masturbating?

I could of done that for him

My mind grumbled crossly at me, but sure enough my thoughts were proved right as a second moan was emitted. Feeling a little bit like a voyeur, I tried to creep back the way I had come, just so I could give my lover some privacy while he sorted his 'friend' out. But as my foot moved backwards, it just so happened to land on the one creaky floorboard we had in the apartment, sending a loud noise echoing through the hall. Instantly Andy's head whirled around to stare at the place where I had just been standing.


"Ronnie?" he called out.

I cursed a little under my breath, seeing Andy panic and quickly take his hands away from himself and shove a mystery item underneath his pillow.

"Ronnie?" he called again, stepping closer to the door. "Is that you?"
I sighed and opened the door to our room, seeing Andy smile sheepishly at me. "Yeah, it's only me hun'"
Andy beamed and came over to me, so he could propel me over to our bed. He made me sit down on the edge, then silently pushed me down onto my back.

Woah...Wait a minute...

Before my over excitable mind could get too carried away with my thoughts, Andy tapped my thigh impatiently and waved a small bottle at me. Through my lusty haze I could just make out the words 'Massage Oil' printed on the front of the bottle. He tapped my thigh more insistently this time before I got the message and rolled onto my stomach, Andy made a sound of approval then shifted so he could straddle my thighs.

I had to bite back a moan.

Literally bite it back, I wasn't going to allow my over excited mind and or body to ruin this moment. Andy's hands pulled softly at the towel that still covered me until he had succeeded in moving the soft material away. He dropped it on the floor, then returned his hands to the bottle which he had discarded on the bedside table. I heard the sound of a bottle cap being popped, then turned my head curiously to see Andy rubbing some of the oil on his hands.

Woah...I ain't no one's bitch...

"Andy, What are you doing?" I squeaked, feeling his hands settle on my shoulders.
He made a 'Duh' face. "Giving you a massage, Duh,"
I relaxed a little then, allowing him to push me down onto the bed a little more. Next I felt his slippery, warm hands rub at my back, making me murmur in satisfaction. Andy giggled and gently rubbed at my shoulder blades, soothing the muscles there then moving lower. I stiffened slightly, well a certain part of me did, when he reached my hips. He worked his hands down both of my legs, until he seemed satisfied, then tapped me on the thigh again.

Once again I rolled over for him, completely forgetting about the half-hearted semi I supported until I saw Andy's blue orbs widen in shock. I cringed and shuffled underneath him.

"Yeah...about that..." I sighed. "I'm sorry, I'm not trying to pressure you into anything, it's just that you were rubbing me and all...so I got excited,"
Andy smiled sheepishly at me once more. "No, it's okay," he leaned forward until his hair tickled my nose. "I-I was actually planning this,"
My eyes widened in shock. "You planned this?"
"Don't act so surprised," Andy said dryly, wriggling up my body so he rested in-between my thighs.

He pointed down at my neglected cock, as if asking with his eyes if he should do something. I chuckled then placed my hands behind my head, closing my eyes and humming nonchalantly. Andy whined at me and raked his nails down my chest, unfortunately for him it didn't really effect me, except leave a few marks. Andy narrowed his eyes at me, I laughed once more at his pettiness then took his hand in mine. I guided his hand over to my package and made it grasp the base of my cock, I peaked up at Andy for a second just in case he wanted me to stop but he seemed fine.

My hand wrapped around Andy's hand and gently urged it to complete one full stroke. I did this multiple times before I finally pulled my hand away, leaving him to do it on his own. At first Andy was a bit shy but as his confidence grew he started to really get into it, making me groan by flickering his fingers over the head and teasing me with little love bites.

"Andy," I growled and gripped him under the shoulders, pulling him up into a sitting position with me. "How did you learn to do this?"
My hands skimmed up his creamy, bare shoulders then travelled back down his back to cup the soft, fleshy globes of his ass. Next I pressed his body more against mine then slowly started to roll my hips and grind upwards against him.
My lover gasped and his eyes flickered shut. "D-Do what?"
I halted the grinding of our hips and carefully picked him up, so I could splay him out on his back against the bed. I braced myself over him then started lovingly pressing kisses along his jawline and down his throat before I answered him.
"Drive me crazy,"

The little kisses continued down his chest, stopping at the waistband of the boy shorts he had recently put on. My teeth pulled softly at the elasticated fabric that prevented him from being naked, before I let it spring back against his skin. Andy bit his lip softly and wriggled underneath me, silently asking for more. I complied and kissed the aroused flesh through his boy shorts, feeling him flinch with little shocks of delight. My mouth stretched into a smile against the hardening organ, enjoying all the little moans that slipped out of him.

I rose up onto my knees and tugged his underwear off, letting him spring free of the soft, fabric confinement and tossing them to the floor beside me. Next I busied myself with pleasuring him, my mouth returned to his stomach, starting to recreate the kisses I had been placing there, I slowly made my way down his body stopping once I was eye level with his lower half. Andy made a sound of lusty approval as I took his cock in hand, smiling at him I squeezed a little watching his head fly back against the pillows.

"So sensitive my little one," I teased, running my tongue up the largish vein that decorated his shaft. I didn't get an answer back, so I continued with my exploration of his body, once more I ran my tongue along that vein then retraced my steps and took an inch of him into my mouth. Instantly he jolted, his eyes squeezing closed, his hands gripping the sheets tightly and his toes curling. I smiled slightly and drew him out of my mouth, my hand replacing it so I could pump him a little then guide him into my mouth again.

A little satisfied squeak came out from underneath me, I glanced up to find bright blue lust filled orbs staring down at me. Andy whined and bucked his hips needfully, letting himself fuck my mouth. Whilst he was distracted by this, my hand slid up his sides and kept wandering upwards until I could grip his hair. Or so I thought...

My hand had managed to somehow miss his raven locks and creep up under his pillow, the object my fingertips was now in contact with was hard, yet slightly squishy. I frowned in wonder and glanced at Andy, once seeing his eyes were closed and his jaw slack, I decided to pull the item I had found out from under his pillow. I had to stop myself from choking in complete surprise...In my hand I held a vibrator, not a normal one either but a fancy one which would probably remind you when it was your mothers birthday it was so fuckin' advanced.

So that's what he was doing in here...

I flexed my hand around the shaft of the object, feeling that it was slightly wet and sticky meaning that it had recently been used.

He must of used this while I was finishing up in the bathroom, What a dirty boy

Wordlessly I returned Andy's dirty little secret under his pillow then pulled my mouth off of him. He whined in protest but it was soon cut off into a gasp when I gripped him by the heels and yanked him over to me.
I nipped up his neck to whisper in his ear. "Where's that oil you had?"
He blushed and pointed to the bedside table. "T-There,"
Andy watched as I reached for it but then abruptly stopped me from retrieving the slippery bottle. "I already did it,"

Great, now that scene was being saved to my spank bank

Silently Andy pushed me down onto my back and straddled my hips, his hand reaching around and softly stroked the swollen flesh in-between my thighs.