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Slapping my bare ass, he pointed to the door. “Upstairs, boy. And when you get there, I want you on all fours at the end of my bed. Do you understand?”
I had to quickly squeeze my dick before I was the next one to blow his load. “Now?” I asked.
He smacked my ass again, so I bolted out the bathroom door and jogged down the hallway, naked as a Jaybird, with him right behind. Once at the top of the stairs, his bedroom was dimly lit, the blackout blinds still down because I’d wakened him earlier.
I yanked the comforter off the bed and did as he requested, waiting for his arrival. Several seconds, and then a minute, passed before I turned my head to see where he was, thinking he hadn’t come upstairs yet. But there he was, standing right behind me.
“Incredible,” he said. “So smooth and perfect, boy.”
Cole came to his knees behind me and placed his mouth on my hole. A bolt of lightning zipped through me, an overload of pleasure hitting my senses. One minute into foreplay, and he’d found my weakness.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, arching my back.
He placed a hand on each ass cheek and separated them, fully exposing my pleasure button. His tongue explored as his hands kept a grip on my cheeks. I felt nasty, but the thrill was worth any hesitation I had regarding this being our first experience and he was already eating my ass.
“So hot, boy,” he muttered, burying his tongue in me and tugging on my balls. “I love boy pussy.”
He held my balls tightly and milked them, sending shock waves of thrilling pain as he continued munching on my hole. I reached between my legs to stroke my cock, but he brushed my hand away.
“Cole!” I huffed, fighting for breath as the thrill of him driving me insane was too much. “I want to come so bad,” I whimpered. His answer? He spit on my hole and began swirling a finger over it. “Uunghhh,” I cried, barely intelligible.
He pushed his finger past my slobbered-on entrance and let it rest just inside as I got used to it. Then his free hand slid under me and to my cock and he began simultaneously rubbing as he worked his finger in small circles, loosening my hole.
“Relax, boy,” he soothed, expertly pulling my strings as I wiggled and writhed under his direction. “I want you ready for my cock,” he growled, sending shivers up my spine. “Here we go,” he added, pressing a second finger into my asshole. “There you go, boy. Nice and easy like, you nasty little stud.”
Cole’s deep bedroom voice was seductive, entrancing, and driving me wild with anticipation. I wanted him inside me so badly that I had to focus on not coming from the rush of anticipation I was experiencing.
I have no idea where it came from, but I heard the snap of a condom as he sheathed his tool. Then the opening and closing of a lid before he tossed a small bottle of lube next to me on the bed. Instinctually, I relaxed. I’d tasted what he was working with in the shower. This would not be a walk in the park by any measure, but I could hardly wait.
“I need you in me, Mr. Hicks,” I said, laying my face sideways on the bed, splaying my arms to the side, and exposing my ass.
He slapped the head of his cock against my asshole, a warning shot of what was coming. “Take a deep breath, boy,” he urged, securing my hips in his hands. “Nice and easy now.”
I felt the usual pressure associated with a cock entering my asshole, but Cole was smooth. He broke through my resistance and then paused, letting me relax and take long, slow breaths. After he felt I was ready, he slowly pushed in, inch by inch, before retreating and starting again. Each advance was timed to allow me to give in a little more with each inch of cock.
“So good,” I moaned, relaxing around his considerable girth. “Keep going.”
“You feel so good, boy,” he stated. “So tight and sexy.”
He laid a hand on the small of my back and pressed down so he could get the perfect angle to penetrate me fully. Once fully in me, he held himself there, stretching me. After a moment, he pulled his length almost all the way out before sliding back in. We met each other’s thrusts slowly until I was comfortable with all of his cock.
He increased his pace and built a rhythm that was beginning to wake my magic button from its yearlong slumber. Each thrust ran over my prostate, causing me to squirm with a rush of satisfaction. Jolts of incredible desire shot through my groin with every pass of his cock over my sex almond.
“Ooohhhh,” I moaned, moving my hands above my head, and squeezing the pillow there, diving headlong into the sexual pleasure pool of him making love to me. “Harder.”
“Yeah, boy?”
“Harder, please,” I begged, moving my head from side to side as I began losing control. I wanted to stay in this zone for hours, but my last release had been too long ago for that. “Faster, Cole!” I yelled. “Please, harder. Faster.”
Cole held my hips tightly and began pumping into me furiously, our perspiring skin slapping against each other. “You’re being awfully polite, boy. Let loose and voice your true feelings while I fuck your ass hard,” he growled, breathing hard. “Fuck you’re hot!”
He was right; I was being verbally passive because this was our first time, and I knew I was holding back. When my prostate received pressure and repeated action, like it was now, I could not control myself. The intensity for a man when his prostate is being manipulated, fingered, or abused by a dick, is second to no other orgasm on record.
So much for modesty and decorum. “Fuck my ass!” I spat. “Hit that spot, Daddy. Hit it hard!”
“Nice, boy. Daddy, is it?” Cole asked. “Now you’re fucking talking, boy.”
Both of us were breathing wildly as he slammed into me. My toes curled as I fought the warning my prostate was sending my brain. The wave was building, and I was riding it, praying it’d never break and ruin the hang time. But like all waves, they always hit the shore, and I was about to do the same.
