“Is it good?”
“Yeah,” he pants against my skin. “Yeah. It’s… weird. But… good. Really good.”
I wiggle my finger inside him as I take the head of his cock back into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. His hips start to move again, a slow rocking motion, fucking himself on my finger and into my mouth. I find a little nub inside him, and when I press it, he convulses, a hoarse shout torn from his throat.
“Oh, God! What the fuck!”
“Should I stop?” I say, letting his dick slip from my lips.
“No! Don’t. Don’t stop. Do that again.”
So I do. I press it, and he arches his back, driving himself back between my lips. “There. Right there.” His face is a mask of pure bliss. His eyes are screwed shut. His mouth is open. I’m getting so turned on by this, by the power I have over him, by seeing him lose control like this, that I think I could come just from the sight of him.
But I don’t want to come yet. I want this to last. I want to live in this moment forever. North, on top of me, inside me, around me. North, everywhere.
“I want to fuck you,” I whisper against his cock. “Can I fuck you, North?”
8
North’s eyes fly open. His pupils are blown wide, swallowing the honey. He stares down at me. My finger is still inside him. My lips are brushing against his cock. I can feel his pulse hammering against my tongue.
“Say that again,” he says.
“I want to fuck you.”
“Jesus, Gav.” He pulls back, and my finger slides out of him. Then he gets off the bed. He stands there, in the middle of the room, fully naked, fully erect, a sheen of sweat on his skin.
He walks over to the half-open boxes and starts rifling through them, tossing things aside. I think I’ve made a mistake. I’ve pushed it too far. I’ve ruined it. He’s looking for a fresh pair of clothes, something to put on, so he can get the hell away from me.
Then he turns to me with a bottle of lube in his hand. “If you’re gonna put that thing in me,” he says, “we’re gonna need this.”
He straddles my chest, the muscles in his thighs caging my slender body in. He looks down at me, stroking himself,leaking precum onto the hollow of my throat. It drips down my collarbone.
“So? What are you waiting for? Get lubed up, Marsh. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
All the confidence I just had evaporates. “North, I’ve never… you know. I’ve never done that.”
“And you think I’ve ever had a dick up my ass? We’re both in uncharted territory, buddy.”
“Then I guess we figure it out together.” I uncap the bottle and squeeze a generous amount onto my fingers. The cold gel is a shock as I spread it over my cock.
North watches me, stroking himself slowly, his other hand pinching a nipple. “Now get me ready.”
My cock is throbbing as I reach for him, a lubed finger tracing the tight pucker of his hole. He’s more relaxed this time, and my finger slides in easily. He’s so soft on the inside, so different from all that hard muscle. I add another finger, and then a third, scissoring them, stretching him, spreading the lube. He’s panting, rocking back against my hand, fucking himself on my fingers.
“Okay, I think that’s enough prep,” he says, his voice strained. “If you keep that up, I’m gonna come already, and I want to ride your dick when I do. Goddamn, look at that thing. Put that fucking monster inside me, Gavin. Let me feel it.”
I pull my fingers out and grip the base of my cock, guiding it toward him. He positions himself over me, and then he starts to lower himself. The head of my cock presses against his lubed-up entrance. There’s resistance. So much resistance. I don’t think it’s going to fit. I’m not sure if I should push harder. I don’t want to hurt him.
Then North bears down, and with a sudden give, the head of my cock breaches the tight ring of muscle, and I’m inside.
We both cry out.
It’s… so much. So tight. So warm. A fist of pure muscle clamped around me. North is trembling, a full-body shudder, and he lets out a harsh gasp. He’s still for a long moment, just breathing. I can feel the rapid beat of his heart through the walls of his ass.
“You okay?” I ask.
“Gav… holy shit. It burns like a motherfucker,” he says through gritted teeth. “Don’t move.”
