He fingers my ass while I play.
“I wanna be inside you so bad,” he whimpers.
“How bad?”
“I mean, I've thought about it heaps. But…”
“Don’t be nervous.” I turn my head for a kiss. “We'll figure it out.”
“Spilled a whole bag of rice the other day when you bent over to lift a crate.”
“I saw you sweeping it up,” I laugh. “That was my fault?”
“Entirely your fault,” he scolds. “Those pants provoke naughty thoughts.”
He adds a second finger now, causing my breath to stall.
“Ahhh…”
Eyes closed, I rest my head against the tiles.
“Porter…” I whisper.
“Yeah?”
I can tell he’s still nervous.
“Are you gonna fuck me?”
“Uh huh. Turn around. Lift your leg again.”
???
Cock firm in his hand, he teases between my cheeks.
I’ve been jacking off to steamy videos every night.
I know he does the same, cos I can hear him through the wall.
And they’ve taught me a few things.
I know this might hurt, having him inside me.
So I brace myself for the pain.
But Porter takes it nice and slow.
Easing himself in and out, in and out.
Inch by inch.
“Ohhh…” I moan.
“Like it?”
“Like it. Slow is good. Slow is good…”
“Fuck…” Porter gasps. “That tight little virgin ass.”
