My dick’s so hard it’s actually embarrassing. Like, teenage-boner-in-math-class embarrassing. It’s curved up, lifting the legof my shorts and leaking a steady drip. Every time I breathe, it twitches.
I spit again, right on his hole. Then I press my thumb against it, feeling it clench and release, clench and release, like his ass is trying to suck my thumb in.
Clench. Release.
Clench. Release.
Yeah, he’s hungry for it.
I shove my shorts down, get the waistband under my balls, and line myself up. My cockhead drags across his opening, back and forth, back and forth. The ridge catches on his rim every time, and every time, his hole tightens up. My dick bucks in response. Feels like a really hot conversation.
I could do this all day. I kind of want to do this all day.
“Three weeks,” I tell him, keeping my tone conversational as I press a little harder. “I’ve been thinking about this hole for three weeks, bro. You have no idea.”
I lean my weight forward, applying pressure, feeling the tight resistance of the ring.
“I was benching yesterday and I almost dropped the bar on my face because I was thinking about your ass, man. Would’ve died with a boner.”
Nothing from Kit other than his fake-sleep breathing. His face is blank. Eyes half-closed. A doll.
But his body’s not fooling anyone.
“Yeah,” I say, pushing my hips forward until the head starts to sink in. “Chloe’s great. She’s great. I’m not complaining.”
The head pops past the tightest part, and his ass clamps down around me.
Fuck.
It feels so good my eyes roll back in my skull. My mouth falls open and I actually have to grab the back of the couch to keep from collapsing on top of him.
“Fucking hell,” I breathe. “But she doesn’t—she doesn’t do this.”
I shove the rest of it in.
Kit’s whole body shudders and his back arches just a millimeter off the cushion.
His face stays blank.
That’s what gets me, I think. That’s what makes my dick throb inside him. He’s fighting every instinct to move, to moan, to fuck back, and he’s winning. Just lying there,taking it.He’s tough as hell and Ilike it.
I reach around his waist and find his cock.
It’s rock-hard, leaking a puddle onto the couch cushion, screaming while his face plays dead.
That’s hot.
“Yeah. You like my big cock, don’t you?” I say, feeling a little smug. “Your dick already told me everything.”
I wrap my fist loosely around his dick and sink deeper into his ass. I take it slow, partly because I don’t want to completely tear him up right out of the gate, but mostly because it feels insanely good. I refuse to blow my load before beating Finn’s pathetic forty-second record. Plus, this hole is tight as hell right now, so taking it slow is mandatory.
“Fucking tight,” I tell him, like he doesn’t know. “Wild, bro. I thought we permanently ruined this hole that night.”
Nothing.
“You’re squeezing the shit out of my dick. Best fucking hole I’ve ever hit.”
Still nothing.
