Page 39 of The Turning of the Tables

“I’m—God—going in deeper. It’s—wider—I’m stretching, moving.God.”

“That’s it. Stretch yourself. I want you open for me.”

I desperately wanted to touch my erection, to wrap my hand around myself and create the friction that would send me cascading over the edge—but I wanted Elliot to come more. “I’m so close. Almost open enough.”

I remembered the feeling of his cock, thick and hot, as he pushed it into me. And suddenly the narrow side wasn’t enough. I pulled it out and turned it, stripping off the lubed condom and putting another on the wider side. “I’m ready,” I panted. “I’m going to fuck myself for you.”

“On your back,” he gasped.

“Yes.”

“Legs spread, pushing your hips up so I can see that sweet ass.”

I pushed with my feet, sliding the wide side of the dildo, covered in lube, inside myself, slow at first. “Oh, God,” I moaned. “You’re so fucking thick.”

Elliot grunted out a small growl. “And you’re so fuckingtight. Fuck, Seth, you’reso fucking tight.”

I pushed the dildo in deeper, faster, then pulled, thenpushed again. “God, I need you to go faster,” I gasped out, as though he were in control of the toy. “Faster andharder.”

“Fuck, yes.”

I couldn’t go as fast or hard as he could, fucking me, but I tried. “God, Elliot. I need more. I can’t?—”

“Yes, you fuckingcan,” he growled. “I’m going to fuck you until you come from just my cock. Going to push your ass higher so that I hit every nerve you have, and I’m going to make you come without touching yourself.”

I shifted, angling the dildo so that it hit my prostate, my hips pushing back of their own accord as I pumped the dildo into myself, jerking my hand as though I were going to stroke myself to orgasm, although the thick length I held was the toy and not my own erection.

“Seth, make yourself come with my cock. Just my cock.”

“God, yes. Oh, God?—”

“That’s it, I’m making you come. Making you come so hard.”

“Elliot—”

“I need you to come for me, Seth. It’ll make me come. So come for me.Fuck,” he panted. “Come for me, Seth.”

“Oh, God, Elliot, I’m coming,” I moaned out, “I’m—ahhh.”

“Fuck, yes.” He let out a half-growl, half-moan, a sound I’d replayed in my mind with my hand wrapped around my cock several times over the past few days.

I lay there, just listening to his breathing as it steadied and slowed, and I wondered what the hell I was doing.

11

ELLIOT CRANE

Happy bunny day! Or zombie Jesus, whatever your preference.

SETH MAYS

Thanks!

I prefer to think of it as an excuse to eat as many jelly beans and Peeps as I want.

How can you eat those things?

Jelly beans?