Page 73 of King of the Crease

His magic tongue slides around my hole as he slides a finger inside. Again, playing me like a brass instrument.

“Is this good?”

“Fuck! Don’t stop!”

He rubs circles on my ass cheek as his tongue and fingers to go work in coordinated fashion.

“God, you are so hot. My beautiful Nick.”

Two fingers enter me. The lust devours me whole, consuming me from the inside. I have never been this horny in my life.

“Is this⁠—”

“Yes! It’s good! It’s really, really good!”

“Just checking.” He laughs, his hot breath tickling my hole.

“Don’t stop! Fuck, I love being gay!” I smack a hand over my face. Did I just say that?

Hank snorts a laugh, his hot breath making me shiver. I laugh, too, grateful to be doing this with Hank.

“You have a weird boyfriend,” I say.

“So do you.” He leans over and delivers me a quick kiss.

He coats my opening with lube. I hear him slide the condom on, then pour lube on his dick. My own dick twitches with anticipation. I imagine his thick cock sliding inside me. I loved how it felt in my mouth and in my hand. Now I’ll know how it feels in my ass.

“Let me know if this hurts. Please.”

“I will.”

He breaches my opening. I inhale a deep breath. It’s been a while since I had sex, so I’m expecting mild discomfort. I’m praying that it’s only a mild discomfort rather than an ache that makes us stop. The mild discomfort of walking in new shoes, and not the pain of getting a root canal.

Oh my God. I feel his thickness enter me, lighting up a whole motherboard of dormant sensations for me. I clench my eyes shut to grapple with all the newness.

“Hey,” Hank whispers above me.

And there he is, his big, cuddly body hovering over me, protecting me, cradling me. His hairy stomach brushes against my dick. His warm, thick thighs press against mine. His hands sweep under my back, pulling me up to him, until barely any daylight exists between our bodies.

“How are you?” he asks, his voice low.

“Good. Really good.”

His head dips down and gives me the gentlest kiss that he’s bestowed today. There’s no urgency, only contentment. I dig my hands into his back as he fucks me, his bearish body damp with sweat. I lift my hips to give him a clearer angle. He slides in deeper.

“God, Hank…” Pain continues to linger, but it’s far outweighed by the sheer bliss of his body on top of mine.

“You feel so good, Nick,” he says in between more gentle kisses. He grunts with strained breath as he humps me harder, the beast slowly emerging from behind the teddy bear. “My beautiful Nick.”

I think I prefer that title to crown prince.

Hank slows down his rhythm. The heat in my core only continues to build.

“You can go faster,” I say.

“Um, okay.” He cracks a gleeful smile. “You sure?”

“Yeah.” I bite my lip in anticipation. Even though I can’t see what’s going on down there, I’m so turned on knowing that Hank’s cock is plunging inside me, stretching me, owning me.