Page 55 of Toren

Andrew sighed, resting his head against Toren’s shoulder. “Do you think there’s something wrong with me?”

“Not even close,” Toren told him.

With trembling fingers, they pulled their pants back up and embraced, Toren’s arms around him feeling as much like home as his actual house did.

“I love how you love me,” Toren said quietly into his ear, lips warm against his skin. “I’ve never felt better in my own skin than I do when I’m with you.”

That was as much a compliment as anyone had ever given him, and Andrew wiped his eyes—still teary from the blow job—on Toren’s shoulder.

“Let’s go into that room down here and see if there’s space to sit down,” he suggested, not really caring what was happening in the playroom but searching more for an excuse to rest his legs.

They got fresh drinks and found a comfortable spot in the playroom. If they angled their bodies to the back of the room, the spanking bench was in view, and they were able to get a perfect view of the man strapped down to it. He didn’t have on much more than a jockstrap and his wrists and ankles were bound to each leg of the bench. The other partner pulled his dick out of his pants and fitted a toy around himself that looked a lot like a dick itself.

Andrew realized it was a cock extender, nearly doubling the man’s length until he was almost as long as a forearm.

“That’s massive,” he marveled.

Toren propped his chin on Andrew’s shoulder and they watched the unbound partner slick up the extension and work it into his partner’s body, one agonizing inch at a time. The entire thing was nearly inserted when the man on the bench bucked and groaned, a stream of precum leaking out of his cock and stretching for the floor.

They exchanged some hushed words and then the man with the extra-long cock started to move again. He fucked his partner so hard, the bench inched across the room, wood squeaking against concrete but nowhere near loud enough to drown out the breathy wails of the man getting his second hole fucked.

Without much thought, Andrew let his hand fall into Toren’s lap, searching out the hot press of Toren’s erection. He pulled down Toren’s zipper and eased his hand inside. The angle was shit, but he loved the feel of Toren’s cock. He held his boyfriend’s dick like that, not stroking him, just feeling him, appreciating the weight of him. Andrew had watched some porn about second holes, but it wasn’t something he’d ever seen or done himself before.

“Do you wish you could get that deep inside of me?” Toren asked, exhaling.

“Do you want me that deep inside of you?” Andrew glanced back, took a kiss.

“I’ll try anything once, I think,” Toren answered.

Andrew made a thoughtful sound in the back of his throat, wondering how much Toren meant that. Before he could talk himself out of it, he grabbed one of the pillows off the couch and tossed it on the floor.

“Would you kneel for me?” he asked.

Toren licked his lips, glancing at the pillow and Andrew’s hand in his pants. He chewed on his bottom lip, and Andrew slowly took his hand away, giving Toren the freedom to make the decision for himself.

“You don’t have to.”

“I’m thinking,” Toren said.

Andrew was ready to take it back. He’d gone too far, asked too much. It was so easy for him to lose himself with Toren, and he’d really…

The leather of the couch creaked under Toren’s shifting weight and then he was on his knees, ass on his heels. He threaded his fingers together over Andrew’s knee and exhaled long and slow.

“Like this?” Toren asked.

Andrew really was going to come in his pants.

“You should see yourself.”

“Is this how you meant?” Toren pressed.

“Hands on your thighs,” he said. “Palms up.”

Toren moved slowly, like he was thinking about every nerve before allowing his body to respond. And then there he was, on his knees with his palms up, fingers splayed, and Andrew could have burst.

“If we were home, I’d light a cigarette for you,” he said softly, brushing some of Toren’s dark hair behind his ear. “I’d hold it so you could smoke.”

“You’d also feed me your cock to get that little smoking blow job fantasy of yours out of the way.” Toren laughed, but it died and his expression quickly turned somber.