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“You’re so cute when you’re horny,” I tell him suddenly.
Skylar cracks a smile, pulled out of his daze. “That is a very unexpected thing for you to say.”
“Are you a top or a bottom?”
“I …” He squirms before answering, perhaps a bit nervous of my answer. “I’ve only ever topped.”
“Me, too,” I admit. “But I’ve tried a toy or two.”
He quirks an eyebrow. “A toy or two …?”
“But I want the real thing. I want to feel you inside me, Skylar.”
“You saying I’d be popping your gay cherry?”
I firmly kiss away his question, then touch our foreheads, stare into his eyes, and reply: “You are the only person on Earth who can say that and make it sound cute—and the only one with whom I’d happily allow to pop my big gay cherry.”
I can’t wait another second.
My boxer-briefs are torn off and flung aside. A drawer flies open. Lube and condom. He is quickly sheathed with a squirt of lube, and it’s on the tip of his steel-hard dick that I start teasing my hole.
I rock my eyes back and gasp.
“Brett …?” mutters Skylar, concerned.
“It feels … fucking incredible.”
“I’m not even in you yet.”
“I know.” I look down at him, coming to. “Has my asshole always been this sensitive? What the hell have I been missing out on?”
That cocky smirk of Skylar’s comes back with a vengeance. Suddenly, he’s the peacock I used to know, and he’s ready to take charge. “Let me guide you, Brett. I’m gonna make you feel really good.”
His hands take hold of my hips. I’m straddling him with my hands pressed into the mattress on either side of his head, our faces close. Slowly and gently, I feel his cock pushing me open down there.
Whatever Skylar lacks in length, he more than makes up for in girth.
“You’re holding your breath,” he tells me.
“I am?” I ask, my mouth hanging open. Chills of excitement run through me as I feel his tip work my hole. “This feels so fucking good.”
“I’m just getting started,” he tells me.
That’s the understatement of the year. It is an agonizing eternity that I stay straddling him with his cock teasing and playing at my hole, barely having slid inside yet. I doubt even the head is in as he keeps driving me crazy, activating every tiny nerve ending that exists down there. I literally feel muscles in my legs, inner thighs, and stomach as they come alive, squirming and opening and flexing from all the sensations he’s inspiring in me.
I feel sick with anticipation.
Then after what might literally be ten minutes of teasing and torture, I feel him slide in an inch.
“Fuck me, Skylar …”
“I am.”
“I meant it as an expletive or whatever. Jesus. Okay, or maybe it is a command. Mmph.” I can feel myself stretching open and inviting him in.
“Look into my eyes.”
I had drifted away into some land of ecstasy in my brain. I snap out of it and focus my sex-drunk eyes on Skylar’s.
He’s so fucking beautiful.
Then he slides in even deeper.
“FUCK,” I cry out.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Fuck no! Deeper! Deeper! Fuck me deeper!”
I think now I can officially say I have proudly recited every line from every gay porn ever written in the innocent confines of my bedroom.
A smile of delight spills over Skylar’s face as he obliges, guiding my hips down on top of his cock.
He slides so deep in, our bodies become one, a connected unit of muscle, flesh, and electric desire.
It isn’t much longer before I press my hands to his chest and start to rock my body over him. I’m so hard right now, I see my own cock dripping pre-cum all over his stomach.
Unexpectedly, he lets go one of his hands from my hip and takes hold of my cock, stroking it.
It is inexplicable that we keep this going for as long as we do. From the way I feel him holding off to the ample times I squirm and ease the rocking pace of my hips, it’s clear that both of us are trying to prolong the explosive ecstasy between us.
I could make him fuck me for hours.
He could jerk me off and edge me all night like this, deep inside me, our eyes locked, our bodies united, and our breaths shared in this small room in the middle of a crowded city of horny people.
There’s no telling how much time passes before I can’t hold back any longer. “I’m gonna—”
Before the words come out, my dick throbs, Skylar picks up pace without warning, and I empty myself all over his stomach and chest. Shot after shot erupts from me, flying so far, ropes and drops of my juice land on his face, making him smile and gasp with excitement.
“Brett …” is all he groans as I feel his dick tense up inside me, and then I’m riding him through his own glorious orgasm, squeezing and rocking my body to milk him for all he’s worth.
