drive him damn near off the bed.
But he didn’t. He took his time, little bits of progress at a time before withdrawing just to press forward again. He watched Scott’s face, the way his lower lip caught under his teeth, the rise and fall of his chest, the soft moans as the knob of Keith’s cock completely breached his ring of muscle.
Scott gasped, his moans louder.
“Yeah, you know you’ve got a cock in your ass now, don’t you?” He paused where he was, giving the man time to get used to it, wanting him to enjoy it as much as he was.
Besides, the man’s ass felt too damn good. He knew he’d blow if he took it too fast. Instead, he grabbed Scott’s cock and slowly stroked him.
“You want more?” Keith asked him.
“Yes, Sir.”
“You want my whole cock inside your ass?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Not a virgin anymore, are you?”
“No, Sir.”
“You sucked your first cock tonight, taking your first cock up your ass—you belong to me now, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir!”
He eased his own cock deeper a small stroke at a time, wanting to savor this and yet dying to bust a nut.
Finally, when his thighs were pressed against Scott’s, he took a deep breath before withdrawing, just the head of his cock still inside him. Another long, slow press forward, his hand falling still on Scott’s iron cock.
“Feel good?”
Scott nodded. “Yes, Sir!”
He started stroking Scott’s cock again, harder, faster, knowing the man was close. “Come for me, boy. Let me feel you come for the first time with a cock in your ass.”
Scott’s eyes almost but didn’t quite close all the way as he let out a low moan, his hips trying to buck in time with Keith’s strokes. Then Keith felt it, the seismically sexy feeling of Scott’s ass contracting around his cock just before he started filling the end of the condom.
“Oh, fuck, boy. Such a good boy you are for me.” Keith leaned in, grabbed Scott’s hands, and shoved them over his head. He started pounding his cock into him, fingers digging into the other man’s wrists, lips just over Scott’s.
“Who owns this ass now?”
“You do, Sir!”
“Who just came with my cock all the way up inside you?”
“Your boy did, Sir!”
That was it. With that, Keith exploded, falling still with his dick firmly fisted in Scott’s ass. He slanted his lips over Scott’s and crushed his mouth onto his, fucking him with his tongue.
Got to find my cock ring. He’d need it for the next several times he fucked the man. He just felt too good, too perfect.
And Scott was eagerly kissing him back, too, even as he was pinned there with his legs over Keith’s shoulders and his hands over his head.
He felt the ledge start to give way under the foot still planted at the edge.
I’m in trouble.
* * * *
It felt nothing like the strap-on.
At all.
Not even remotely.
So much better, so much hotter, the animalistic, raw, needy, hard fuck had changed Scott forever.
Yes, if things went well between them, he could easily see himself falling for this guy, and hard.
Scott just hoped the guy didn’t turn out to be a jerk.
He stared up into Keith’s eyes, hoping he hadn’t just made a damned big mistake.
Scott even loved the way the other man’s body pinned him to the bed, the weight of his hard muscles, the feel of him catching his breath.
Keith let go of his wrists but then he cupped the back of Scott’s head, fingers digging in as he kissed him again, hard, deep, possessively.
“If you think I’m going to let you just walk out of my life after this weekend, think again.”
Scott kept his hands over his head. “Ditto.”
Keith raked his other hand through Scott’s hair, front to back, almost tenderly.
“Let’s get cleaned up,” Keith said, sounding hoarse. “I think we need to talk some more.”
Chapter Seven
Kennedy not quite intoxicated was even more annoying that Kennedy intoxicated. Her rapid-fire chatter over dinner sped up into machine gun bursts that
But he didn’t. He took his time, little bits of progress at a time before withdrawing just to press forward again. He watched Scott’s face, the way his lower lip caught under his teeth, the rise and fall of his chest, the soft moans as the knob of Keith’s cock completely breached his ring of muscle.
Scott gasped, his moans louder.
“Yeah, you know you’ve got a cock in your ass now, don’t you?” He paused where he was, giving the man time to get used to it, wanting him to enjoy it as much as he was.
Besides, the man’s ass felt too damn good. He knew he’d blow if he took it too fast. Instead, he grabbed Scott’s cock and slowly stroked him.
“You want more?” Keith asked him.
“Yes, Sir.”
“You want my whole cock inside your ass?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Not a virgin anymore, are you?”
“No, Sir.”
“You sucked your first cock tonight, taking your first cock up your ass—you belong to me now, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir!”
He eased his own cock deeper a small stroke at a time, wanting to savor this and yet dying to bust a nut.
Finally, when his thighs were pressed against Scott’s, he took a deep breath before withdrawing, just the head of his cock still inside him. Another long, slow press forward, his hand falling still on Scott’s iron cock.
“Feel good?”
Scott nodded. “Yes, Sir!”
He started stroking Scott’s cock again, harder, faster, knowing the man was close. “Come for me, boy. Let me feel you come for the first time with a cock in your ass.”
Scott’s eyes almost but didn’t quite close all the way as he let out a low moan, his hips trying to buck in time with Keith’s strokes. Then Keith felt it, the seismically sexy feeling of Scott’s ass contracting around his cock just before he started filling the end of the condom.
“Oh, fuck, boy. Such a good boy you are for me.” Keith leaned in, grabbed Scott’s hands, and shoved them over his head. He started pounding his cock into him, fingers digging into the other man’s wrists, lips just over Scott’s.
“Who owns this ass now?”
“You do, Sir!”
“Who just came with my cock all the way up inside you?”
“Your boy did, Sir!”
That was it. With that, Keith exploded, falling still with his dick firmly fisted in Scott’s ass. He slanted his lips over Scott’s and crushed his mouth onto his, fucking him with his tongue.
Got to find my cock ring. He’d need it for the next several times he fucked the man. He just felt too good, too perfect.
And Scott was eagerly kissing him back, too, even as he was pinned there with his legs over Keith’s shoulders and his hands over his head.
He felt the ledge start to give way under the foot still planted at the edge.
I’m in trouble.
* * * *
It felt nothing like the strap-on.
At all.
Not even remotely.
So much better, so much hotter, the animalistic, raw, needy, hard fuck had changed Scott forever.
Yes, if things went well between them, he could easily see himself falling for this guy, and hard.
Scott just hoped the guy didn’t turn out to be a jerk.
He stared up into Keith’s eyes, hoping he hadn’t just made a damned big mistake.
Scott even loved the way the other man’s body pinned him to the bed, the weight of his hard muscles, the feel of him catching his breath.
Keith let go of his wrists but then he cupped the back of Scott’s head, fingers digging in as he kissed him again, hard, deep, possessively.
“If you think I’m going to let you just walk out of my life after this weekend, think again.”
Scott kept his hands over his head. “Ditto.”
Keith raked his other hand through Scott’s hair, front to back, almost tenderly.
“Let’s get cleaned up,” Keith said, sounding hoarse. “I think we need to talk some more.”
Chapter Seven
Kennedy not quite intoxicated was even more annoying that Kennedy intoxicated. Her rapid-fire chatter over dinner sped up into machine gun bursts that
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