I rub his balls as I keep devouring him, his hips rocking in need. My cock is leaking, impossibly hard. Just the thought of stretching that lovely hole with it tests my self-control, setting off a hum of urgency under my skin. I want to be inside him, but I need to prepare him first so his small, tight body can take me. I want him to feel every inch and love it, to lose his mind from the fullness as I pump him full of my cum.
I pick up the pace, licking and sucking as he shakes and begs for more. He relaxes around me, letting me own him. His taste is addictive, the sounds he makes, the damp feel of his skin, the mad dash of his heart. I’m the reason for all of them, my hunger for him driving him closer to the edge.
“Ben, I wanna come,” he complains after a while, those imploring blue eyes locked on me. He’s propped his head on his forearms, his expression taut and delirious.
I pull on his balls a little rougher, making him grunt. Then I extract myself from his hole and slap his bubble butt. He jumps, eyes fluttering closed. I knead the abused flesh, loving the slight splash of red clinging to it. I’m pretty sure he’ll feel some of that tomorrow, and when he does, he’ll think of me.
Chest fluttering, I straighten up and bring my hand down again. I’m careful though and don’t overdo it as I don’t want him to hurt too much. A little twinge when he sits down will be enough.
“Need your cock. Ben, please,” he begs, desperation oozing off him.
Scalding desire tightens my stomach. I palm myself, sucking in a breath. “You are so hot when you beg.”
“I’m even hotter when I’m getting railed,” he counters, a sly smile softening his needy scowl.
He’s not wrong. He was so beautiful last time when he came apart for me. I’ve been fantasizing about it, and it’s kept me horny and on edge the past few days.
“Mm, I better give you want you want then,” I say, positioning myself behind him as I lather my rigid erection with lube and line it up. “I’ll fuck you so good, you’ll feel it tomorrow.”
“Yess, fuck. Please. Your dick is the best.”
Grabbing his narrow waist with one hand, I push inside him. His hole stretches around my cockhead, letting me in on a guttural moan that shoots sparks down my spine. I watch myshaft get eaten up, one inch and piercing at a time, heat and tightness caressing my nerve-endings. It’s the best feeling ever, the way his small body accepts me and guides me deeper. It demands its pleasure, greedy and hot and addictive.
He has no idea about the things he does to me. One night with him was enough to change my life, to make me crave him like my hands crave tinkering. And that was before I even knew he wasmyCharlie who’s grown up to become the most gorgeous and funny man that I know.
I bottom out and take a moment to let him get used to my girth. It’s head-spinning how someone so adorably tiny can take me so well. It really is as if he was made for me, his size a perfect fit for mine so both of us can derive maximum pleasure from each other. The squeeze of his ass around me is torturously sweet, the way it gives when I move—mind-numbing.
“I’m gonna move now,” I say, dragging my dick out so only the cockhead is inside him.
He moans obscenely, the sound heightening my arousal. I push back in, snapping my hips. He keens as I tag his prostate, his back arching and his hands gripping the edge of the table. I hope it’s sturdy enough, because I haven’t even started properly fucking him yet.
“Faster, please. I like it hard,” he begs in a delirious voice, eyes glassed over when they meet mine.
“I’ll fuck you so well, babe, you’ll be sore,” I purr, picking up speed.
He clearly needs a good, hard fuck. I’ll give that to him. I’ll make him lose his mind until he’s a mess.
Holding onto his waist, I pound into him deep and fast. The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and our mixed moans. My balls tingle as I settle into an unforgiving pace, every slide into him raising more goosebumps along my damp skin.
“Yess. Fuck, I love your piercings. Feels so good,” he whimpers, shaking his hips to match my rhythm. “You’re so fucking big.”
Satisfaction slithers through me, fueling my desire. I bend down and slide my hands to his crotch, palming him through the jockstrap’s pouch. His erection is straining against the material, which is wet from pre-cum.
“Should we take this off?” I hum, nipping the shell of his ear. “So I can stroke your pretty cock and make you come for me?”
“Please,” he begs, tensing around me.
He’s close, trembling and panting and seeking my mouth for a kiss. I let him claim it as I clumsily remove the jockstrap, his lean dick springing free. It’s elegant and smooth like the rest of him, leaking so much I don’t even need lube to make it feel good for him.
“You are so horny for me, babe. Fuck. I love it.” I start pumping, scrambling to keep up with his greedy tongue as it licks around my mouth and owns it.
Wrapping my free hand around his torso, I pull him up so his back is plastered to my front. It changes the angle and drives him ravenous, his ass bouncing on my cock with renewed vigor. I assault his nipples while jacking him off, saliva dripping from our mouths as we battle with our tongues and try to maintain the kiss.
“Close,” he whimpers, bucking in my arms.
I hold him closer to me, thrusting as hard as I can. His heat contracts, pressing against my pierced shaft. My eyes roll back, a groan shuddering through me. His lithe body absorbs it, gracing it with one of its own.
I come first, his tightness too perfect. My orgasm barrels through me, overwhelming and vicious. I pump my releaseinside him, every spurt dragging those sexy noises out of him as he quickens his movements.
