Oscar rubbed his forehead against the sheets as his hips swayed.
“I reckon I could probably make somethin’ like this that we could use back home.”
“Oh God,” Oscar moaned.
I got up behind him kneeled on the mattress, with my calves o’er the bar to keep Oscar still.
“’Twouldn’t be quite this nice, maybe, but ’twould work about the same.”
I grabbed the bottle of oil that Trick had given us and dribbled some o’er Oscar’s exposed hole, as he made the most delicious noises.Then I spread some on my cock and lined myself up.
Oscar grunted as I breached him, then keened as I pushed in.He felt so warm and tight, and my eyes rolled back in my head.I had to stop for a second to keep control of myself.
“You like that?”
“Oh.God.More.”
“You need to wait.I gotta be ready.”
“Jimmy!”
“So impatient.Such a needy boy,” I said, pushing in a fraction of an inch at a time, eliciting whimpers and tortured cries.
“Please!I need it so bad.So, so bad.”
“I know you do—and you’ll get it.But only when I’m ready.”
“Oh fuck.Oh God.”
I gave a few shallow thrusts, to tease him, then I couldn’t wait anymore.I pushed in all the way in one smooth glide, and Oscar about swallowed his tongue.There was a ragged gasp and a groan, and I thought he might have spent, but I quick found his cock with my hand and he hadn’t…not yet.
“Oh,” he moaned, panting and crying out as I plowed him.
I held his sweet ass, keeping his cheeks spread with my thumbs, and went at him slow and deep, as the sounds of our coupling echoed off the whitewashed walls of our cozy room.
“Fuck me.Hard,” Oscar said through clenched teeth as I played with his cock.
“Who’s in charge, Oscar?”
“Oh fuck.You, Jimmy.You’re in charge.”
“Then, you gonna ask me nice?”
“Please fuck me.I need it hard and quick.I wanna spend.Please.”
“Hmm, I reckon you’ve been a good boy.I suppose you need a reward.”
“Oh, please.Please.”
I quickened my pace and rammed him.I was close…so close.
“You want it?You want my spend inside you?”I panted.
“Give it me.I want it.Please!”
That last plea, in Oscar’s choked and desperate voice, was what did it.I sank deep and stilled, emptying into him, my eyes squeezed shut and my mouth wide at the intensity of it.I tightened my fingers on his cock as it pulsed with the pinnacle of his pleasure, and hot spend gushed o’er my knuckles.
We stayed that way for several moments, stunned with the powerful cataclysm of our joining.As I came down from it, breathing hard like I’d run a mile, I became aware of a dull ache in my side—the echo of my injury.But I didn’t give a good goddamn about that.I stayed where I was, enveloped in Oscar’s body, till after what seemed a long time my cock shrank and slipped out of him, followed by a trickle of my spend.
