“Oh God!” Devon’s body convulsed, and his eyes rolled up again. “I don’t do—oh, Jesus—do that.”
“Hmm,” Carl sounded unconvinced. “Do you always spurt pre-cum like this when you’re getting fucked?” He asked, slipping a finger through the pool on Devon’s stomach before bringing it up to lick. “Mm. So good. Maybe I’ll suck you off when it’s over, then, if you don’t come this way.”
“I—don’t—know,” Devon grunted out between thrusts, his nerve endings lighting up again and again with every snap of Carl’s greedy hips. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling actually, because Carl was right. No one else’s cock had ever quite worked his prostate like this during anal. He’d never felt like he was about to ascend out of his body and burst into a glitter storm that rained on the man fucking him. But that was how he felt now.
“Look at you,” Carl murmured again. “Never thought I’d get to see this. It’s better than I imagined. You’re so hot. Slick. Tight.” He gritted his teeth and clenched his hands on Devon’s thighs. “Don’t make me come,” he said, almost angrily. “Don’t want to come yet.”
“Fuck,” Devon whimpered, his balls buzzing and aching, his cockhead sliding over the fur of his treasure trail with each of Carl’s hard thrusts. He was so turned on, so sensitive and aroused, that he wondered if he might come just from that friction alone. That and the shattering pleasure of Carl’s cock rubbing his prostate.
“That’s right, that’s right,” Carl encouraged as Devon began to shake, his limbs losing coordination. “Show me. Show me all you’ve got.”
Devon whimpered as he twisted on Carl’s cock, trying to come to grips with the sensation that was swallowing him, the buzz swelling inside his body and pressing against his skin, jittering through his muscles so that he convulsed wildly, before splintering—
Hot, wild, screamingly good.
Devon came down to earth again groaning, clutching Carl to his chest, and still taking his cock. His legs shook, his asshole continued to spasm, and he felt sure he’d shot his load, but he couldn’t quite focus enough to check. He hung onto Carl and breathed in his scent, kissed his neck and moaned as the sensation began to grow again. How was he not too sensitive to continue? He should be begging Carl to pull out now, not hoping for more.
“You are so hot,” Carl growled in his ear. “So fucking gorgeous.” He reached between them to stroke Devon’s hot, aching cock, and Devon realized he hadn’t nutted yet after all. Carl moved his hand away again, though he kept close, so that with every thrust into Devon he scraped his hard stomach over Devon’s needy cock.
“Let’s come now,” Carl said, smoothing his hands over Devon’s cheeks and touching his lips with his own. “And when you move to L.A. with me, we’ll do this all the time, without condoms, and I’ll put my load in you, and you’ll carry me around inside.”
“Fucking hell,” Devon groaned and pushed his hips up to catch Carl’s cock.
“You want that? To carry my jizz inside of you? Part of me.”
“You’re filthy,” Devon muttered. “Just make me come.”
“Mm-hmm. I will, baby. Don’t worry. I’ll make you come, and when I do, you’ll thank me.”
“Thank you?” Devon said. “Why?”
“You’ll see.”
Carl thrust into him hard twice more, burying his face in Devon’s neck, and crying out, “Oh, fuck! Fuck!”
Devon felt the thud of Carl’s cock against his stretched hole and wished like hell all of Carl’s filthy talk could have been true. He’d love to keep Carl’s cum inside. To hold it in his body even after Carl was gone.
But no.
The full condom looked miserable on the end of Carl’s dick, and he worked it off, aimed for the wastebasket by the bed, missed, and didn’t bother trying to clean it up. Instead, he turned to Devon, a devilish expression on his otherwise spent face.
“Get ready to beg,” Carl said.
“Why?” Devon said. “I mean please? Please let me come now.” He didn’t want to be tortured into coming, and yet when Carl sank between his legs, shoving them back and up, and went to town on his still stretched hole, he lost all ability to speak or protest. This was all he wanted, all he needed, and he didn’t need to come. That was for losers.
But after a few minutes, he reversed course. His cock was so hard it was killing him, and his balls were aching too. “Please,” he whispered. “Help me come.”
“Yeah? Okay, well, will this get you off?” Carl asked, moving up to lick around the base of Devon’s dick, and suck on his balls lightly. “That good enough?”
“No! For fuck’s sake, Carl.” He took hold of his own cock, but Carl pulled his fingers off one by one.
“All right, don’t panic,” Carl said, soothingly. “I’ll help you come. All right? Let me help.”
Devon’s breath came in harsh stutters, and he realized that tears were pooling in his eyes. His cock and balls hurt, and he was starting to feel like he was strung out on some kind of drug, because he was still shaking from the drubbing Carl had given his prostate.
“There, there,” Carl said, breathing against the head of Devon’s cock. “Let me help, baby. I’m here for you.” He licked the crown and gobbled up the pre-cum. “So good. You’re so good. Let’s get you ready to come, all right?” he said, and smeared some of Devon’s cum, pooled on his stomach again, over two of his fingers. Devon’s legs twitched as Carl pushed those fingers into his ass and began to rub his prostate again.
“Christ,” Devon said, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes and writhing as the electric pleasure buzzed through him and grew into a heady rushing desperation.
