Hank removed his third finger, added more lube, and guided his cock to my entrance. “Look at me, Den.”
My eyes fluttered open. I hadn’t realized I’d closed them or that I’d chewed my lower lip raw. “Yeah?”
“We’ll go slow. If you need anything, just say the word.”
“I need you to fuck me,” I replied, raising my hips meaningfully.
He gave me a sweet, lopsided smile and brushed my hair from my forehead as he slowly eased his way inside. Slow, slow, slow. His cock was bigger than three fingers, but I was stupidly surprised by the burn. My lungs felt too tight, and my heart was pretty much lodged in my throat.
“Breathe, Denny. Breathe.” Hank kissed me, sweeping his tongue over the seam of my mouth as he pulled almost all the way out, his cockhead buried in my ass, before plunging inside again.
“It’s not—I don’t—oh, fuck, oh, fuck. That’s good.”
I let out a whoosh of air, pleasure chasing pain away in an instant. Like magic. I was shaking. It was too much and not enough at the same time. I needed more.
Hank knew exactly what to do. He covered me, resting his forehead on mine…and began to move.
It was incredible, mind-blowing, life-altering. Yeah, cheesy, I know, but I’d been transported to another realm, so give me abreak. I hooked my legs around his ass, drawing him closer still, chanting, “Yes, more, fuck me.”
Hank delivered. He upped the tempo, rocking his hips to a rhythm I instinctively knew how to follow. I met his thrusts, digging my heels into the meaty flesh of his ass cheeks, gliding my tongue with his as Hank nailed my prostate over and over. I was overwhelmed, happily drugged on the weight and feel of him. But I couldn’t fight off the tingle at the base of my spine. No chance.
I slid my hand between us and stroked my cock as he moved faster, harder, deeper.
“Come for me, Den. Come, sweetheart. I got you.”
“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck!” I roared, pleasure bolting through my veins. I came so hard, cum shot over my belly and chest as I rode out wave after wave of bliss.
Hank didn’t stop. He pistoned his hips till he lost the tempo and fell apart. I could feel him come inside me, and that was definitely a new one.
I blinked up at him and draped my arms over his neck. “Wow.”
He dipped his chin to kiss me. “You okay?”
“Yeah, but I don’t think I can move. You’ll have to stay here…just like this. And then I want to do it again.”
“No problem.”
“And I want to fuck you too, so…I hope you didn’t plan on getting any sleep tonight.”
“Sleepisoverrated,” he conceded.
“That’s the spirit. Oh, hey…and next time, wear your cowboy hat.”
Hank barked a laugh and blew a raspberry on my neck. “You got it.”
We didn’t sleepmuch that night or the next. I was already a BJ and hand job sexaholic, but I’d officially entered a new phase of sexual discovery, and this was better than I’d imagined. There were so many positions, so many ways to touch and make each other feel good. I had a lot to learn, and only a real slacker took a break from their studies. And I was no slacker.
I couldn’t get enough of Hank. I was obsessed with his dick. I wanted to ride him, bend over for him, let him fuck me against a wall, a tree, or the side of his truck. And yes, I wanted to return the favor.
Hank had zero hang-ups about sex. He didn’t subscribe to heteronormative notions of masculinity. Being “on top” was just a position and a preference that might change depending on your partner or the moment. He was versatile and willing to try almost anything.
The first time I fucked him, he was on his knees with his cowboy hat on, white-knuckling the headboard. I’d taken a moment to drink in the sight of this muscular hunk offering himself like a gift. My hand had been shaking as I’d guided my cock to his puckered entrance.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I’d rasped.
“Denny, stop thinking and start fucking. You’re killing me, sweetheart.”
I’d chuckled at his playful, put-upon tone. He didn’t give me a chance to overthink…anything. He was so open and honest and real.
