I reach behind me and touch where we are joined, not quite believing that every single inch of that thick, throbbing monster is now buried inside of me, but sure enough, my fingers brush only the root of Josh’s cock. The rest is trapped somewhere in the depths of my guts.
“Wow,” I breathe.
“Yeah. Wow.”
“I don’t understand how...”
“It’s a miracle, isn’t it? The human body.”
“A fucking miracle.”
We stay like this for a while, unmoving, our chests rising and falling in unison. Just getting used to the feeling of being connected like this. To the fullness. The closeness. I don’t think it gets more intimate than this. Having someone inside you, feeling every breath they take, every twitch, every heartbeat.
I run a finger down Josh’s sweaty chest, over the ridges and valleys of his muscles, the streaks of fake blood, the tiny silver pendant hanging from his neck. It still feels surreal that I’m allowed to touch him like this. That I’m sitting here with my ass stuffed full, and it’s not a dream.
“You’re so hot,” I say. “So handsome. I can’t believe out of all the people gushing over you, you picked me.”
“Picked you?” he whispers. “That implies I had any choice in the matter. It’s like gravity, Sebas. Gravity. Once you fall, there is no stopping it. And when I saw you at the patch, I fell. Hard.”
My heart does a funny little skip.
I want to say something back, something half as beautiful, but the only thing that comes out is, “Fuck me, Josh. Please, fuck me.”
A dark gleam flashes across his eyes, and his fingers dig into the meat of my ass, gripping it tightly.
“As you wish.”
He lifts me, pulling out until just the tip stays inside, then slams me back down in one hard thrust, burying his cock to the hilt.
A raw scream rips from my throat and echoes through the attic.
Before I can catch my breath, Josh does it again. Lifts me up and slams me down, impaling me on his cock. The impact reverberates through my whole body, making my bones shake, my teeth rattle, my muscles burn.
I don’t even know if it’s pain or pleasure. There’s so much hitting me at once, I can’t tell one sensation from the next. The heat. The pressure. The fullness. It’s all too much and not enough.
My hands find the horns on his head, and I clutch them tight, holding on for dear life as he keeps bouncing me on his cock, making my ass swallow his beastly length over and over.
The armchair creaks and groans under our weight, and even the ceiling beams seem to protest. It’s wild to think there’s a Halloween party happening below us—people laughing, drinking, dancing—while up here in the dusty attic, I’m getting my organs rearranged by the quarterback of the football team.
I can only imagine how I must look right now. My naked body slick with sweat, legs spread over the armchair, my hard, throbbing cock flopping up and down as I get slammed into.
When I woke up this morning, the last thing I expected was to end the day like this. I thought I’d spend Halloween the sameway I did last year. Alone in bed, watching scary movies and stuffing my face with pizza.
Instead, I’m getting stuffed by something else entirely.
And God, I never want it to stop.
My whole life I’ve been trying to keep the real me locked away, buried under layers and layers of denial. I always thought I was just jealous of guys like Josh. Never considered that maybe I was actually jealous of the girls fawning over them, of the girls they hooked up with. I was so fucking blind.
And now here I am, sitting on the guy of my dreams, and for the first time, I can be myself. The real, unfiltered, messiest version of myself. No more pretending. No more hiding. No more denying who I am and what I want.
I lean forward and smash my lips against Josh, our teeth knocking together in a bruising kiss. He doesn’t slow down, doesn’t stop fucking me. Instead, he wraps an arm around my waist and flips us around so that my back hits the cushioned seat.
He pushes my legs up, hooks my knees over his shoulders, and leans forward, the new angle letting him go even deeper. He looks a little possessed himself—eyes almost completely black, pupils blown wide, veins bulging in his neck, face red and dripping with sweat.
It’s a fucking sight to behold.
And the sounds. Oh God, the sounds. The smack of Josh’s heavy balls hitting my ass. The wet squelch of lube and precum as his cock pistons in and out of me. The ragged breaths and broken moans spilling from his lips.
