FuckingRoly:yay! i choose u
The last part sends a rush of feeling to my chest. Stupidly I look up, and his expectant smile and the little bounce on the balls of his feet fucks with my sense of sanity.i choose u—why does that even get to me? Maybe my new title should be Heath Treadway, Sucker King and Blower of Small Men. I look around and thankfully none of our gang is in the vicinity to witness this minor tragedy. That’s probably for the best.
I check out the three men waiting for him, and they are hovering expectantly, especially the guy in the blue shorts. He’s looking at Roly like he hung the moon, and if I were a better man, I’d let him cherish him properly. I catch Roly’s eye, and his lips remind me how pretty they were stretched around my cock. Yeah, there won’t be anycherishinggoing on tonight.
Heath:Fine. Kids are with their mom, come over when you’re ready. I’ll leave the door unlocked.
FuckingRoly:need to finish out bear nite, b there 1hr
FuckingRoly:ps i’m freshly douched n plugged n ready 2 go
He pops his eyebrows at me, and I pinch the bridge of my nose. This is a huge fucking mistake, yet my dick is hell-bent on making it.
An hour or so later I’m sitting against my headboard, propped up on pillows reading the latest Slade James novel when the door opens. My pulse kicks up as footfalls make their way down the hallway to my room. Roly walks in and closes the door behind him, then turns around, touching his finger to his lips with a playfulshhhh. He’s wearing a green Wrecked T-shirt with those fucking shorts that are spackled to his ass, and he’s looking like a snack.
He takes off his T-shirt and shorts and folds them neatly, placing them on my nightstand, and follows that with the white jock that is amazing against his skin. Finally, he reaches behind him and pulls the plug from his ass, a smirk on his lips. It’s a small plug, not big enough to fully prepare him for me, and he knows it.
Not sure what he’s doing, but he still hasn’t said a word and simply climbs up onto the bed, pulling at my T-shirt. I’d been only half-hard to this point, but the sweet, lip-biting way he’s removing my clothing is growing my business, so to speak.
His eyes roam my chest and belly like an aching, languid touch, and his breathless little sigh makes me feel both cozy and desired, certainly more than I’ve felt in a long, long time. A bit of affection for this aggravating man finds its way to the surface, but I give it a hard shove aside, vowing to keep my feelings in check.
I bring up my knees and put my feet flat on the bed, giving him room to kneel. He takes the hint, then takes me into his warm, sweet mouth, the firm, sucking sensation almost worshipful. I tilt his head so that I can see his expression, and he smiles with his eyes, dick-drunk and happy.
He’s keeping a slow pace as he starts to play with my balls, then drifts down to the parts of me that feel too hairy for shared consumption, yet his swirling fingers feel sure, and the heated look in his eyes and seeking tongue convince me that big and hirsute truly areitfor him. The thought of it gets me even harder, and I protest when he pulls off me, a sound that dies off when he suits me up and slicks me down with his talented hands.
Satisfied with his preparations, he turns around and lowers his barely prepared asshole onto my full erection and leans back, forcing me back onto my stack of pillows. He’s so fucking tight that I worry about hurting him, but he pulses with his internal muscles, and I again find myself fighting the urge to come, hard and quick. With our height difference, he’s able to lean back against me and place his feet on the tops of my thighs, giving himself excellent leverage. I automatically wrap my arm across his chest, the move comforting in a way that I don’t plan on querying anytime soon.
I allow him to set the pace, letting him figure out how hard he really wants to go tonight.
Ooof.Looks like he’s willing to go deep and fucked-up.
I move one hand down to his hip and the other to his shoulder, gripping tight as I pile drive into him, and he thrusts down onto me, making these soft gasping sounds that go right to my dick. He’s so small against me, and his ass is so fucking tight that it’s a combination of precious and dirty. I feel like one of those anime monsters shoving a big cock into a tiny, regular-sized human.
We speed up the tempo, our thrust-and-push rhythm never once faltering as we fuck harder and faster, and I can’t believe that I’m not hurting him. But every time I try to back off or go more slowly, he chases my cock and whimpers, wordlessly begging for more.
I force myself deep, hammering him so fast that I’m breathless, which is when Roly starts getting loud. Very loud. They aren’t even sentences, just fragments of…
Oh, Sexy, hands, yes…
Deeper, yes, mas, mas, mas
Split me, split me
Yes, all the way up my…
Force, yes, shove your…
I adjust and find the good spot, and I know that I’ve hit it because his body clenches around me and he reaches back for a blistering kiss, cutting off his ownright there, right thereas his belly is painted with cum.
Oh fuck, I didn’t even…
His hands weren’t anywhere near…
Fuck, now I’m the one who can’t finish a sentence. My rhythm stutters as the reality of getting him off like that, no hands, just my dick on the button, fucks me up in the best way possible. He reaches back again, saying against my lips, “Never done… that… before.”
I press him against me, kissing him with abandon, passion driving me up into him, violently milking every drop from him, desperately holding on to that ragged edge, my grip on his body my only tether to reality. He squeezes me tight and I let out a roar, the intensity spiking through me as I bow up and empty everything I have into his tight, gorgeous body. I imagine filling him up with my cum and shoving that tiny plug back into his ass, then making him walk home like that, leaking and on wobbly knees, and the thought makes me come even harder.
I hold him against me, arm across his chest as I kiss and suck on his neck and shoulders, my free hand moving up and down and across his body, shuddering and thrusting into him because the feel of his skin under my hands is spinning my head in ways that I can’t even start to care about right now. We’re panting and our muscles are shaky, and that makes me want to hold on longer, to tug him into my body and fall asleep with him octopussed to my side. I want to wake up and hear the words, so clear in my head:
