He adds one finger, and my cock jolts at the sight of it disappearing into his hole. It looks so small.
“I’ll never fit in there.”
He chuckles and then adds two fingers, letting out a moan. I grab his ass cheeks and spread them so I can see better.
“Enjoying the show, Coach?”
“It’s exquisite.”
“I promise it’ll fit, and it’ll feel so good.”
A third finger goes in, and now Bubble is riding his fingers. His head is turned to face me, so I stroke my unattended cock to show him how much I can’t wait to be inside him.
I grab the lube and generously coat my cock. He may have done a good job of preparing himself, but it’s going to take some effort to take me.
“God, your ass is a work of art.”
“All talk and no play makes Bubble an impatient boy.” He pushes his ass back, and I take the hint.
I align my cock with his hole, holding it in place as he lowers himself on me.
My head feels like it’s about to explode. I’m only an inch in and seriously doubting my staying power. He’s so fucking tight.
“Jesus, Curtis, you’re…fuck.”
He doesn’t say anything. His hands are on his legs, and I see his muscles flex as he slowly impales himself on me.
When he’s fully seated, he lets out a breath.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Three cups of flour, three cups of sugar, four eggs—”
“What are you doing?”
He huffs. “What do you think? I’m trying not to fucking have an orgasm here because your torpedo dick is filling me up like a corndog at a football game. If I so much as think a sexy thought, I might just come.”
I laugh because he almost sounds angry at the prospect.
He finishes what sounds like the recipe for a cake or something and then turns his head.
“Ready for the ride of your life, Coach?”
“I thought you were the one riding,” I say.
He gives me a smile and licks his lips, which makes me want to pull him down for a kiss. Then he raises himself until it’s just the tip of my cock inside him before coming back down again.
Sweat beads on my forehead as I try to keep it together.
“Fuuck, Bubble, you feel too good. So fucking tight.” I grit my teeth.
He keeps a steady rhythm, but I see his thighs shaking. He’s either tired from the position, or he’s hanging by a thread as much as I am.
I sit up and hold his waist when he’s fully seated.
“You’re so amazing, Curtis.” I suck the skin below his neck. He’s so light and small I could move anywhere with me still inside him. I keep that thought for another time. For now, we both need to find relief.
I snake my hands around his back and gently pull him down so we're lying with his back to my front.
