Jamie whimpers again and nods, the bulge in his panties showing how much he wants this.
“Can we get on the bed?” he asks.
“Yeah.” I hold out my hand to help him up. “Come on.”
I lead him to the bed while Tank gets lube and a condom from the drawer, exchanging a look with Max first, I guess checking this is okay with him. Max’s pupils are practically blown; he looks more turned on than any of us right now.
“It will be easier if I stand,” Tank says, positioning himself at the end of the bed.
Tank
I was looking forward to getting some good head tonight. I’ve never gotten it from a guy before, but I figured head is head, right? And if someone offers you the best fucking head of your life, you don’t turn that down. But when Jamie stepped out in that lingerie, with those little panties and heels, and fucking glitter on his nipples… At first it confused the shit out of me, is it okay for me to think a guy is pretty? Beautiful even? I don’t fucking know… but I said it.
I even kissed him, which I wasn’t expecting to do at all, but he was like a siren or temptress, I couldn’t say no. And then I couldn’t stop staring at his ass while he sucked Pretty Boy’s dick, his round peachy ass, it took everything in me not to reach out and grab him.
Seeing him on his knees in front of me is what tipped me over the edge, the look in his eyes when I filled him withmy dick, I knew I needed more. I wanted all of his pleasure, I wanted to fill him, feel him. Did I come in here expecting to fuck a guy in the ass tonight? No. But is that what I want… fuck yes.
I stand at the end of the bed after grabbing lube and a condom, while Jamie gets on his hands and knees in front of me. I slide his panties down, parting his cheeks to look at him. I’ve done anal with women before, and I guess this is no different?
“You want me to finger you first?” I ask, assuming he’ll need to be loosened.
“I prepped earlier and got myself ready,” he says over his shoulder, “so I’m good to go.”
“Are you comparing your delicate little fingers to my dick?”
Max chuckles from across the room. “He can take it, can’t you, beautiful?”
Jamie whimpers and nods. Holy shit…
I roll on the condom and slather my dick with lube, before squirting some around Jamie’s hole. I know Max said he could take it, but I can’t resist sliding a finger in to feel how tight he is. Before I have a chance to do anything, Jamie starts moving his hips, fucking himself on my finger.
“Eager little thing, aren’t you?” I murmur, gripping his ass with my free hand.
Jamie cries out when he hits a certain spot, and holds there, tensing around my finger.
“What are you doing to him?” Pretty Boy asks. “He looks like he’s gonna come.”
“Uh…” I say, not exactly sure.
“That’s his prostate,” Max says, “and yeah, he’ll come just from that if you let him keep going.”
“Holy shit,” Pretty Boy whispers, a look of awe on his face as he watches Jamie.
“I don’t think so,” I say, pulling my finger out and gripping his hips. “He’ll come with my dick buried inside him.”
At first Jamie whimpers at the loss, but it soon turns into a cry when I line myself up with him.
“Are you ready?” I ask.
“Please,” he moans.
I push into him, easing myself in at first, but as he relaxes around me I go deeper.
“Fuck me, you’re tight,” I say, “holy fuck.”
Pretty Boy chuckles, “You still sure you can take us both?”
Jamie nods, rocking himself on my dick.
