“I don’t know.” His breath stutters as he releases it. “I-I can’t decide. I want everything. All of it. I want to feel full, and I want to make you feel full. I want to be open and broken, and I want to fuck my dick into you.”
Every time I think he can’t get any hotter, he says something like that.
“I can make that happen.” A blast of arousal strips my voice of whatever it is that usually makes it smooth. “All you have to do is lie back on the bed and spread your legs for me.”
He sits on the end of the bed and scrambles backward, stretching out with a flare of lust in his eyes and a slight flush of embarrassment on his cheeks. He breathes out through his mouth a few times, steadying himself, centering himself. Then he opens his legs.
There’s a flash of skin and a shadow of dark hair. His beautiful cock, hard and needy, and a hint of his ass presented to me.
I lose the rest of my clothes at breakneck speed, gaze trained on Lennon the entire time.
“Give me a sec,” I say, dashing to my room and returning as quickly as possible.
I drop onto the bed beside him and open the storage box I got from my room.
He watches with interest as I unzip it. His eyes widen notably as I rifle through the contents.
“So,that’sa collection,” he whispers.
I’m not sure what he’s talking about, but I like the way he says it.
I find what I’m looking for. Almost. I hold up an unthreatening stainless-steel plug and show it to him, passing it from one hand to the other to make sure he gets a good look at it.
“So,” I say, “I was thinking of putting this in you, but looking at it now, I don’t think it’s big enough.” I stroke my cock slowly, squeezing near the base and gently pulling the foreskin back to show him what I have for him. “You take this like a champ, don’t you? Hmm? Yeah, you do, so I think you’ll need something a little bigger to make sure you feel it as hard as I want you to feel it.”
A shallow breath shudders out of him, shaking his shoulders gently from side to side.
The next plug I hold up is heavier and more substantial. Almost as thick as I am at its widest point. A clear ring of white appears around his irises, and he feeds his bottom lip into his mouth, scraping his teeth on it as he releases it.
“Do you want this, Lennon?” I ask.
He reaches out and touches the plug gingerly, circling it between his forefinger and thumb to test the girth. His eyes gleam. “Will you let me fuck you hard if I let you put it in me?”
Oof.
“Yeah, I will, baby. I promise.”
A slow smile spreads across the bottom half of his face and his head drops back onto the pillow. He opens his legs a little wider before reaching down, cupping his balls, and lifting them out of the way. My chest fills with heat. With pure, molten lust that beats fast. In my face, in my fingers, in the base of my cock.
I lube the toy and run my fingers down his taint with a little regret. I could slip a finger into him right now. I could. It would be easy, and I know how much I love that hot squeeze. That tight clench, and that little wince. I want to do it badly, but more than I want that for me, I want Lennon to experience the breathtaking rush, the cool bite of metal as it breaches him. And I want to see his face when an inanimate object stretches him open.
Blood rushes through my veins, and my tongue grows thick and heavy as I stroke Lennon’s rim, fighting temptation, circling it lightly until his eyelids slide half closed. I line the plug up before I change my mind and attack him with my tongue. I pant softly as I grip the toy firmly by the base and inch it into him. The tip goes in easily, narrow and rounded, nudging him open.
Lennon’s head rolls back and he expels a quick, heated breath.
I tease him to make him feel good, pushing the toy in half an inch and easing it out again. It sensitizes him, I can tell, because his abs begin to clench each time I do it. I give him a little more when he looks up at me. His eyes are blazing with desire, andI want to keep him like this, wanting but not wild. Wanting but present. Here with me so he can experience every feeling, every sensation, and remember it forever.
I pull the toy out completely to let him catch his breath, and then push it in harder until I meet resistance. His top lip curls and he lets out a little grunt as he tries to accommodate it. I hold it there, in the tight fist of his muscle, until he bears down and relaxes. The toy slips in, sinking into him to almost the widest part of the bulb. His ass spasms around it. The smooth, shiny ring goes white and then pink from the effort. I hold the toy where it is, kissing his knee lightly, murmuring softly to him, as he surrenders to the tender, most intimate part of the stretch.
His head turns to the side and he bites his bottom lip hard as I give the plug a last, firm nudge.
A long, brain-melting moan seeps out of him.
Oh God, that sound. I love that sound. It’s the sound I was talking about earlier. The soft sound I have to coax out of him.
“Oof. That moan already? But, baby, I’ve barely gotten started.” He smiles as his sphincter gives way, stretching, struggling, and swallowing the rest of the toy in a single, big gulp. The flared base sucked up close to him, sealing him sweetly. “Fuck, you look good plugged,” I rasp. “Does it feel good?”
“Yeah, but not as good as you.”
