Peytor said nothing, simply guided his legs up until he bared himself for me just as I had minutes before.
“Beautiful,” I whispered in awe as I stared at his very tight puckered hole. “I love that I get to take this first.”
I caressed the outside of his opening, reveling in his responsiveness, at the way his asshole clenched at my touch.
With deft movements, I coated my fingers and his hole with oil before gently pressing just my pinky inside.
Peytor gasped through gritted teeth, his muscles immediately tensing and seizing.
“Relax,” I commanded, pushing my finger past his tight ring of muscle. “Take a deep breath and relax.”
His breaths came in pants as I slowly fucked inside, gently adding a second and then third finger as I read his bodily cues. It took a half hour andnearly the whole bottle of lube, but I finally was able to get his muscles relaxed enough, his asshole open enough, to accommodate my length.
I poured the remaining oil on my cock and notched my head at his entrance.
We were both covered in sweat, Peytor’s face redder than a tomato, from the extensive foreplay.
But he was ready—more than ready to have me.
“Do it,” he said.
In a swift motion, I pushed through the initial resistance of his tight hole and seated myself in one long thrust.
We groaned together, my forehead falling forward against his.
“Oh, fuckkkkk,” he groaned, elongating the last word in a rushed exhale against my lips. “Oh, fuck, Lex. I’m going to come as soon as you move.”
“Do you want me to move?” I rasped through a smile. His forehead slid against mine as he eagerly nodded.
“Yes. It burns and stretches but oddly feels . . . good?”
I husked a laugh and pressed a quick kiss against his lips.
“Yes, it does,” I said with a small, experimental thrust.
Peytor groaned loudly, putting a wicked smile on my lips.
“But this feels better,” I whispered as I fucked Peytor fast and hard, my balls slapping against his oiled ass.
I bent his legs closer to his chest, angling his body upward so I could hit that spot deep inside that I knew would have him spilling in minutes.
Peytor mewled and whimpered, his blunt nails dragging against the skin on my back, undoubtedly leaving red marks I would wear with pride.
“Lex, Lex, Lex,” he whined.
“I know what you need, Peytor. Trust me to give you what you need.”
“I do, I do,” he chanted with each of my thrusts. His cock jostled between us, rubbing against my sweaty abdomen.
He was so tight, his muscles rippling around my length, that I was certain I’d blow before Peytor came a second time.
Just as I thought about urging his orgasm along with my hand, he came with a surprised shout, cum spurting from the swollen head of his cock to land in hot stripes against my abdomen and chest before smearing on his as I continued to thrust into his asshole.
“Oh, shit,” he whispered, eyes hazy from a second orgasm.
“My turn,” I rasped, pounding into him as I chased the feeling of fire as it rippled down my spine.
With a shout against Peytor’s shoulder, I stilled inside, emptying my balls completely into his tight hole.
