He’s got at least two fingers inside me. But he’s not just pounding away like some straight dude in a porno. Harry’s got a technique, and he’s, well, coaching me.
His fingers are rotating as he moves them in and out. And he’s not pulling them all the way out. He leaves them in, simply gliding them back and forth. The lube helps him go deeper, but every so often, he spits too. Saliva on its own isn’t going to do the trick, but a saliva chaser on top of lube works surprisingly well. He’s using his free hand to keep me spread, allowing the one inside me to go further, and while I’ve never experienced it before, I’m fairly certain he’s hitting my prostate, because my hips are shaking in a way that’s never happened before, and there’s precum leaking out of my cock like a dripping faucet.
“Harry, if you want me to fuck you, you need to stop.”
Without a word, he pulls out, slapping my ass cheek before leaning forward and kissing it. He lowers his legs, and my fingers slip out of him. All three of them. He’s more than ready to take me.
He pats my ass again, giving me a little nudge, and I move off him.
“I need a quick drink of water. Want some?”
I’m not really thirsty, but I also know it’s a good idea to hydrate during strenuous activities.
“Okay.”
I move to the couch and watch Harry push himself up. He heads to a cabinet in the kitchen, his boner bouncing as he walks.
He’s behind me now, but I can hear water from the sink, followed by him washing his hands and filling the glasses.
“You okay if I take this jock off?” I pull on the waistband, my dick eager for freedom.
He’s behind me, presenting a small glass of water over my shoulder. I take it, and he leans down, kissing my neck, making all sorts of new nerves come alive. “Wait. Let me do it.”
Harry sits next to me. Not on the other side of the couch, but right next to me. The entire side of his body is plastered against mine, like we’re connected by sticky tape. He’s out of breath—probably from being suffocated by my ass, and he gulps his water quickly.
“Before we . . . move on, let’s chat about sexual health.” He takes the last sip of his water, and sets his glass down on the coffee table he moved to the edge of the rug. “I haven’t had a boyfriend . . . in a long time.”
“Harry, you’re twenty-eight.”
“Since high school. But I’ve dated. Had some encounters. I’m tested regularly. Clear results across the board.”
A burning ignites in my core, thinking of Harry with other men. I take a sip of my water attempting to extinguish it and smile. I have no right being jealous.
“I haven’t been with anyone in three years,” I say. “I get tested at my yearly physical, which was last summer.”
Harry edges forward, reaches under the couch, andpulls out a strip of condoms. “Let’s use these. Just to be safe. If things . . . continue, we can talk more about it. Sound good?”
He holds the condoms up, and they fall. There’s four of them. I’m not sure what he’s expecting, but I nod. “Sure. Of course. Happy to suit up.”
“How about I put it on for you?”
“Um, sure. Okay.”
Harry takes my almost empty glass and puts it on the table next to his. When he returns to the sofa, he pushes my legs apart and kneels before me. My dick, still raging hard and desperate to escape the confines of the jockstrap, becomes even firmer as his fingers crawl under the waistband and brush against the tip.
With a quick glance and a smirk so delicious I could eat it for dinner, Harry pulls the fabric down, finally freeing my cock.
“There we go.” He runs his fingers over it, catching the precum on this thumb and rubbing it against the head. “You’re horny.”
“Yeah, how’d you figure that out?”
He pulls my entire shaft back, then lets it go. A loud slap echoes in the room. “Lucky guess.”
With a quick rip, Harry removes the condom, holds my erection up, and places it at the tip. It slides down easily, a snug fit, but there will be no complaints from me. He squirts some lube on me then nods, and I take over, spreading the lube over my cock, while he adds more to his ass.
“How did you want to . . .” My dick pulses in my hand, so ready to be inside him.
“Let’s start like this.” He pushes me against the back cushions of the sofa. “I’ll ride you.”
