“Fuck, Harry.”
I stand and move behind him, taking in the view before resuming.
“What’s wrong? Do we need more lube?” He grabs the tube from the sofa and hands it back.
“No. I mean, maybe. Sure.” I take it, squirting some on my dick and rubbing it around the shaft. “I just wanna look at you for a second.”
He arches his back, exposing his hole. My hands are on him, massaging, spreading, rubbing the tip of my cock on his opening, but not entering him yet. I want to take a moment to appreciate his beautiful butt.
“Your ass is absolutely perfect, Harry. This ass exceeds all the standards. Extra credit for the tiny bit of fuzz around the perimeter.” I run my thumb around it, teasing him. “As long as I’ve lusted after you, I never imagined it would be this magnificent.”
He wiggles his ass a little, and I slap my dick on his right cheek, then place it in position but don’t go further.
“You want it, Harry? You want me to fuck your gorgeous hole?”
“Please, Coach. Get in there. Now.”
As he pushes back, my cock slides in effortlessly, the familiar warmth and pressure comforting my entire soul.
“Hold on,” he says. “Don’t move. Let me take over for a minute.”
Unsure what he wants me to do, I let go of him and place my hands behind my head. Harry turns around and eyes me up and down.
“Fuck, Darius. Stay just like that. With your pits showing.” He takes a deep inhale. “Just like that.”
And then he moves back, taking me all the way in. Ido as I’m told, keeping my hands where they are, and Harry fucks my dick as I get completely lost in the complete bliss coursing through my veins.
“Use my cock, Harry. Fuck it with that sweet ass.”
This spurs him on. He’s moving faster, and the sensation is like nothing I’ve felt before. He’s doing all the work, and I don’t know what I can do. So I talk.
“You’re doing such a good job, Harry. Fucking me like this. That’s it. Good job. So good.”
I leave one hand behind my head, and reach over with the other, running my fingers through his curls.
“Grab it,” he says. “My hair. Pull it—lightly.”
My fingers grasp on, and I do as he asks. Harry’s head falls back, and he continues fucking me while I tug gently on his hair.
“This okay?” I ask.
“Fuck, yes.” He pauses, his body heavy with breath. “Okay, you can take over now. I’m tapping you in, Coach.”
I laugh at him trying to sound like he knows anything about sports and grab onto his waist with one hand. I pull him back, and he spreads his knees a little wider.
“There we go,” I say. “Get ready for a pounding.”
I reach around with my free hand, and his cock is so hard. So wet. I give him a few strokes, the precum making it slick, and Harry moans, arching his back and bucking into me as I jerk him. My heart hammers in my chest, knowing he’s loving this as much as me.
I lean over, moving my mouth closer to his neck, and pepper it with kisses. “Damn, Harry. You’re so fucking sexy. So fucking hot. I wanna rail you like this forever.”
I’m pretty sure the noises he’s making—a low rumble of consent—mean he agrees with everything I’m saying. The air vibrates with his desperate whimpers and moans, building the heat until it happens. That tiny scratch deep inside my core signals my orgasm is on its way.
“Good, don’t stop,” he says. “Harder, Darius. I love your dick inside me. Plowing me.”
“Harry, I’m close. Do you want me to . . .”
I’ve got the condom on. I could keep going, come inside him. I’m unsure what he wants me to do. All I know is I want whatever Harry wants.
