As promised, Toby had taken a couple of vacation days to help Ernest with planting the new seedlings.He had to wait a couple of weeks so Niall could fill in for him.It had also been three weeks since Toby had won the race.
Ernest had lots to say about how Toby had won, but he didn’t deny that Toby had not specifically said anything about not shifting.Therefore, Ernest had agreed to honor Toby’s win.If he’d gotten a sense of trepidation from Ernest, Toby would not have claimed his prize.Only Ernest hadn’t been able to hide the intrigue at what it would be like to have his prostate massaged when Toby had shown him the small massager.It might have helped that he’d put it on to demonstrate and came up with the great idea of using it on the head of Ernest’s cock.He’d bellowed his way through what was a volcanic eruption.
Today was the day Toby was claiming his prize.“Bend over the bed for me, darling.”
Ernest groaned under his breath, his cock hardening as he did as Toby asked.Firm butt cheeks clenched and released when Toby ran a lubed finger down the crack of Ernest’s ass.Toby had no desire to top, but he did love the idea of giving Ernest an experience he’d never had before.
His slick finger circled Ernest’s quivering hole until his cock was fully hard and he was mumbling encouragement.Their minds fully open, Toby felt Ernest’s shock at how much pleasure he had from Toby’s touch.
When he stopped to pick up the lube and smear the small vibrator, Ernest made a noise of complaint.“Feels good?”
“Didn’t think I’d enjoy this,” he confessed.“I can see why you like it.”
“Like doesn’t anywhere near cover what enjoyment I get when you touch my ass.”
Circling Ernest’s hole with the cool tip of the vibrator brought with it a fresh wave of lust when he recalled how much he liked the vibration against his cock.“Your prostate is more sensitive,” Toby shared as it slipped in easily.
Tempted to do more, Toby stepped back, knowing Rick would arrive shortly.
Ernest didn’t move, not a twitch of a muscle.
“Is everything alright?”Toby wiped the lube from his fingers on a towel he’d brought from the bathroom earlier.
“Erm… no… yes… oh, I’m not sure.”Ernest rose as if he’d injured his back, coming up slowly in stages.“Ohhhh,” he hissed, his cock fully hard, his body flushed with color.
“Feels good.”Toby felt just how good because Ernest was sharing exactly how good it was, right along with the visual display of his arousal.
“How am I supposed to work like this?”questioned Ernest, eyeing himself with concern.
“It’s tiny, it won’t hinder your movement.”Toby bit the inside of his cheek to prevent laughter from escaping at how that was not what Ernest was worried about.
“I’m not so sure about that,” he muttered as he walked stiltedly towards the clothes laid on a chair.
“Just think about later, how you can unleash the buildup of excitement and how you get to share it with me.”Toby went to Ernest and gave him a brief kiss when he was fully on board with that.
“I suppose that’s a way to look at it.”Ernest dressed slowly and with care.
“Now let’s go get breakfast.”Toby might not have been a morning person, but this made getting up early very worthwhile.Toby strolled out of the room whistling a cheerful tune.He’d need to thank Niall because already this was way more fun than he’d ever expected when he’d opened the gift.
Sitting at the table, munching on a bowl of cereal Toby continued to grin at Ernest, who, instead of sitting with him, was looking at the chair next to Toby with trepidation.
Toby slipped a hand into his jeans pocket and hit the on switch.Ernest’s hands flew to his backside, his moan just as much of a tease to Toby.His cock plumped in expectancy of what was to come.
“Morning, any coffee going?”Rick didn’t halt as he strode in.“I need a new mattress, mine isn’t comfortable.”
It was all so normal, Toby had to hide a chuckle, before replying, “There’s plenty.”
Oh no… Rick he’s right there.
Do you want me to turn it off?Toby sent a reminder of the massager on top of Ernest’s cock and how much he’d enjoyed it.
I don’t know,he answered after a few seconds.
Toby flicked it off and rose to take his empty bowl to the sink.He rinsed his bowl, laid it on the drainer and then turned to both men.“What’s up first?”he wriggled his fingers at them.“You have a willing helper, use me.”He gave Ernest a salacious grin.Any way you want.
How did I get so lucky?
He wasn’t sure Ernest was aware he’d projected that thought, and Toby slipped a hand into his pocket and hit the on button again.
