“Find someone to fuck. My balls are going to burst.”
He laughs. “Fucking too right. Need to find me a nice tight pussy to cream.”
“I wasn’t sure that pussy was your thing.” I have no idea, but it’s worth edging him to reaction.
He turns and grins. “It’s not just my thing.” He drops to the floor and starts to do press ups, his arms tense, shoulders pumping. “Does that make you worried I’m going to cream your ass.”
My cock hardens. My aunt saw that I was experienced with women and she liked to watch others blow me, or me them. But no one had fucked me.
“I heard you can’t get it up, Joey.”
He drops his hips to the floor and pushes up his chest in a cobra. “I can get it up and keep it up all night.” He looks to the door. “You’re not running. I thought a pretty boy like you would be worried about his ass.”
“Wasn’t sure if you were serious.” I’m hoping he was.
Joe shrugs, standing up and pulling off his fatigues. He isn’t wearing underwear and his cock is as hard as mine. Long and thick, cut. A thick vein is visible.
“How many girls have you fucked?” He stands looking at me, sun darkened skin. “Did you fuck the princess? Someone said you lived there. I heard she was a goer.”
I feel temper prickle down my spine and I lift my eyes from his cock to his face. He’s grinning wildly and I know he’s trying to provoke me.
“She’s not a goer. And if you fucking say one bad word about her, you won’t say anything else for a long fucking time. We clear?” I stand up off the bed.
“She’s got a decent pair of tits though. Wouldn’t mind sucking on them.” He starts to stroke his cock.
I burn between rage and desire.
Two paces later and he’s blocked the fist I’ve thrown at his face and we’re on the floor, hitting and restraining, his hard dick pushed against my bare stomach as we roll around on the dusty floor.
There are no more words. No more insults. Our energy goes into trying to hurt each other only it’s become trying to touch instead. I grip his ass as he rolls on top of me, feeling wetness from his cock on my stomach. This is all a prelude to a fuck.
I don’t fight him as he unzips my pants. I take his face between my hands and pull his mouth to mine, feeling our stubble scrape against each other’s skin and I devour his mouth.
He tastes of musk and spice and desert and the kiss is ferocious. My pants are lost and I feel our cocks against each other, our hands now fighting to touch and be touched.
Release.
Too long here. Too long with nothing. Too long not knowing whether the next explosion would be the one that killed us.
“You been fucked before?” He’s still above me, pressing over my body and I can see every inch of his.
“No.”
“Want me to?”
“Blow me first.”
“After. Wait.”
He goes to the one bag he carried and pulls out two foil packets. Condom and lube.
“Why the fuck do you have those?”
“You never know when you’re going to get lucky.” He pulls on the condom, stroking his dick. I keep my eyes on it, my own hand tossing my cock.
Joe returns, taking my mouth and I fight back until his finger pushes past the rim of my ass. There’s a burn, one I know because this isn’t the first time I’ve had fingers up there, but it passes. He grips my cock with his other hand, moving his fist up and down.
“I’ll suck you real fucking good after. Even let you fill my mouth.”
