I set the lube and condom on the cushion beside him. Then I moved behind him and ran my hands over his ass, spreading his cheeks so I could see the string of the thong. “You have a perfect ass,” I said. “I want to bite it.”
“I’m hoping you also want to fuck it,” he retorted.
I leaned down to kiss one of the dimples at the base of his spine. “Definitely. I want to feel your channel tight around my cock.” I ran one finger up his crease, tracing the line of the thong. I grasped the strip of material and eased it aside. I spread his cheeks again and kissed down his spine to his tight, pink hole.
He gasped in surprise. “Zach?”
“Hmm?”
“What are you doing?”
I flicked my tongue over his pucker. “Rimming you.”
He moaned with pleasure. “How do you even know about that?”
“Gay porn.” I licked and suckled at his hole, savoring the dark taste of him. He writhed and groaned under my ministrations.
When I slid one finger into his passage, his hips bucked, and he drew in a shuddering breath. “Zach, I’m close. I want your cock in me when I come.”
I gave him one last lick, then rose and grabbed the condom, rolling it over my painfully hard cock. I opened the bottle of lube and drizzled some over his already wet hole. I put more on my fingers and started to prep him, but he shook his head. “No more prep. I want to feel it tomorrow.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I protested.
“You won’t hurt me,” he insisted. “Use lots of lube on your cock and go slow.”
I took a deep breath. “Okay.” I poured a generous amount of lube into my palm and slathered it onto my covered cock. Grabbing hold of his hips, I notched the head of my dick at his entrance. I breached him slowly, feeling the wonderful heat of his tight passage. He let out a breath and bore down, allowing me to slide deeper into him.
Miguel moaned his pleasure when I bottomed out. “Yes,” he hissed. “So good.”
I held still, letting him adjust to me. “Okay?” I asked.
He nodded vigorously. “Yes.”
“Slow and easy or hard and fast?”
“Pound me,” he ground out. “I want to feel it all day at work.”
My cock jerked at his words. I pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back into him. I held his hips in a tight grip, knowing I’d probably leave bruises. Miguel’s cries of pleasure echoed off the high ceiling, spurring me to increase the tempo of my thrusts. “That’s right, baby. Take it. Take all of me.”
I shifted my stance and hit his prostate dead on. His back arched, and he shouted, “Zach. I’m so close. Feels so good.”
I wrapped my hand around his cock, which was still encased in the silk pouch of the thong. The heat of his cock combined with the soft glide of the silk was such a turn-on. My own orgasm rose to the surface. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel you squeeze my dick.”
Miguel’s breath hitched and he came on a strangled cry, coating the inside of the silk thong with his cum. The muscles inside his tight hole clamped down on my shaft so hard I saw stars. I let go of his hip and wrapped my arm around his chest, pulling him upright to lean against me as I drove into him. Two more thrusts and I shouted my release as I shot my cum into the condom.
We stayed in that position for a few moments, breathing heavily and covered in a fine film of sweat. I felt my cock start to soften and slip from his passage, so I quickly grabbed the end and eased myself out of him. Miguel collapsed forward, grabbing hold of the back of the couch. “Holy shit,” he gasped. “That was so hot.”
“Yeah it was,” I replied. I tied off the condom and threw it away in the kitchen trash.
When I returned to the living room, Miguel was just getting off the couch and straightening. He took a step forward and winced. “I haven’t come in my underwear since high school. Now I remember why.”
I went over to him and kissed him. “But you have to admit it was scorching hot.”
“It was,” he acknowledged, his nose crinkling. “Now it’s cold.”
I chuckled and put my arm around his shoulders. “How about we take a shower together? We can clean up and get ready for bed.”
I took his hand and led him into the bathroom. I helped him unhook his corset, unbutton his shirt, and get out of his sticky thong. We took a leisurely shower together, soaping each other up and rinsing each other off. The warm water made us both sleepy, so we toweled off quickly and fell into bed.
