I shuffle back, lie down, and hook my arms under my legs to keep them up. I don't have any expectations about what to expect but then—"Whoa!"
I peer down the left side of my body. Tex cocks his head, grinning. "You like?"
I shake my head. "No. Ilove."
"Good. Lie back, relax, and let me do my thing."
I do just that, lost for words as pleasure unlike anything I've ever experienced before washes over me. How is he able to do that? I close my eyes and surrender to the bliss, the sounds of Tex hungrily munching on my hole filling the room.
He adjusts how he's sitting, putting his mouth on double duty as he alternates between my ass and my cock, and I'm so aroused I could come any second now.
And it's much, much,muchtoo soon for that.
I pull him off me, eager to repay the favor. "On your back," I instruct.
When he flips over, I keep his legs suspended with one hand and go to town on his ass. Now that I know firsthand how fucking good it feels, it spurs me on to fully make out with his tight pink hole. When I graze my stubble over it, his whole body shudders.
"Soooo good," he moans.
I keep going, sticking my whole face down there until I'm glazed in my own saliva and the manly scent of his most private area.
I spit on his hole a few times and begin easing my fingers into it. He's so tight at first that I worry he won't be able to take me, but after a few minutes of slowly building up, one finger at a time, his body relaxes.
I notice his hand moving, and a moment later, a bottle of lube appears.
"Multitasking," I observe with a grin. "I like it."
"Need you inside me now," he pleads, and the neediness in his voice makes me even harder.
"What about rubbers?" I ask.
He shakes his head. "I'm on PrEP."
"I haven't been with anyone since—" He looks at me and gives a small nod, letting me know he knows what I'm saying without me having to say it.
"Then we're all clear," he says, beaming with that incredible smile of his, and, man, I need to take a photo of that for when I'm old and senile.
I place his calves against the front of my shoulders and guide my dick toward his entrance. "Gonna go slow," I assure him.
He nods, his eyes brimming with so much trust it takes my breath away. I'd forgotten how it feels to be seen as worthy of someone's trust. I'm not going to disappoint him.
So, moving as slow as I can, I ease into him, inch by careful, measured inch so as not to hurt him. His breathing comes in short, sharp pants, and his hands reach out, bracing my sides.
"You okay?" I ask when I finally bottom out.
"Whoaaaaa. This is intense."
"Too much."
He grimaces, and I'm about to start pulling back when he says, "Just…enough. It's…it's…perfect."
I give him some time to adjust, and when he starts rocking against me his eyes flutter open, and his lips stretch out into a beautiful smile. "You're inside me."
I smile. "I know."
"This feels incredible."
"It does."
