Bro.It shouldn’t be sexy. I grab my dick, not caring that it’s a dry rub, and glance over my shoulder to see Adam glistening with sweat, the muscles in his side buttock flexing, thighs tense, abs rippling, mouth half-open like a dumb animal just trying to blow a load in whatever tight space he can find.
“This is amazing,” he shouts. “Yippee ki yay, motherfucker. You feeling it too, babe?”
Iamfeeling it, so much so that my prick suddenly explodes in my hand like a grenade, my orgasm hitting me with just as much force.
“Whooooo doggy,” he exclaims as he unleashes his passion, and by passion, I mean bucket-loads of cum. I’ll definitely be douching after this, but for now, I don’t even mind the flood of jizz he’s left behind.
“Damn, that’s a good feeling,” Adam says, coming back to himself enough to check and make sure I got off too. “When you came, I felt that shit squeezing me like a fist. Do I do that too?”
“Yes,” I say, rolling onto my back and spreading my arms wide. “Also when I choke you, part of why I like it so much.”
“So, how was it?” he asks, crawling up to settle his sweaty body on top of mine. I smear the cum still cradled in my hand down his back. He squirms from the sensation, and I feel a little of the balance restored between us.
“Not bad for a beginner,” I tell him, not wanting to inflate his ego too much.
He scoffs. “Beginner? If I’m a beginner, then I must be a fucking prodigy.”
“You are way too confident for a first-timer.”
“You were into it,” he says, nudging my ribs. “I saw you. Fuck, Iheardyou, Cash, all moany and groany. ‘Fuck me harder, Adam. Right there, you big stud.”’
“I didnotmoan and groan, I took it stoically and with dignity as I do everything else.”
He laughs, still high on the rush of mind-blowing sex. “Whatever. You liked it. Maybe evenlovedit. Imma have to sleep with my hands on my junk, or you might try and jump on my dick in the middle of the night.”
He wishes I would.
“Doubtful, dove. I enjoy having bowel control.”
“Is mine the biggest you’ve ever had?”
Ah, men, so predictable.
“Yes,” I tell him. “Not that I’ve measured or anything.”
“Did I make all your high school fantasies come true?”
“One or two of them,” I say grudgingly.
“Good. I’m making a rule.”
I glance over at the stubborn set of his mouth. A rule? This is an interesting turn of events. “Oh really, and what’s that?”
“Whatever we do with other people, I’m the only one who gets to top you.”
Adam is making demands now? I’m not sure how I feel about it, but it is an interesting insight, his need to stake his claim in that way. I so rarely bottom that it’s not a hard concession to make, and I suppose part of me is even… flattered.
“Very well, Adam. Congratulations on unlocking this achievement. You now have the exclusive right to top me.”
“Yesss,” he hisses and pumps one fist, but before he can get ahead of himself…
“Just know that I’m going to make you work for it. Every. Single. Time.”
“Worth it.”
Chapter22
Cassius
