“I’m going to warm you up,” he said. “And I’m going to take my time. You give your boyfriend a good story while I’m doing it.”
Malcolm whimpered again, and Maddox grabbed my cheeks with both hands, pulling them apart and exposing my hole. When his lips landed against my entrance, I wiggled forward, and my cock twitched to full attention. “Yes,” I moaned, “I want your tongue inside of me.”
Without really thinking, I grabbed at Malcolm’s pants and pulled them off. The soft licking along my entrance was already driving me out of my mind, and when Malcolm laughed and kicked his pants to the ground, I reached for his cock, wrapping my fist around his stiff shaft.
“I want you to feel it,” I groaned, Maddox’s tongue pushing through my first quivering muscles. “I want you to feel what he’s doing to me.”
Maddox hitched my hips in the air, and just like he promised, he took his time opening me up. With every inch his tongue explored, it was like I was finding a whole new kind of pleasure. He teased the edges, swirled along my pucker, and stretched my canal wider with each expert thrust of his tongue. The whole time, I kept slobbering over Malcolm’s cock, sucking on it while the filthiest words came tumbling out of my mouth.
“I want that cock inside of me,” I groaned, licking precum from Malcolm’s slit. “I want to feel how fat and hard you are. I need you to teach me, Maddox. Teach me how to fuck Malcolm.”
Malcolm grabbed my hair, and I dove forward, swallowing his cock whole and swirling my tongue across his tip. When I pulled back to suck in a breath of air, Maddox’s finger found my pucker, and he started to stretch me further.
“School me,” I moaned, the words coming out before I could think about them. “Fuck me until I learn. Fuck me until I’m as good as you.”
“I will,” Maddox growled, shifting his weight. When I glanced over my shoulder, I finally got my first full look of his body. His thighs rippled as he knelt on the bed, his legs covered in curly hairs and faded tattoos. His whole torso was one solid mass of muscle and meat, and as he gripped his massive erection, I saw the sparse gray hairs sprouting near his cock.
“Teach me,” I moaned again, barely able to say the words.
Maddox pulled a condom from his wallet, stroking it down his cock while Malcolm and I watched. Malcolm was still dripping cum like a hose, and my hole was clenching and hot, ready to be filled.
But first Maddox slapped his cock between my cheeks. Mounting me from behind, he rocked his hips, thrusting his shaft along my crack faster and faster. When he ripped open a tiny packet of lube and squirted it onto my crack, his cock began to glide.
I tasted what he was going to do to me.
And then Maddox wrapped his arm around my chest, pulled me to my knees, and he began.
“Tell your boy how good he is,” Maddox growled in my ear. While he did, I felt his thick cock, probing between my cheeks.
“You’re so good, Malcolm,” I said. “You’re so damn sexy and sweet. Every time you look at me, it drives me fucking wild.” Maddox started jerking his cock harder against my hole, his heavy balls slapping against the back of my legs while his fist pumped against my cheeks. “You look out for me, Malcolm,” I moaned. “I want to look out for you.”
Malcolm batted his eyelashes, beaming back at me. One hand was wrapped around his cock, and the delicate fingers of his other hand pushed between his legs, searching toward his hole. “I want you to look out for me, too, Gunner,” he whispered.
I groaned again when Maddox’s tip rubbed against my hole, teasing a slow circle. He spit in his hand, and then again. When I turned to glance over my shoulder, he was wetting my entrance.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
I nodded quickly, desperate to feel him inside. “Yes!”
“Breathe,” he ordered, his voice calm and still. He wrapped his arm around my chest again, pulling me close to his body and making sure I felt held. “Breathe nice and easy.”
I took in a couple of deep, slow breaths while he stroked my chest, trailing his fingers along my nipples, which were hard as nails. When the rhythm of our breathing matched up, he pressed his lips against my ear.
“Good boy,” he whispered.
I pushed my ass backward, feeling the hot pressure of his tip against my hole. Maddox was stroking his length, his hand landing steadily against my cheeks. With every breath, his cock landed against my pucker again. My muscles began to tug, eager to feel full, to be stretched.
Was this what it felt like for Malcolm? Did he need to feel me inside of him, full and hard and unmistakably there?
“Easy,” Maddox whispered in my ear. “Easy.” And then, with one slow, steady thrust, he pushed into me.
All my muscles stretched, and for a moment, I thought they were going to clench shut, the burning pain almost too much. When Maddox kept stroking my chest and whispering in my ear, though, I relaxed again. With Malcolm biting his lip and staring at me with his beautiful, watery eyes, Maddox began to rock his hips, his cock entering me and retreating with a slow, perfect rhythm.
“I want to make you feel like this,” I moaned, staring straight into Malcolm’s face. The pleasure was building inside of me, in a place I’d never felt before. It was a burning pleasure, almost painful, but with every twitch of my muscles, I wanted it more.
“Good, Gunner,” Maddox whispered. “Just like that.”
My cock was twitching in front of me, dripping precum down to the sheets. Malcolm stared at it greedily, and I worried he was going to dive down and start sucking. The second I felt his lips, I knew I would erupt in an orgasm I couldn’t control.
“Breathe,” Maddox reminded me, and when I did, he pushed the rest of the way in. My prostate started pulsing, lit up with an electric shock, and my whole body shuddered in response.
He held me like that, his arms keeping me upright while I felt the whole, thick stretch of him. With his fist still gripping his base, I knew his cock could go further, but he had somehow found my limit, taking me right to the edge of what I could handle.
“Are you ready?” Maddox asked, his voice thundering in my ear. I thought he was talking to me, but when Malcolm nodded quickly, I realized that wasn’t true.
“Put a condom on your boyfriend,” Maddox commanded him. “He’s ready for you, too.”
