He pushed his ass back, giving himself to me. “Feels good,” he managed.
I finally pushed my underwear down and freed my cock. I gripped the base and hissed with the relief of touching myself. Thrusting my fingers against Peyton’s prostate, I fisted my base and pumped so that my crown beat against him, leaking on his hole, staying right on the edge for painfully long minutes.
“Are you ready to try my cock?”
Peyton pushed his ass back. “Fuck yeah,” he groaned. I let go of my cock and reached around to grab him, finding him throbbing hard and raw. “Urrrgghh… I’ll come,” Peyton gasped.
I released him. “Breathe,” I said. “I’ll go slow.”
Spreading Peyton’s cheeks, I rode my cock along his crease, then grabbed my base. I positioned my glistening crown against his hole, and the friction burned the tenderest part of me. Peyton’s rim seized, clenching tight, but as I kept torturing him with my crown, his slicked-up hole opened to me.
I rotated my hips slowly, stretching him. “How’s this feel?”
“Good.” His voice was tight, and then I heard him breathe again. “It hurts, but I like it.”
I reached around to the front of him, then found his chest. “Good,” I said, hunching over him. “Soon, it won’t hurt so much anymore.” My fingers closed around his nipple, and I squeezed. This earned another tremble from Peyton, the sensation rocketing through his body, but after it passed, he relaxed, allowing me to slide in.
“Oh!” he gasped.
I pulled him up, closer to standing. There was plenty of lube, and my cock stretched him, sliding in an inch, then another.
“I can feel it everywhere,” he groaned. “Jet, fuck. I can feel you inside me.”
I thrust up, sinking an inch deeper. “You’re so tight. I love fucking your tight hole.”
He seized, clenching down on me. We stayed still until Peyton let out a deep breath, then relaxed, and only then did I slowly rock my hips again. My cock burned, it felt so good, and pumped thicker with every heartbeat.
“Make me come,” he grunted, like an order, then pushed his hips back. “Fuck me until I come, Jet.”
It reminded me of the first night in the alleyway. When I really got Peyton unraveled, he could have a filthy hot mouth. “Yeah, I’m going to fill you up,” I told him, “and shoot my fat load in your ass.”
“Ugggrgghh,” he grunted again. His cock bobbed in the air and slapped against his abs. “Fuck me harder, Jet. I can take it.”
I pulled back and thrust, not nearly as hard as I could, but harder than I had been. I pushed my palm down on my base and tried to drive against his prostate, then bucked my hips, plunging deeper.
Peyton didn’t stop groaning as the tight seal of his ass squeezed me, pulling me in.
“I’m going to come in you,” I grunted, thrusting my hips at a steady beat, driving into the rhythm of his body. “You ready?”
“Uh-huh,” Peyton gasped. “Do it.”
His words lit the fuse, and I ignited. I pumped harder, then harder, and then my climax overpowered me. My cock throbbed and as the orgasm hit my core, I sprayed deep in Peyton’s hole, filling him with my semen. He clenched tight, yanking my cock in, and slammed his fist against the desk as he sprayed his load, his cock erupting without being touched.
My wet, warm release slid down my cock as I stayed buried there in his ass. “Peyton,” I groaned and rubbed his chest, lying on him.
“I need,” he gasped, “my breath.”
I laughed. “You liked that?”
“Fucking. Amazing.”
I laid on top of him in silence, hearts beating fast, and then, out of nowhere, a bang sounded from the office.
Peyton and I both jumped, standing the best we could with my cock buried in his ass. I pulled out while he grabbed for his glasses, and when I turned to the half-lit office behind us, my heart stopped.
There were two people standing there, eyes as wide as saucers. I hadn’t seen either of them in years, and their faces were wrinkled, their hair graying.
I almost choked as I desperately covered myself. “Mom… Dad… What in the hell are you doing here?”
