“Fuck yeah you do,” I manage and gasp when he pushes in deeper. I reach back and grab his wrist, stilling him for a moment as the full feeling surges through me. When I’m ready, I arch again, taking his finger as my body calls out for more.
He follows my rhythm, working first one finger, then two as he matches my pace. Soon enough, he’s fucking me with his hand, and my dick is twitching, my balls hot and heavy, bouncing with the force.
I turn, needing to see his face. When our eyes lock, I’m struck all over again that it’s Riley. That we’re naked together in his bed, the gayborhood cheering out the window as we give each other exactly what we want.
“Kiss me,” I tell him, and he happily obliges.
Now on my back, we make out as he fucks me with his hand, and I’m able to grab his fat dick again. His precum is all the lube I need to stroke him and explore his reactions. He grunts when I drag my thumb across his purple crown, and when I tug on his balls, his entire body quakes.
“Condom,” I gasp.
He nods. “Condom.”
Riley pulls it from the drawer, rips it open, and leans back so I can watch while he rolls it down his thick erection. I stroke lube between my cheeks as I look at him, and Riley groans as he watches me back. I’m ready, but he’s not joking about his size.
Carefully, he grabs both of my legs, and when I nod my encouragement, he pushes them back, supporting me while he spreads my cheeks.
He’s so careful. Tender, even. It’s a side of him I’ve never seen before.
Riley gets in position, burly body hovering over mine, and rubs his sheathed dick to my rim. He watches me carefully, adjusting to my reactions.
We slow down again, moving together, and I let him do the work. My hand goes to his face, and he takes my hip, lifting as he finds his angle. It’s not long until he’s pushing into me, stretching me open.
He’s so intentional, so focused on my pleasure. Any remaining tension melts away as I let the good feelings fill me.
Riley’s cock stretches my hole, entering me one slow inch at a time. I push back, eager, and he stares at me with his hungry, horny eyes. When I give him a nod, he meets my pressure and fully enters me.
Riley slides in and then out, in and out again. It’s electric, a pulse of pure pre-orgasmic bliss that washes through my body, throbbing from my center. I reach up and rub my hands over him, exploring his torso, his bulky biceps, his furry happy trail. We’re both sweating, and he glitters with paint.
Riley fucks me, purposefully and steadily increasing his pace, and as I moan and sprawl back against the bed, I take every thrust.
I find his heavy balls and pull, feeling them tighten as he plows into me.
“So hot,” he growls. “But if you pull, like that... Can’t last… much longer.”
I let go and grab my erection, leaking fat drops of precum against my abs, and when I stroke myself, I’m ready to explode.
“Riley,” I say with a gasp. “I’m so close.”
Riley thrusts harder and buries himself to the hilt, then goes still, staying deep inside me as I writhe on his hard length. I throw my head back as an orgasm swirls at my core, threatening to explode with his cock pressing against my spot.
“There,” Riley says with a gasp, and holds the back of my head as he grinds against me. “You’re so damn sexy,” he says, his voice nearly breaking in my ear. “Ride my dick. Take it just like you want.”
When I clench down hard, lights flashing behind my eyes, I feel his cock expanding. Riley’s body convulses, but he holds himself back. I drag my pleasure out, rolling my hips, and when Riley yells out my name, I shake. My climax erupts, an earthquake at my core, and I spasm and shoot thick jets of cum across my chest, splattering everywhere.
Riley jerks from his hips and lets out a strangled moan. I wrap my arms and legs around him, pulling him close as he hits his orgasm and warmth fills me deep inside.
In his arms, the world swims around us, and we float together on waves of satisfaction.
After a minute of heavy breathing, Riley finally pulls out, gently. He eases me onto the mattress and rolls to the side.
“Fuck,” he says as he takes the condom off and throws it at a trash can.
“Fuck,” I agree.
I roll on my side to look at him, and when our eyes lock, we both laugh.
“Happy Pride,” I say.
