Page 36 of Muscle Cub

Austin’s eyes were sparks in the dark. “Let’s get in the tent,” he whispered.

As I unzipped the door flap, I said, “It’ll be easier if we strip out here while we’re standing upright.”

He nodded enthusiastically, and we raced to undress.

I took his clothes, wadded them up with mine, and tossed the whole bundle into a corner of the tent.

Austin chuckled. “Look at you being all fuck the housekeeping.”

I shrugged and crawled in first. Before following me, he arranged our shoes—my shoes—side by side on the mat outside.

I lay back on the cool fabric of the sleeping bag I was using as a duvet, wondering at the wisdom of getting naked all at once, but Austin covered my body with his warm bulk and kissed me again. Deeper, slower, sloppier.

I’d never been with a man I desired this much. Even when I’d first gotten together with Charles, when I was nineteen and I’d been fantasizing about him for weeks, the urgency had been… polite compared to this.

Austin spread his knees and slid his thick thighs to either side of my torso, cradling my hips and trunk as he rocked his cock against my belly, holding me in place as he ground his meaty ass against my gloriously hard dick.

He broke the kiss. “Fuck me,” he said. “Stick that dick in me and fuck the hell out of me as hard and fast as you can.”

His directness excited me, and his demanding tone stirred something powerful in me. Fucking a man had once been inherently aggressive. Nothing sadistic or dominating but a spark of power. For so long, I’d felt broken and apologetic. I’d entirely given up for years, and then, trying to find my way back, it had all been worrying and praying.

And whether it was the pill, the bonfire spell, Austin himself—or some combination of all of it—I felt powerful again.

I bucked against him, the move surprising him enough that he lost his balance, and I was able to throw him off me. I rolled him onto his back and shoved his thighs apart with my knees.

I repositioned myself over him, my legs between his, my lips hovering inches above his.

I was so hard I ached. “I don’t mind if you want to beg for it. But I don’t need you to tell me how to fuck you.” I smiled to soften the words. “I’ll fuck you how I want to.”

He moaned.

I released more of my weight onto him, letting my belly fully relax against his. My cock pressed deeper into the furry crease beneath his balls.

He wrapped his arms around me and held our chests together.

I covered his mouth with mine, stifling both our groans, and he threw his legs around me, crossing his ankles, crushing me, trapping me, and his hands slid down to grab my ass as if he could pull me into him.

The head of my dick leaked against his hole, the tip sliding, catching, and almost slipping inside.

There was nowhere left for me to go but inside him. But first… “Let me go for a minute,” I whispered.

He released me, and I reached for the lantern. I turned it on and brought it with me as I scooted down to the end of the mattress. I wanted to see the most secret parts of him. I set my feet against the floor of the tent, put my hands beneath his knees, and shoving with all my strength, I rolled him nearly in half. I ran my nose along his exposed taint. His scent was clean, still faintly shower damp. Repeated exposure to his body wash was quickly turning the citrus fragrance into an aphrodisiac, and his faint, natural musk was as potent as any drug.

I flattened my tongue against his hole and dragged it up to his sac. He cursed incoherently, grabbed his knees, and held himself open for me. With my hands free, I was able to hold his nuts out of the way. I pointed my tongue and drove it into him as deep as I could. I pulled back and spat on his hole, catching the moisture with my thumb, circling the ring of muscle, then pressing it into him.

The taste of him… Fuck. I could’ve stayed there forever, licking his hole, lubing him with my spit, and listening to the sounds he made.

I alternated tongue-fucking him and pulling him open with my thumbs until he was wet and ready, panting and begging for me.

I knelt on one knee and teased him with the tip of my cock. I’d wanted the light so I could watch the head of my dick disappear into him. I kept pulling out and putting it back in again, just the tip. He whimpered when I retreated, a bereft sound, and his hole stayed slack and open for me, the ring of muscle quivering.

“Damn,” he gasped. “We gotta be making one hell of a shadow puppet, Prof.”

I paused, listening to the footsteps and voices passing on the trail, mere feet from where we were. Were they watching us?

Don’t think about it.

I shoved in again, deeper this time.