Page 10 of Double or Nothing

“Prove you want it. Spread your ass cheeks for me.”

His hands may be unsteady, but he manages it. Bryce the horny beauty spreads his ass cheeks for me and clenches his hole around my cummy fingers. My mouth waters at the sight, but I can’t plough straight in there. I’ll tear him to pieces.

“Got any lube?” I ask, and he nods.

“Bedside table.”

“Right,” I kick my trousers off, grab a johnny from the pocket, “let’s go.”

The bedroom isn’t far, and I’m up on the mattress by the time he’s fished the tube from his drawer. He hands it over and positions himself on all fours, but I don’t want all fours. I want him flat and pinned to the bed. I want the weight of my body against his back. Power.

I shove him down with a spread that ass again, and he does as he’s told. I squirt a load of lube over my hand and dribble it between his cheeks, and then I get to work on his tight hole, building him up slowly until he’s bucking back against four fingers at once. He might be out of practice, but he’s not out of enthusiasm. He swallows me up like a true anal loving bitch, and I’m heady from the dirty squelches, my cock pulsing so bad it’s aching.

He’s hard again now. I can see it in the way he’s grinding, reckless. He’s ready for my cock, even if it does fucking hurt.

I rip open the johnny and slide it on in seconds, and then I lower myself so I’m pressing down on my willing recipient.

I groan against his ear as I rub my cock head up and down his ass crack.

“I’m gonna fuck you hard, you know that?”

“Yes, I gathered.”

“You going to beg for it, like a good boy?”

He twists his face, so close to mine. “No. I’m not going to beg for it.”

“No? Why the fuck not?”

The pride from earlier is still in his eyes. It gives me another round of flutters in my gut.

“Because I don’t need to beg for it,” he says. “You’re as desperate as me. You’re just better at hiding it.”

“That’s not true,” I tell him, and fuck how he cries out when I plunge in in one, all the way to the balls. “I’m even more desperate than you are, you hot bastard.”

“Jesus! Fucking hell, that hurts!”

I grin, circling my hips as he curses some more, and then I ask him again.

“Want me to stop?”

He gives me more heavy breaths, but this time I don’t need to ask for proof, he offers it. He reaches behind and spreads his ass cheeks, even though it must hurt like sin.

“Stopping is the last thing I want,” he says. “I’ve been dreaming of this for years.”

I fuck Bryce harder than I’ve fucked a guy in years myself, pinning him flat with my forearm on the back of his neck. I use the sweet vice of his ass to drive myself to the brink, and then ease it back again, over and over until I’m groaning wild, with the kinky bastard spurring me on underneath him.

“You’re so fucking good at this,” he says. “Oh fuck, I’ve needed this. I’ve needed this so fucking bad. Fuck me harder, Jack. HARDER!”

From pretty boy’s lips to God’s ears, his words are a switch. I grit my teeth and fight against the squeeze of his vicelike asshole, thrusting like a bull, each slam a beauty that has him singing holy fucks like a choirboy.

“Jesus!” he yells when my cock finally bursts and I slam him to the hilt with each spasm, my cock a rod of fire as he grunts and squirms.

I only wish I was raw.

I’d love to see my cum bubble out of his ruined hole when I pull free, but I’m sheathed in fucking rubber.

What a glorious sight as I pull out, his puckered asshole throbbing before my eyes.