Chapter Thirteen #2
Brian kissed the shell of Troy’s ear before sucking the side of his neck as he toyed with his ass, pushing in, then retreating, stretching him bit by bit. When Brian’s whole index finger was inside, Troy felt almost unbearably full. There was no way.
But the pain faded, and when Brian withdrew fully, Troy couldn’t stop a whine low in his throat.
Brian kissed his ear again with a soft chuckle. “You’re doing so good.”
Troy preened at the praise, lifting his leg higher and bringing his knee toward his chest. “More.”
“You’re dying for it, hmm? Greedy for my cock?”
“Fuck yes.” They hadn’t talked much during sex before, but now they couldn’t seem to shut up. “Give it to me. All of it.”
“Two fingers first.” Brian pushed them past the ring of muscle.
Gasping at the intrusion, Troy seized up. “Fuck,” he muttered.
“You’re so tight. Jesus.” Brian’s hot breath fanned over Troy’s neck.
“I can take it.” He concentrated on his breathing, the burning lessening inch by inch as Brian stretched him.
When Brian bent his fingers, Troy just about shot up straight through the mosquito net.
“Oh sweet fucking Christ. There. That’s…
oh fuck.” His cock had softened as Brian stretched his ass, and now it throbbed back to life.
“Must be the prostate,” Brian murmured, brushing it again.
“Oh my God, don’t ever stop.”
They both laughed, but soon Troy was moaning, his eyes closed as Brian fucked him with his fingers. “Love the way you sound,” Brian muttered. “So hot. Ready for me?”
Troy didn’t hesitate, pushing back. “Yes. Now.” His nipples tingled and his dick ached, and he was so ready.
Until Brian shoved the slick head of his cock inside, and Troy thought he might split in two. It was so hot, like an iron poker. He couldn’t even grunt. Sweat broke out over his rain-slick skin.
Brian ran his hand down Troy’s arm, murmuring as he threaded their fingers together. “Breathe. You’re okay. Tell me if you want to stop.”
It was incredibly tempting to shout, “Yes, stop and never come near my ass again with that thing!” But Troy worked on his breathing, and the burning began to fade. He squeezed Brian’s fingers. “Keep going.”
“Let me in.” Groaning, Brian thrust. He let go of Troy’s hand and pulled open his ass cheek.
Troy had never felt so exposed during sex, but Brian was there, and everything was okay. Everything was amazing. Moans grated his throat, gasps flowing off his tongue. “Keep going,” he repeated.
When Brian shoved into him, the head finally getting inside and the rest following, Troy felt so incredibly full.
“Bear down,” Brian instructed. “Like that. Oh, yeah. So good.” He slipped his arm under Troy and looped it around his chest, their damp skin rubbing.
Wiry hair brushed Troy’s ass, and he realized Brian was all the way inside.
He’d never experienced anything so intense.
The sensation of being full was only part of it.
It somehow felt like Brian had climbed into his skin—that he was touching Troy everywhere, and Troy’s body was expanding in every cell.
Troy felt like his guttural groan came right from his leaking cock.
“You’re so good,” Brian repeated, muttering as he held Troy tightly across the chest and began fucking him in earnest, rocking in and out.
Troy could only moan and cry out, lost in a haze of want and more.
He trusted Brian to take care of him, and he let himself go, taking the thrusts and bolts of pleasure, giving everything up as the sweet tightness in his balls intensified.
His skin sang, and when Brian took hold of his straining shaft, stroking it in tandem with the movement of his hips, his cock stretching Troy so open, Troy actually saw stars, the orgasm tearing through him.
As he rode out the intense bursts of pleasure, he was aware he was clamping down on Brian’s dick. Brian cried out, grunting as he thrust harder, his sweat dripping onto Troy’s shoulder. Shuddering, Brian emptied himself.
Knowing Brian was coming deep inside where no one had ever touched him gave Troy a fresh rush of pleasure, and another spurt of jizz dribbled out of his cock. He’d never had sex without a condom before, and this all felt so much messier in the best possible way.
Their harsh pants filled the teepee, and Troy realized the rain had stopped.
Brian was softening inside him, and he kissed across Troy’s shoulders with sweet little presses before gently pulling out.
He released Troy’s cock with a tender pat and reached down to his hole, probing lightly.
It was oily and messy, and should have been gross, but Troy liked it. It felt…real.
“Okay?”
Mmm-hmm.
“Troy?” Brian’s voice sharpened, and he pushed up on his elbow, lifting Troy’s chin. He peered down anxiously. “Did I hurt you?”
“Huh?” He realized he hadn’t spoken aloud before. “No. Feel good.”
Brian’s brow remained furrowed. “You sure? You’d tell me, right?”
“Uh-huh.” He smiled lazily. “I feel fucking amazing. That was…wow.”
Exhaling, Brian’s shoulders dropped and he kissed him, his fingers still gentle on Troy’s swollen asshole. “It was.”
“I didn’t know it could feel like this.”
Brian smoothed back Troy’s curling hair before brushing their lips together. “Me either.”
As their words hung in the humid air and they moved into each other’s arms, the mosquito net enclosing them in their little world, Troy didn’t think they were only talking about sex.