16. Cameron
CAMERON
Eyes jerking open, Cameron’s body stiffened when he realized there was a large, warm beast with its arms wrapped tightly around him.
It took him a moment to remember where he was and that the beast attached to him was actually a sweet, cuddly monster named Basher.
Smiling, Cameron pulled Basher’s arm closer, loving the way the man’s large frame wrapped around his twunkish body.
He was well aware that he was not the fittest person the world had ever seen and definitely not the slimmest. But judging by the number of members currently subscribed to his site, it was clear that many men found him attractive.
Leaning into Basher’s body, he could feel the firm thickness of every inch of his solid frame, including his… Holy shit. Was that his…?
It was like his ass was pressed up against a battering ram. The solid thickness of Basher’s cock made him wonder how he had ever managed to wrap his mouth around it in the first place.
If he was ever going to allow that… thing inside him, it was going to take a lot of prep and a shit ton of lube.
Then his cock twitched.
Apparently, it liked the thought of being destroyed by the rugged ex-con behind him.
Cameron’s dick was now painfully hard.
Okay, if this was going to happen, he needed to shower and get himself ready.
Carefully, Cameron slid out from under Basher’s powerful embrace—apparently not powerful enough to contain a certain twunk and his ass’s need for penetration—then quietly made his way to the bathroom in the hallway.
No sense in using the en suite shower and risk waking up the burly bad boy before his ass was even ready.
No, he wanted this to be a surprise.
Thirty minutes later, he was all showered and prepped.
Tiptoeing back into the sleeping giant’s room, he climbed onto the bed, then slid back under the monster’s massive arm.
Slowly, he backed his naked ass up against the still-rock-solid shaft behind him. Once contact was made, he began to grind his ass up and down the throbbing piece of meat against him.
A soft moan escaped Basher’s lips, and his arm slowly tightened around Cameron’s body.
“Fuck…” gently escaped Basher’s lips.
Pushing back further, Cameron continued riding the length of Basher’s cock. Up. Down. Back and forth.
“Are you… naked?” Basher asked as his hand slid from Cameron’s chest down to his silky, smooth thigh.
“Well, I wasn’t about to put dirty clothes back on right after I showered.”
Basher breathed in his scent.
“Mmm, you smell good.”
“I should. I used your fancy bodywash to shower. By the way, nice choice in bath products.”
Basher chuckled. “I’m not all roughness and growls.”
“I don’t mind roughness and growls, especially when I’m riding… this.” Cameron pressed his ass firmly against Basher’s cock and smiled.
“Is that so?”
Before he knew what was happening, Cameron’s body was tossed onto his stomach, and Basher’s body was suddenly between his legs.
“Mmm, I fuckin’ love breakfast in bed,” he growled before diving down between Cameron’s ass cheeks.
“Fuck!” Cameron gasped, pleasure coursing through him as Basher's mouth and tongue assaulted his ass. The sensations were overwhelming, leaving him breathless and struggling to hold onto a coherent thought. One thing was certain—the man was an absolute beast when it came to eating ass.
“God, I love eating your ass,” Basher snarled, spreading Cameron’s ass cheeks further as he buried his face as deep as it would go.
The sheer intensity with which Basher focused his attention on him was driving Cameron out of his mind.
There was something raw and primal about the man's enthusiasm that left him trembling, caught somewhere between exhilaration and surrender.
The rough brush of Basher's beard against his skin only heightened the sensation, sending shivers through him as Basher seemed determined to leave no doubt about the depth of his desire.
Cameron pushed back onto Basher’s hungry mouth, causing the man to let out a deep guttural growl that could only be described as starved and aggressive, both at the same time.
“Fuck…” Cameron groaned, giving in to a level of pleasure he had never experienced before.
Cameron bit down on the pillow and let himself be taken.
“Lube,” Cameron said a few moments later. “I want that fucking dick deep inside me.”
A low growl rumbled between his butt cheeks as two powerful paws gripped his ass even tighter. The vibration sent an unexpected tickle through Cameron, and he had to bite back a laugh.
A shiver raced through him as cool air swept over his sensitive skin.
The sudden loss of warmth left him aching for more, his body already missing the relentless attention it had been receiving.
Meanwhile, the self-proclaimed god of ass-eating finally lifted his head, drawing a slow breath before reaching into the bedside table, looking every bit like a man preparing for the next delicious stage of the evening.
He pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube.
“I’ve already prepped myself.” Cameron grinned over his shoulder.
Basher looked up at him with hunger in his eyes. “Looks like someone was in a hurry to get all of this dick.”
There was something irresistibly intoxicating about a man with a filthy mouth and the confidence to back it up.
Every rough word that fell from Basher’s lips sent a thrill racing through Cameron, making his pulse quicken.
He'd always had a weakness for bad boys—the cocky, dangerous kind who carried themselves with effortless confidence and made it clear they weren't afraid to take what they wanted.
Yes, he knew he had issues and apparently was only turned on by damaged, toxic men, but hey, this was his life, and Basher was his new obsession.
Cameron ground his leaking dick into the sheets below as he watched Basher rip open the condom with his teeth, then roll the latex over his thick cock.
It took the man a second to stretch the condom over the head of his dick before he was finally able to roll the latex all the way down the length of his shaft.
Fuck, that was going to be a whole lot of pain, Cameron thought to himself as he admired the size of Basher’s meat.
Next, Basher poured a generous amount of lube on his cock, then spread the excess around Cameron’s hole.
He felt his cock stiffen with Basher’s touch.
“How do you want it?” Basher asked, looking up at him once his cock was fully lubed and ready.
“On your back. I want to ride you first. Get my hole nice and stretched before you fuck me hard into the mattress,” Cameron ordered.
Another growl emerged behind him.
Basher rolled onto his back, while Cameron straddled his body.
Staring down into Basher’s blazing gray eyes, he couldn’t help but notice the war raging inside the beast.
Beneath him, Basher was still, but the tension in his body felt like a warning. Cameron knew better than to mistake it for submission—this was something barely contained, something that could turn on him in a heartbeat.
Basher was an alpha in every sense. Giving Cameron this moment of vulnerability was not a sign of weakness, but one of trust. He was giving him the space he needed to ensure that this moment was as pleasurable for Cameron as it was for him.
Cameron appreciated the gesture.
Grabbing Basher’s cock by the base, Cameron lined up his hole with the head of Basher’s cock, then slowly began to sink down on it.
His hole stretched open, welcoming the pain and burn that came with taking every additional inch. He felt like he was trying to sit on a rocket launcher… or a cruise missile.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Placing his hands on Basher’s tattooed chest for support, he tried to relax his body. This wasn’t his first time getting fucked, but it was the first time having to take one this fucking big.
“Holy fuck.” Cameron gasped, digging his nails into Basher’s chest as he took another inch into his body.
The pain was real, but the desire was even stronger. He wanted this man. Every… fucking… inch of him.
“That’s it, nice and slow,” Basher whispered, gently stroking Cameron’s cheek as he stared into his eyes with such warmth and compassion.
He wasn’t moving his body just yet. Basher remained still, allowing Cameron to have full control and sink down on his cock at his own leisurely pace.
How could a man so rough and aggressive have such a sweet and tender side buried under all that bravado?
Once Cameron was fully seated, he took a deep breath, then began to slowly roll his hips.
“Jesus, your dick is so big.” Cameron moaned, rolling his eyes back as he began to pick up the pace.
One thing Cameron loved was getting an ass full of dick.
“Fuck, I love the way your ass feels wrapped around my cock,” Basher growled, gripping Cameron’s ass cheeks so hard that Cameron was sure there were going to be bruises tomorrow—bruises he would gladly wear with pride.
Lost in the pleasure consuming his body, Cameron failed to notice the quiet battle raging inside Basher between restraint and animalistic desire.
Basher growled under his breath, wrapping an arm around Cameron’s waist before rolling them over in one powerful motion.
Cameron let out a yelp, startled by the sudden aggressive move. Staring up at Basher, he smiled.
Then he saw it. That cocky, alpha smirk guys get when they are about to fuck your goddamn brains out.
Without saying a word, Basher quickly flipped Cameron onto his stomach. He grabbed him by the hips and thrust him up on all fours.
There was something about being manhandled that made Cameron’s cock extremely hard.
“Now I’m going to show you how a real man fucks,” Basher snarled, lining up his cock with Cameron’s hole before thrusting forward with all his strength.
Cameron gasped as his hole was stretched to its limit.
Before he knew what was happening, Basher was pounding into him like a beast on steroids.
Pleasure.
Pain.
Deep-seated aggression.
All of it overtook him.
Cameron dug his fingers into the bedsheets beneath him as the room filled with the delicious sounds of skin on skin.
His ass smacking against Basher’s pelvis, the beast behind him fucked him without mercy.
Sweat dripped from their bodies.
Every thrust was deliberate and powerful.
“Fuck, I love the way your ass feels. So warm and tight.” Basher moaned, tightening his grip as he continued to plow into him hard.
Cameron wasn’t sure how much more he could take. The hard, aggressive thrusts were starting to take their toll.
Guess this is what happens when you get fucked by an alpha.
Once again, Cameron was being thrown onto his back. Before he even had a chance to look up at Basher, Basher’s thick, sweaty body was diving down onto his.
Cameron gasped.
Warm, wet lips crashed down on his neck and began gently placing kisses on his skin as the head of Basher’s cock desperately searched for Cameron’s hole.
Finding its target, Basher slid deep inside with one long thrust. Wrapping his arms around Basher’s muscular back, Cameron held him close as the man nibbled on his neck. Basher continued to thrust into him, pulling moan after moan as his prostate got assaulted.
“Fuck… I’m getting close.” Basher groaned, shifting his weight as he lifted himself enough to meet Cameron’s eyes.
Cameron quickly reached for his dick and began jerking himself in time with Basher’s powerful thrusts.
“Oh yeah, right there…” Cameron gasped, closing his eyes as another wave of pleasure shot through his body.
This time, the body above him stiffened.
“Shit! Fuck!” Basher spat before thrusting his body forward once more and shooting his load deep inside Cameron.
Seeing the look of complete pleasure on Basher’s face was all Cameron needed to throw him over the edge.
Lights flashed before his eyes as Cameron shot the biggest load of his life. Ropes of warm cum painted Basher’s solid abs.
“Holy shit…” Basher moaned, lowering his body and resting his face in the crook of Cameron’s neck. “That was… fucking amazing,” Basher huffed, trying to catch his breath. “Your ass… holy fuck.”
Cameron couldn’t help but giggle. What exactly were you supposed to say to a big, intimidating man who now looked completely undone because of you and your magical ass?
“Glad you enjoyed it,” Cameron muttered beneath him. “I think my prostate’s in shock, and my hole has been destroyed,” he added, barely able to breathe.
Now it was Basher’s turn to laugh into his neck.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” Basher mumbled, clearly way too exhausted for anything more.