Chapter 27 Connor #2
“Cherry lube to pop your cherry,” he teases with a goofy smirk while I toss him the box of Magnums. He catches it in one hand and gasps. “How did you know what condoms I use?”
“They’re yours. Thalia threw them at me.”
“That was nice of her. Maybe I’ll write her a thank you note as soon as hell freezes over.”
“Do you think I should shower again?” I ask, grimacing at the thought of leaving the room, but also paranoid about…everything.
“Hmm.” Dane saunters across my soccer ball rug until our crotches press flush and his mouth is at my ear. “Only you can answer that, puppy,” he murmurs before filling my ear with his wet tongue-kisses.
The sound, the heat, and the tickly sensation push a sudden moan up my throat. My eyes roll back, and I squeeze Dane’s hips.
“Okay, okay, um—” I pry myself away and scurry to the door. “Just two minutes,” I tell him before fleeing into the hall and circling into the bathroom. I hear Dane’s laughter through the wall while I head in for a speed-shower.
With the detachable shower head and a sudsy washcloth, I focus on my key parts under cold water that has the unfortunate side effect of shrinking my dick. But as soon as I’m towel-dried and back in my bedroom, it pulses with new life.
I’ve seen Dane naked before, but never just so.
Sprawled atop neatly made covers, bathed in natural light, and giving slow maintenance strokes to the hard cock laid across his abdomen.
Thighs spread, feet hanging off the mattress, and one arm swept up and used as a pillow.
Amber-brown eyes blink back at me. A small smile asks, “All clean?”
“Um…” I study his perfection, from the silky curls on his head to the coarse ones around his scrotum. “Can I, um…”
“Can you what?” His large hand glides down his shaft and over his balls, folding them in his palm and kneading them in steady downward tugs.
“Can I take your picture?”
He nods, a sparkle in his eyes.
I fetch my favorite camera from the case on my dresser and fuss with the settings until they’re just right.
“What do you want me to do?” Dane asks.
“Keep looking at me.”
And he does, with so much reverence and hunger that it’s hard to believe I’m the one spurring it.
It’s breathtaking and hot. I snap photos of him from various angles as I sidestep around the bed and adjust the zoom—photos of him touching himself and photos of him leaving his thick cock to rest across his hip.
When I’m close enough, Dane grabs the waistband of my boxers and pulls me onto the mattress.
I step a knee over his hips, smooth his hair back and snap a portrait of his lustful face.
Hands rubbing my outer thighs, Dane asks, “Are you gonna put these on your cork board?”
“Hm. I’ll put them above our bed in the apartment we get together.”
He grins, and I take a pic of that too. “So I can look at myself while I fuck you? I have a better idea.” He jacks my camera and examines it. “Alright, pretend I’m a dumby and tell me how to use this thing.”
After showing him where the shutter button is, he points the lens at me.
Stage fright gets the better of me. My face burns hot, and I look away.
Dane’s hand molds around the front of my underwear, palming my half-hard cock into a throbbing erection while I struggle to peek at the camera in his other hand. The shutter clicks.
“Look.” Dane turns the screen toward me.
With some trepidation, I look. Pale skin tinted pink, messy hair and sun-freckles.
“That’s my puppy,” he says. “I’ll hang that above the bed.”
I reach the camera onto my nightstand while Dane’s arms coil around my waist, drawing me on top of him.
Chest to chest, he kisses my mouth, my cheek, and my ear. “You still wanna fuck?” he murmurs.
“Mhm.”
“Yes?”
“Yes.” I turn my head and kiss him with an open mouth, breathing his breath and feeding off his tongue. Our moans conjoin into an intoxicating melody. I grind my bulge against the underside of Dane’s cock and roll my thumb over his nipple.
Dane breaks our kiss only to spit into his fingers. Then his hand is under my waistband, wet fingertips feeling around my asshole while he munches on my neck like he’s marking his territory. He leaves me panting, with spit dribbling down my collarbone.
“You sure you’re ready?” he asks.
“Mhm.”
“I know how to make it feel so good, but it might still hurt a little. If it hurts, will you tell me?”
“Mhm.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.” Hand in Dane’s hair, I bring him back to my mouth for more kisses.
“Lie on your stomach, baby.” He helps me off his lap and out of my boxers.
Naked, horny, and anxious, I flatten my front to the bed and rest my cheek on my pillow. Dane grabs the lube and keeps it in his hand while he kisses the back of my head, then the back of my shoulders, and all the way down my spine.
My knees part, making room for Dane between my legs.
My hips lift when he sneaks a hand under my pelvis to reposition my erection downward between my thighs.
My toes curl when I feel his tongue on my cock, painting the underside in swirling motions.
He draws a path from the very tip to where my balls lay, then he spreads my cheeks and licks my asshole.
“Feels good,” I murmur, hoping Dane will linger there.
He does. His tongue caresses my hole until I’m half convinced I could come from this alone. When his mouth leaves me, I miss the sensation, but anxious jitters quickly replace my disappointment when I hear the lube cap pop.
In the handful of gay porn clips I’ve seen, the man on top just pushes his big boner right inside, so that’s what I’m bracing for.
For Dane to somehow, and against all odds, wedge his giant hog inside my inexperienced asshole and flip some magical switch inside me to make it not hurt like I’m, well, being fucked in the ass.
What I get instead are soft dribbles of cool liquid along my crack and one finger spreading it across my hole.
“You remember your promise, right?” he asks.
“Yes.” I hold my eyes shut, body shivering with anticipation before that finger presses into me.
It surprises me how easily I take it—how even a finger as big as Dane’s drives into my ass like butter, not even feeling like a whole heck of a lot.
A slight stretching sensation and a funny fullness is all it is, besides the indulgent eroticism flooding my head with dopamine.
Grinding my hips puts pressure on my pelvis and my cock while Dane inches his finger inside me at a hypnotic pace.
His lips touch the base of my spine, kissing me while that finger drags out of me to the very tip.
The next time it pushes in, it stretches me so much, so fast, that I hiss into the pillow and whine, “Fuck, man. That hurts.”
“Sorry.” Dane pulls out completely, petting my hole and kissing my back. “Not quite ready for two fingers.”
“One felt good.”
“Good.” He fills me again, a little more stretch than the first time, but so much easier than the last time. Whichever finger he has in me now, he digs it in deep, until his knuckles grind against my taint. He pumps that finger faster, until it already feels like I’m being fucked.
He drizzles me with more lube, sinks his teeth into my cheek, and pushes what I can only assume are two fingers back into me.
It stings again, but not so much and not so suddenly.
This time, I lean into it, pushing my hips up and spreading my legs wider.
Dane moans against my skin like he’s getting as much pleasure out of this as I am.
It shocks me how much pleasure I’m getting out of this.
He pumps his fingers slowly, all the way in and a little bit out, all the way in and a little bit out. I forget all about my dick and revel in what’s happening inside me.
“Dane,” I moan his name while the pressure in my ass makes me want to piss.
My taint feels cold and my belly full. Every pore on my body is sweating, but Dane laps at me like a salt lick. He drags his tongue all the way up my spine, then shoves it in my ear.
“I wanna make love to you so bad,” he breathes, “but your pretty asshole is so tight.”
Twisting at the waist, I stick my mouth to Dane’s so that he has something besides my ear to fill with spit. He fucks my mouth with his swirling tongue while he corkscrews his fingers inside my ass, churning up an overwhelming need.
“Please,” I whisper, barely audible. I hook my arm around him, turn onto my side, and glue our bodies together.
Dane’s hand slips out of me as he rolls me onto my back and sits between my knees. He grabs the box of condoms and tears one off a string of many.
I look past my spread-eagle body to the stunning man rolling clear latex down to the base of his cock.
My hands feast on the planes of his body.
I sit up and put my mouth to his chest, breathing over a pierced nipple and tasting the metal.
A goopy hand wraps around my cock while lips kiss the top of my head.
“You’re such a good boy,” Dane says while he strokes me. He’s not the first person to say that, but he’s the first to say it like this.
Curiously, I try it out myself. “You’re a good boy.”
It elicits a low chuckle against my head. “That’s a wild accusation, puppy.”
I tilt my head back, grazing my nose against lips. His dry hand warms my throat while we kiss.
“Are you ready?” he asks into my open mouth. “You feel okay?”
“Yeah.”
He grabs one of my pillows and wedges it under my ass before lying me back down. It puts my hips on an upward slant and makes it easier to kick my knees toward my chest.
“So fucking hot.” Dane’s eyes consume me, staring dreamily at my exposed parts while he squeezes a line of lube from my hard cock to my pulsing asshole. He slathers his own cock in candy-scented goop while he stretches me again with long fingers.