Chapter 25
Ryan
This is ambitious, even for me. I’ve been totally into Marty’s ass, but I’m sure that on some subconscious level, the reason I haven’t suggested bottoming for him is because his cock is more than a little intimidating.
But now that I’m pressed up against the bathroom wall, taking him, I’m putting the same dedication into this as I have when I was playing football.
I descend a little farther, and my muscles tense up.
“You good?” Marty asks. I glance over my shoulder, noticing the concern in his expression.
“I’ve collided with three-hundred-pound men on the field. I think I can take a dick.” As I say it, I have to take a few breaths, adjusting to the slight sting. “But yeah, gonna need a second.”
“Oh, wow. I didn’t realize you were all talk.”
“Well, as soon as I adjust, I’m gonna show you how much it’s not all talk.”
“I can wait. And if it’s any help, it’s hot seeing my dick in you like this.”
I can’t help but laugh. “It helps a little,” I confess as the sting dulls. I breathe in and out, my ass relaxing until it allows him farther in. There’s a little pressure, but it’s pleasurable, and I’m waiting to experience that sensation, when he hits my prostate.
“Oh, hell.” My breath hitches as his cock sticks tight to the spot, making my body vibrate.
“Nice, isn’t it?”
“What the—” I roll my head back as a swirl of heat in my chest combines with a charge that shoots out to my toes and fingertips. It’s so much better than just his finger, the steady pressure gliding across that sweet spot. “Wow.”
When I’m able to collect myself, I look over my shoulder at Marty, who sports a grin that makes me feel like a god for how I was able to take him like that. “No wonder you couldn’t get enough of my dick,” I say. “I don’t know that you’re gonna be able to get me to top again.”
It’s like now that my body’s aware of the pleasure this cock can give me, it loosens up even more, allowing more of his cock in me, sliding against that spot, continuing to stimulate me in all the right ways.
I figure his cock has to stop at some point, or I’ll run out of room, but there’s only another inch before my ass rests against his pelvis. The way he’s wedged against my prostate has made most of the excitement buzz in my abdomen.
“Give me a minute,” I tell him.
“Take as long as you need.”
I laugh, but just as soon, another jolt of excitement ripples through me, pulling a moan right from me. As the pressure fades, I give his cock a test run, moving my hips back and forth. “See? Even with as big as that thing is, I’m moving pretty fast. Good for a virgin.”
Marty laughs.
“Hey, give me that one.”
“I don’t think you can call yourself a virgin when I’m lodged inside you.”
“You’ll call me whatever I want if you want to stay in there.”
“Yes, sir,” he says as another surge of sensations moves through me.
“Fuckin’ hell,” I breathe. “Now you know why I’ve been so hung up on your ass.”
I manage to speed my thrusts up some, and I can tell how much more give there is than when I was first trying to get his cock inside me.
“It’s okay, Mart. Do it. Fuck me like you got something to prove,” I tell him, bracing my hand against the wall.
His hands slide around my waist, and he begins thrusting up into me. Like when I fuck him, we quickly find our natural rhythm. I don’t slack either. He’s been too good a bottom for me not to return the favor.
My movements feel controlled by my body craving the sensation of him sliding up against that sweet spot, again and again and again…and he doesn’t hold back, drilling me in a way that drives me wild.
“Taking all that anxiety out on this ass?” I ask.
“You know it,” he says as he wraps one arm around me, drawing me close, and with the other, grips my cock and strokes with that expert skill he has now that he’s learned my body so well.
I turn so I can get a look at him. “You impressed by how good I am at taking you my first go? Come on, admit I’m good.”
“Ry, you continue to impress me,” he says, and it feels even better knowing he means it.
Our lips slam together before he pistons his hips, forcing himself in deep. I moan, and there’s this feral desire in me, something I hadn’t considered but I’m suddenly obsessed with.
“I want you to come inside me, Mart,” I whisper. “I want you to be the one who claims this ass.”
“Fuck, I want that too, Ry.”
“I want to be dripping with you.”
His cock swells, creating the perfect amount of pressure against my prostate. Between how amazing he feels, how proud I am of my own work, and the excitement of this being my first time bottoming for him, I’m overwhelmed—and I know where this is leading far too quickly.
“It’s too much,” I warn. “I’m gonna come.”
“Give it to me, Ry.”
It’s like my body just needed his permission because as soon as he says the words, the rush sweeps through me, nerve networks bursting with excitement like a series of fireworks going off all over my body.
This isn’t like when I shoot normally. Being stimulated like this and feeling him jackhammering away inside me intensifies and prolongs the experience.
I grunt out as Marty warns, “I’m coming, Ry. I’m coming.”
I’m still shooting as his hips thrust up against me. A quick series of movements follow, and it’s so satisfying knowing he’s shooting up inside me.
As my own climax settles, I mash my lips against his, my tongue greedy for his as he continues filling me up. I usually get to see his heavy load, but I love knowing that tonight it’s pushing in deep, sliding between the crack of my ass and his cock.
Marty jerks a few more times inside me, the sort of involuntary movement he goes through after coming, like some primal instinct to make sure he gets every drop in deep.
We breathe into each other’s mouths, coming down together in a mess of licks and kisses, taking our time as I enjoy his cock still being inside me.
“I can feel you slipping out,” I tell him before deepening my voice to sound like a documentarian: “The Martifuckus Cummingus will breed inside the hole before leaving its burrow to return later to check on his babies.”
Marty laughs. “Martifuckus, huh? What the fuck are you on?”
“Probably a few ounces of protein.”
His cock slips farther before my ass helps along the process, steadily pushing him out.
As I spin back around to him, I say, “Mmmm. The Martifuckus Cummingus will return to breed this same hole hundreds more times over the course of only a few weeks.”
“Hundreds?” he teases.
“Yeah, you know, I wasn’t thinking that you needed to pay me back for all those good times I gave you, but now I’m greedy to collect.”
He beams. “That good, huh?”
“Let’s just say I don’t think we’ll need any extra practice for that.”
The way Marty smirks assures me I’ve stroked his ego nearly as well as he stroked my prostate.
We kiss some more, then rinse and dry off before returning to the bedroom.
I’m completely satisfied as I lie at his side.
I love how fucking effortless it all is—just our routine these days.
Lying in bed with him makes me appreciate why I was so eager to volunteer to help with the build over the summer. Not that I wouldn’t have wanted to do it anyway. Hell, I have free time now that I’m not planning on dedicating the next few years of my life to the NFL.
“I like knowing that we get to have more of this,” I tell him.
“Now that I know what I was missing out on, me too.”
“Oh, that’s all you get. I was just doing that to trap you, and now I got you, so…”
“Mmmm-hmmm, I could tell you weren’t enjoying it at all,” he says in that sarcastic way he has. “Please. I doubt I’ll be able to keep you off my cock now.”
“That’s ridiculous. If anything, I like your cock and ass equally.” Even being jokey, I can’t keep from adding, “And now you know I like you too.”
“I believe the phrasing was that we’ve got the feels for each other.”
“I do have the feels. Got them real bad.”
“You make it sound like something that’s antibiotic resistant.”
“Nah. It’s viral.”
We share a laugh, and he issues a playful glare.
He’s quiet for a moment, then angles his head on my chest so he can look up at me.
Fuck, he’s so beautiful.
We’re quiet, just gazing at one another until he breaks eye contact.
“Before I say this,” he adds. “I want you to know I’m comfortable with however you want to do this. I don’t want to rush anything…”
I’m listening, curious where he’s going with this.
“…but I don’t mind anyone knowing what we’re doing. Not that I want you to feel like you have to come out, but I do like spending time with you, and it was bothering me that we couldn’t do anything in front of the guys today.”
That’s how I felt when I had to keep my distance from him.
I didn’t like it.
At all.
His gaze shifts about. “But okay, there’s that…so we don’t have to talk about it again, and if and when you feel more comfortable… And now you’re not saying anything. Why aren’t you saying anything?”
“Because I like when you ramble.”
He huffs out a laugh.
“I’m glad you said that,” I tell him. “Because I want to be able to put my hands all over you and kiss you whenever I want. Show anyone who has any ideas that you’re busy with me.”
“Anyone who has any ideas? Yeah, ’cause I was getting so much action before we started doing this. I should be the one making sure everyone knows I have work to do on this ass now that I’ve had a piece.”
“Mmmm. I like you saying you want to keep breeding my ass.”
“Oh God,” he says with a glare.
The glare of my Mart.
I give him a quick peck.
“So how are we doing this?” he asks. “Feel like Lance and Ty beat us to the whole heading downstairs and being out with it last semester.”
“Yeah, we don’t want to be accused of being a bunch of copycats.”
I consider how we should break it to the guys when Marty’s eyes widen. “What if we waited another week?”
“Huh?”
“I actually have a fun idea.”
“I like fun ideas. What is it?” I press.
“Maybe you should have to earn it from me.” He smirks.
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah, I don’t know that it’s fair that you got me up inside you, but my ass is empty. That’s a foul or…what do they call it in football—a penalty?”
I raise my hand to my chest like I’ve been shot. “A penalty? Ooh, you really know how to hurt me.” I roll toward him and offer a kiss.
“Does this mean I get a penalty kick?” he asks when our lips part.
“You get a penalty dick…and don’t you dare roll your eyes at that one.”
As he laughs, my lips crush against his again, and as my cock stiffens, I know I’m not gonna have any problem giving Mart exactly what he wants.