Thirty-Six #2
Adak bursts into laughter.
“I’m not fond of working out, but the number of squats I’ve done while unpacking has probably broken a record,” I say.
His smile has my skin burning. “How about you take a break and we’ll see what we can do with this. If you’re ready.”
Okay, I can’t help myself. I groan. It’s loud. That’s all the permission my cock needed to get completely hard, and I nod.
With his hand still gripping my ass cheek, Adak backs us out of the closet and into the bedroom. The sheets on the bed are new. Since we couldn’t find the ones we already had, we bought new ones. They’re just out of the wash, so they’re basically bunched right now.
Adak’s lips brush mine as my calves hit the mattress. “Can I get you naked too?” I ask.
He smiles. “Yep.”
I love taking off Adak’s clothes. It’s like unwrapping a present, which I have very few memories of doing.
In recent years, the only presents I’ve unwrapped have been from my friends.
But this! I’ll never get tired of this. Every time I take his shirt off, it’s like seeing his abs for the very first time. He even lets me lick them!
And when I pull his pants and briefs off, I feel…
all kinds of excited. It means a lot because I know the kinds of stress he’s been through in the past. That he’s comfortable being completely naked with me is everything.
In a way, him remaining clothed has been a shield to hide the fact that he isn’t hard when we fool around.
He lets me strip that away.
I don’t touch him there often. But I look unabashedly. Honestly, I can’t help myself. The only dick I’ve ever seen is my own. The only one I’ve touched is my own. I’m curious.
Honestly, I don’t consider the dick I met in the back room of the Nutter Bean. It was dark and rushed. Nothing like this.
Once I have him stripped before me, I just stare at him. He’s a work of art. Perfection. He could be a Greek statue in a museum.
My gaze lands on the dildo in his hand and I remember what prompted this. My eyes meet his. Adak hands me the dick and pushes my shorts down, then turns me around. The hum that meets my ears makes my dick twitch. I spy a wet spot on my silky thong.
His hands touch my cheeks. “Bend over, Oren.”
The deep tenor of his voice makes me shiver. I do as he says, bending until my hands reach the mattress. Right next to the lube, which is out because I obviously needed a little help to get that plug in.
Adak’s fingers move along my crack, tracing the material of the thong. He presses gently against the plug and I suck in a breath.
“Do you feel prepped with this?” Adak asks and I feel him turning it in my ass. Twisting it. Like a bottle cap. The sensation is distracting.
“I don’t know,” I say, my grip on the cock tight.
“Hands and knees,” he says and I scramble onto the bed.
Adak reaches around me, pulling the dick from my hand. He doesn’t take my thong off, but moves it out of the way as he begins to gently pull on the plug. Not enough to make it come out, but enough to test my hole.
I grunt, pant, with every shallow thrust and pull he puts on it. When it breaks free of my ring of muscle, I think he’s going to pull it out but instead, he pushes it back in. I gasp.
“Adak,” I say, shivering.
“Does it hurt?” He pauses in moving it.
I shake my head. “No.”
So he moves it again. In and out until I’m trembling. When he finally frees it from my body, my arms are shaking and I nearly tell him to put it back.
“Want to stay like this?” Adak asks. I hear the cap to the lube and shiver.
“Is it best?” I ask.
“It’s arguably easiest this way because you’re able to relax more willingly in this position. But it’s up to you. I won’t hurt you no matter what position you’re in.”
I know he won’t. I’d trust Adak to take out a kidney. Even without medical training. “Like this. But… maybe I want to change after?”
His lips press against my spine. “Good. I don’t plan to keep you like this for long.”
His fingers slip into my hole. One, then two right away, and I know he’s prepping me with more lube. When the third finger joins, my head drops and I groan. They’re gone before I can truly get used to them and the blunt head of the fake dick takes their place.
Adak wastes no time slowly pushing it inside me. I’m still stretched from his fingers since he left less than a couple seconds before replacing them with the cock. At first, it doesn’t feel much different except in shape and… density? Is that the right word? But then it just keeps going.
When I want to pull away, my body does the opposite and pushes back against Adak and the dick, forcing it deeper.
“Jesus fuck,” I grit. I’m really not sure if I enjoy this or not. Even my poor dick’s confused. It was so excited but now it’s semi-hard, caught between feeling good and what the fuck is that?!
“Okay?” Adak asks.
I nod as he pulls it out. Inhale. Okay, I can do this. It’s moving back inside me before I catch my breath. Slow, gentle, shallow thrusts as Adak acclimates my body to this foreign silicone cock.
It feels… weird. Good.
I’m on my back before I realize that the world has turned and Adak’s naked body is over mine. He’s somehow got me bent in such a way that he can still move the dick in my ass but his mouth has mine locked against his.
His kiss is intoxicating. Consuming. I moan, running my hands down to grip his ass cheeks. They’re nice. Really nice.
“Spread your legs wider,” he growls into my mouth. “Hold them apart.”
It’s a weird and difficult position to manage, but as soon as I do, the world spins and I moan as that thing hits a pleasure point. Adak has the cock in deep now, truly thrusting into me. My arms shake as I grip my heels, my lip caught between Adak’s teeth.
“More,” I cry and Adak complies. Thrusting it in deep, using his body to rock into me, to guide it with purpose and force.
He shifts, making our mouths too far away but his hand covers my cock and somehow he’s managed to create a rhythm between thrusting the dildo deep inside me, hitting my prostate, and jerking my cock in such a way that he literally pulls an orgasm from me as if on command.
I spasm and shake, as tears gather in the corner of my eyes. My muscles strain and tense as it rocks through me, making my thoughts spin and spiral as if I’m falling.
Then I’m limp on the bed, panting like I’ve run for my life. Adak gently removes the cock from my ass and then covers my body with his, his mouth locking on mine. We kiss until I’m ready to pass out from lack of proper oxygen flowing to my brain.
He rolls us so I’m sprawled across his body. I feel slick, like I could slide right off him. His fingers glide between my cheeks, gently touching my used hole. I somehow wiggle a little higher on him so he can touch me everywhere.
Adak hums, my eyes closing.
“I think that’s the perfect way to break in our new house, don’t you?”
“Covering the new sheets in my cum?” I slur.
“Just the start, Oren. I’m going to cover every inch of this place in your cum. Making sure you remember that this is our house. Not mine.”
I grin a big, sappy, giddy grin. “I love you, Adak. So much.”
“More than anything,” he says quietly, his finger dipping inside my body. I shiver. “So fucking much, it’s consuming like fire and all I want to do is burn.”
Perfectly said.