6. Challenging My Limits #3
Russell responded by taking Ian deep into his throat and letting out a growl as one of his fingers moved to push at his back entrance.
“Oh no,” said Ian. “You don’t get to touch that. I’m a top, remember? So get on the bottom.”
Ian pulled Russell off by his hair and looked at him. Surprisingly, the sight of a man’s body didn’t turn him off, but when Russell tried to kiss him, Ian pushed away. The body and face were neutral, and Ian wanted nothing to do with them physically.
“I said get down!”
Russell turned and got comfortable on all fours while Ian rolled on the condom.
He looked content on the carpet, but Ian didn’t want to kneel there.
He moved them up to the bed, but even with Russell settled on the edge, where Ian could easily enter him standing, it didn’t feel right.
This pissed him off. If he didn’t fuck something in the next three minutes, his balls were going to turn purple and fall off.
Sexually frustrated and perplexed by his own inability to perform, Ian let out a roar.
“Just close your eyes again,” Russell suggested. “Pretend I’m Becca. Just start slow and it’ll be fine, no prep needed. I was in the Navy, I can take it.”
“I can’t. I’m not.” Ian didn’t know what to say until he saw it. Russell’s testicles, smooth and tight, swaying gently. “Turn over.”
“I don’t see how-”
“Shut up and turn over!” Russell quickly complied. “Now stroke it.”
Ian kept his eyes locked in place as Russell took himself in hand.
A man’s ass and back held no appeal for Ian, but a cock, the long, hard instrument of pleasure that it was, that he could appreciate.
He followed Russell’s movements as he had at the start, mirroring them on himself until Russell began to work himself in earnest. Harder, faster, as though he intended to finish on his own.
Just on the verge of release, Ian stopped and grabbed Russell’s legs, halting his movements as well.
“I hope you weren’t kidding about the prep,” he said.
“Cause I have no idea what I’m doing.” Ian pushed himself against Russell, tentative at first, then harder when he realized the resistance.
He timed his thrust perfectly with Russell’s eager arch and suddenly his head was in another man’s ass.
In an attempt not to think about that, he diverted his attention from his own cock to Russell’s.
And while the reminder of his maleness should have been a turn-off, Russell’s light stroking egged him on, willing him to find that same friction.
His hips pushed forward of their own accord, instinctive as breathing.
The wetness he was used to wasn’t there, but it was tight.
So fucking tight. Ian blindly reached into the open drawer at his bedside, pushing aside the box of condoms to find his personal lubricant.
He dribbled some on his length as he pulled out, then surprised himself by putting some on Russell as well.
“Set the pace,” he told him. “Show me how you like it.”
Russell spread the lube over himself slowly, seeming to relish the slickness.
Ian followed his example, gripping the base of his cock and stroking along what he could reach.
He didn’t dare remove himself completely from Russell’s body.
He didn’t think he could push through that barrier again without cumming.
When Russell had wet himself sufficiently, he fisted his hand at the tip of and slowly pushed it down with an iron grip.
Ian followed his lead, watching the hand, imagining it was his own.
His own hand, his own cock, lubed up and held tight.
As Russell slowly increased his pace, Ian’s body obeyed, as though his hips were connected to Russell’s arm on a string.
Up and down. In and out. Russell shifted his hold and yanked hard in one direction, Ian swiveled in response.
“Oh shit!” Russell cried out. “Right there, Ian! Right there!”
Ian found a sock near the bedpost and heedless to its level of cleanliness, reached up and stuffed it into Russell’s mouth—where it stayed without argument. As a reward, Ian swiveled again, finding the spot he’d screamed about and pounding it repeatedly.
Ian watched Russell carefully for reaction, not his face, but his groin.
When Ian hit the G-spot (he refused to think of a prostate), the cock in front of him twitched.
When the cock in front of him twitched, his own got a phantom thrill, adding to the already powerful sensation of the tightest, wettest hole he’d ever had the privilege of fucking.
With every twitch, he groaned, feeling closer to the edge, knowing he’d lose it soon, but not before the other one.
He wanted to see it explode. He wanted to know the power of making two cocks cum, one without even touching it.
The other cock started to leak, even as his own balls tightened.
The two were so in sync, they may well have been one.
Ian saw in his periphery Russell clawing the sheets.
It would all be over soon, his one and only encounter with another man’s dick.
Ian slowed down at the realization, savoring, even as Russell bucked in protest. He hadn’t been kidding when he’d said he’d never do this again.
He wouldn’t. Not in a million years. So why not draw out this moment? Use it to its full potential.