Chapter 2 #2
A shiver goes down my spine when his grip becomes more confident. So many directions in which this fuck could go... But I’m not missing out on his ass just because it would be easier to get head. I want to press my hips against that perfect peach and I’m not giving up on that unless I’m forced to.
Gazing straight into his soul, I pick him up by the ass, and before he can make a peep, I roll us into the soft hay.
He let go of my cock to hold on to me, no doubt afraid I might drop him, but once he’s sprawled on the soft, fragrant bed, with me between his thighs, tension is gone from his expression, and he pulls me in for another kiss.
This time, he’s bolder, and his tongue rolls over mine in a way that has me curling my toes, but I grab his wrists and trap them with my hands, because he needs to understand I’m the one in charge.
Breathless, he stares at me from under long black lashes. “You look so good...”
I lean down to lick him from collarbone to jaw, and his dick twitches against me, still trapped in his pants.
I’ll help him with that soon enough. “And you look good enough to eat.” If we had the time to shower, I would love to eat his peach of an ass.
I love how men squirm when I do that, but right now, I want him on the floor.
In the hay where anyone could walk in on us.
He swallows and tugs on my dick again. “What now?” he whispers.
Is he shy? He doesn’t seem so, but to be fair, he is younger.
“I’m gonna fuck you. You’ve got the best ass I’ve ever seen,” I add, in case he’s not sure what kind of fuck I mean.
I might be too horny to analyze things, but I’m not even lying.
His butt looked flawless in the jeans, fit amazingly in my hands, and I can’t wait to see it naked too.
Ideally slapping against my hips when I’m balls-deep inside him.
He trembles and shuts his eyes, nodding. “Okay.”
I’m surprised, but the way he rubs my cockhead with his rough fingertip is a potent distraction.
“Okay?” I tease and kiss the underside of his shapely jaw. “How about, please, Logan, I need your dick inside me?” I like to know I’m wanted, but I lift myself enough to give him room before he can speak. “Turn around.”
Kyle’s face is so red right now, its flesh would likely taste like a ripe fruit if I bit in, but he rolls over without hesitation, straight to his hands and knees. I’m once again struck by the beauty of his ass, and he gasps when I kneel behind him, resting my cock on his still-clad backside.
I want to come on his flushed skin.
“Please, Logan. I want your dick inside me,” Kyle whispers, glancing over his shoulder.
He’s such a good boy.
I exhale with a shiver that goes straight to my dick. I love a bottom who knows their place. And that’s under me.
I lean over him to steal another kiss from his lips and press my cock harder against him in the process. I want to let him feel it before I even slide inside. “All yours, sweet thing.”
I slip my hand under the front of his shirt, and his stomach tightens under my touch. I reach my goal when I squeeze his pec and pinch his nipple. I never stop rocking against him as if I’m fucking him already, and with my other hand, I finally open his belt.
He whimpers, pushing back into my hips before rolling them back and forth without pulling away from my cock. “Yes.”
When I unzip his jeans, my breath is raspy from excitement.
I don’t even tease him anymore by lowering his pants first. Both the jeans and his underwear go down at once to reveal the most exquisite ass I’ve ever seen.
I knead its juicy globes, enjoying the bit of fuzz.
Not even a fucking pimple. Kyle could be a jockstrap model if he wanted to.
He’s muscular, but his buttocks still have a bit of fat and bounce to them.
I’m an ass man. Sue me.
“Legs wider,” I rasp. He doesn’t need to, but I want to see him do as told, to follow my lead.
He doesn’t question me and widens his knees as far as he can with the jeans still on.
His balls and hard cock hang between his spread thighs, waiting for touch, but he’s being nice and obedient, so he hasn’t tried to jerk off yet, as if he senses what I want from him.
I will reward him when the time comes, because men like him are a gift to me.
So pliant and happy to just be mine for a while.
I reach into my pocket, and hand him a condom. “Open it for me.” I can do it myself, but I want to see him eager to be fucked.
In the meanwhile, I rip open a little packet of lube with my teeth, already focused on the puckered hole between his buttocks.
Kyle exhales as he offers me the opened rubber, and his gaze makes me steam up, dark as two cups of coffee. “Here,” he whispers, as if he were afraid the horses might overhear us.
My dick is so stiff and ready for his tight little hole when I put on the condom. I drizzle the lube straight onto his asshole and spread it with my thumb. I’m gonna enjoy every second of fucking him here in the soft hay.
“See, you don’t need that much light to ride after dark,” I say because he seems a bit nervous, even if horny as fuck.
Kyle chuckles, and as he lowers his chest, his flannel and T-shirt ride up, exposing more of his back. “I suppose not. I bet that’s not the kind of entertainment you expected to find here.”
I stroke that new bit of flesh on display.
“No. So much better than what I expected. I thought I’d ride some old mare, and I got myself a thoroughbred.
” I rock forward to rub my cock against his buttock as I screw my thumb into him.
But while he’s been so pliant, now his body tenses, and his muscles clamp down on my digit as he takes a deep breath.
The truth dawns on me like a cold shower. I would have noted all the earlier signs if I wasn’t so damn horny.
“Is this your first time doing this?”
The moment of silence tells me everything before he manages to confirm my suspicions with words. “Um... well, yes, but I want it,” he says, glancing over the shoulder.
I have to take a deep breath and put all my self-control into speaking when all I want to do is to pin him down to the hay with my cock. “Are you sure? We can enjoy other things if you change your mind.” I howl on the inside. Please don’t change your mind.
He wouldn’t be the first guy whose V-card I’ve taken, and while it’s hardly a fetish, I have to admit I enjoy it. Things run the risk of getting awkward, but when they don’t, it’s glorious. I get to squeeze out the raw emotion, and the guy remembers me forever, because you never forget your first.
His muscles relax, and I get to move my thumb in his warm hole. He licks his lips, so overcome with need he can barely think straight. “Logan, I need your cock,” he repeats and lowers his face into the hay.
His words resonate through my chest and ricochet into my balls. I’m gonna come so hard. I’ll have him squealing until he has to bite his hand. I stroke the back of his head while I roll my thumb inside him to get him used to the feeling of being penetrated.
“Good boy,” I whisper.
He leans into my touch like a needy pooch. “Yes, I am,” Kyle mutters, pushing his hips back.
The motion makes his tight ring swallow the rest of my thumb, and I grin, squeezing his buttock hard enough to leave the imprint of my fingers for several seconds. He moans, startled, but instead of pulling away, he rocks that beautiful backside, practically begging me to drill him.
He won’t have to ask me twice. What a gem! I might even fuck him every time I visit my parents.
I pull out my thumb and toy with his hole with my fingertip a while longer, adding more lube, but then it’s go time.
I drizzle the rest of the lube over my cock and press the head to his opening.
I let it slide up and down in his crack a few times, just enjoying the view, and grin at the needy moan he makes.
No point in making him suffer any longer.
My cockhead is at his hole once more, pressing, and it takes all my self-control and reminding myself that Kyle is a virgin to not push in like a barbarian claiming his bride. He stiffens again, but I wait, applying gentle pressure until his body stops resisting.
I groan as my dick slides in, pushing through the tight passage that makes me see whole constellations at the backs of my eyelids.
“Oh God… oh fuck,” Kyle mutters, but he’s not resisting, and as I see him clutch hay in his fists, a grin of satisfaction pulls on my lips.
He’s such a delicious surprise that I want to go to town on his ass already, but once my cockhead passes through his sphincter, I stop to let him adjust to the presence inside. I stroke his thigh all the way to his buttock and back.
What a fucking stud. Mine only. He was ripe fruit and I was the first to notice. Now I'm biting into the sweetness, knowing something no one else does.
“Remember how big it was in your hand?” I whisper, lowering myself over him to kiss the back of his head. I lick the salty sweat off my lips with arousal pooling in my balls.
Before he can answer, I use this moment of distraction and thrust forward so that my hips flatten his bouncy ass. I love the combination of soft and hard in him.
Soft lips. Hard abs.
Soft ass. Hard dick.
Soft hair. Hard thighs.
His voice is definitely soft when he moans, pulling some hay close, as if it's a pillow.
“God, yes. It was so big. It’s… so strange to have it inside,” Kyle mumbles, pushing his hips toward me in a welcoming motion that makes my brain fog up.
He is the perfect bottom. So greedy for dick he’s already rocking back, as if this isn’t at all new to him.
“Good strange I hope,” I mumble against his nape, but I know the answer. I just want to hear it from him.
He nods and tickles my calf with his boot.
As much as I enjoy the view when I look to where my cock slides in and out of him, I want more touch. I want to feel his body shivering. So I lie on top of him, slowly pushing him down into the hay.