Page 123 of Strange Lad

I haven’t even gotten past the tapered tip yet; this is just some light teasing. Jorge is so responsive that every touch I give him makes me feel like a god. “As much as I want to see your sweet hole clench on this, I want to feel you more.”

“Later,” he rasps, hands flapping. “Please fuck me. Please.”

The erratic breathing, the arm banding over his shins to keep them up, and his flush from cheeks to chest are too gorgeous to ignore. “A kiss first.”

“Holy fucking shit balls,” he cries out as I lift him completely off the bed and press a wet kiss to his fluttering hole. “Imadie.”

I lick the back of his thighs, savoring the moment, loving how needy he is. Nipping the sensitive muscles there, he howls and wiggles in my grip. I kiss his balls, taint, and lick his hole again. When I have him sobbing into his arm, trembling with need, I lower him back down and lube my fingers. I get the first one in, his back bowing off the bed. His prostate is swollen, and his cock is leaking so much.

“You see, baby. You are just so tight.” I push on his prostate, and he clenches on my finger. “And you think you’re ready for cock,” I say with mock chiding.

“I am!” he cries. “Please!”

“Hmmm. I don’t think so.” I gently ease in a second finger, and he shouts again, head thrashing left and right. As much as I’m enjoying our game, I’m worried this mightactuallybe too much. I remove his arm from his shins, lowering his legs to see his face better. “Are you okay?”

He sniffles. “I’m perfect. I want you inside me, beautiful.”

“Soon, love.”

“Ohmygod,” he whimpers. “This is the best moment of my life.”

I chuckle, kissing his inner thigh, and finger him for real. His cock bobs, nuts bouncing off my palm, and I curl up to stroke his prostate on every thrust. The sweet moans and whimpers getlouder and louder. He’s going to come again, but I need to be inside him first. Laying off his prostate, I add a third and fourth. Thoroughly stretching him all the while offering praise, playing into his size kink, insisting he’s just too fucking tight for me. And then Jorge cracks.

His head snaps off the pillows, eyes glowing with desperate fury, and he demands, “Fuck me now, Oliver or I will riot.”

“As you wish,” I say, and he blushes…hard.

I ease my fingers out of him, grab the lube, and coat my cock. I add some more to his hole for good measure and line up. Jorge grips the covers beneath us, eyes wild as he watches. His cock bucks in the air, a perpetual string of precum attached to the tip. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone produce as much as him. I’m kind of obsessed with it.

“Bear down, kitten. Let me in.”

He opens for me just like I knew he would, and with some minor resistance, I push through. “OW!”

My movements halt immediately. I go to pull out, but he grabs my arm with a death grip. “Don’t,” he growls. “It…I just wasn’t expecting…the burn.”

“Let me pull out and check.”

“I’m fine,” he argues and wiggles his hips. “It was startling.”

“Jorge.”

“Oli,” he mocks me and clenches around me. “Dear god, it burns. Is it meant to burn?”

“I’m checking.” I pull out of him and lift his legs. Jorge grumbles the whole time, but I don’t see any tears. No blood. “Does this hurt?” I push a finger in, and he shakes his head.

“No.”

“Are you lying?”

His eyes soften. “No, babe. I have never done this before. I’m okay. Please, come back.”

I’m not convinced I didn’t seriously hurt him. My cock has shriveled inwardly at the thought. But he makes grabby hands and uses his puppy eyes on me, so I crawl back over him.

He kisses me lazily at first, soothing my worry. We kiss and kiss until my dick revives, and then Jorge is the one positioning me. We go slow. Tiny movements until I’m through the first threshold. He hisses a little, biting his lip but urging me deeper. Once my hips are flush with his ass, he sighs contently.

“You have a massive penis,” he says matter-of-factly.

“And you have a tiny hole.” I kiss the tip of his nose.

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