Page 81 of Strange Lad

Still rolling his balls in my palm, I lean forward and blow over his puckered hole. The noise that bursts from him is guttural, raw. His back bows, and he cries out, coating his hand and my blanket in cum. “Ohmygod,” he slurs, trembling and rutting into his hand.

“Don’t stop,” I rasp, releasing his tender balls and grabbing the lube.

He squirms and grunts, smearing his cum all over his softening dick. “What are you going to do?”

I pause; the lid is popped open and angled at my fingers. Shit. I didn’t ask. “I was going to…” My throat closes up.

Twisting his neck so he can look over his shoulder, Jorge peeks at my groin. “You want to fuck?”

“No,” I rush out. “No. I was…I—”

With dark cheeks and spit-soaked lips, like he’s been licking them repeatedly, he nods at the lube. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” he pants between words.

My eyes flutter shut, and I take a deep breath. “I want to do this for you,” I whisper and open them again.

“Okay,” he says carefully, grimacing when he releases his cock. “Do you still want me like this?”

“Are you uncomfortable?”

“Not at all.”

I eye his wobbly arm, the tension in his straining shoulders. He’s uncomfortable but too stubborn to say anything. Sighing, I press on his lower back. “Lay on your stomach.”

He lowers with aplop, making his cheeks jiggle. I stave off a groan. “And you’re sure this isn’t too much?”

Shaking his head, he rests his cheek on his forearms. “No, Oli. Nothing with you is ever too much. Touch me, babe. Whatever you want.”

Toying with the dark hair on his calves, I say, “I want to make you feel good. Like you've done for me.”

“Awh, babe. Fuck, don't make me cry right now.”

Judging by his loud sniffle and gentle rut against the blanket, I’d say he might anyway. Deciding to distract him, I bend at the waist and gently kiss his cheek. He gasps, then moans and ruts more. “Bring your knee up,” I instruct with a soft push on the joint.

He hikes his left leg up, giving me a perfect view of his sack and pinned cock. I flick the tip of it, and his whole body shakes. “I knew you were a kinky fucker.”

Chuckling, I lube up my index and middle finger before lifting one of his cheeks with my other hand. The dark, puckered muscle quivers as I do. “Bear down for me,” I rasp.

I press my index finger to his hole, feeling it give under the pressure, and sink it in. He moans and clenches around the digit. A drop of precum leaks from his slit. While I gently finger him, I squeeze his cheek firmly and coax more moans from his lips. It only takes a handful of seconds before he’s grinding his ass against my knuckles, chanting.

“Feels so good, Beautiful. Fuck.Fuck me.”

“My needy kitten,” I praise him, and he cries out.

“How many is that? I feel so full,” he whines, wiggling his hips.

“Just the one.”

His head pops up, and he glances back at me. “One?”

“Mhm. You’re so tight. I don’t know that you could take another.”

His eyes roll in their sockets. “That’s so hot.”

I bite my lip, hiding the smirk forming, and twist my finger to press on his prostate. “Such a tiny little hole.”

“Shit,” he croaks, drops his head. “You have a dirty mouth.”

I let the smirk free, feeling more confident than I have in a long time. He’s loving what I’m doing, what I’m saying. And the best part? He hasn’t asked for more. He is happy to be submissive and take what I willingly give. It’s addicting. I gently push in a second finger to reward him, and hescreams.It’s a guttural shout of pleasure that echoes off the walls and spooks my rats. Stuffing his fist in his mouth, his curls a wild mess around his face, he bucks back onto my hand.

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