Page 55 of Switch Pitching

Ethan shuffles onto his knees and elbows. “Fuck me from behind, but let’s face the mirror.”

I notice the body-length mirror leaning against the wall, facing toward the bed. Without another word, I climb up behind Ethan, and the sight of his wide, strong back arching away from me makes my head spin.

“Let me know if anything hurts, and we can stop,” I mumble, glazing Ethan’s hole with another squirt of lube for good measure. He nods in response, the back of his neck flushed.

Sensing a need to continue, I squirt some lube on my index finger and start to open Ethan up again, carefully stretching him until he’s relaxed. I move slowly at first, coaxing out soft groans as his muscles tense and relax.

He breathes out sharply. “More.”

I oblige. Another one of my fingers goes in, and I watch as his back arches. He’s ready.

Cautiously, I stick the tip of my dick in. This is nothing like I’ve ever felt before. He’s so unimaginably tight, and the rush of pleasure that hits me nearly knocks me backward. Through squinting, hooded eyes, I read Ethan’s expression in the mirror, sliding more and more of myself into him when I see that he’s comfortable.

Ethan keeps nodding in the mirror and biting his lip, signaling for me to keep going. I grab both sides of his firm ass and thrust a little harder, his muscles contrasting with the soft, warm pressure around my cock.

When I shift my stance and thrust downward slightly, the noise that escapes Ethan’s throat is loud and unexpected. It’s a primal moan that’s so fucking hot, and I have to bite my lip to hold back from coming immediately.

“Goddamn, that feels so good,” he grunts, his breath catching on every syllable.

Those words nearly undo me. I know what I have to do. I grip his ass as I ease back for just a second, trying to come down from the edge. Every slow thrust is now deliberate, hitting the samespot as before, which makes Ethan cry out. My heart’s racing, and I’m so close to the brink it’s dangerous, but the sounds he’s making are driving me wild. I lean down, my chest grazing his back as I press my lips to his neck and breathe him in.

“Harder,” he pleads, his voice thick with desire. Ethan stares back at me through the mirror, his eyes glazed over, desperate for more.

“Jerk yourself. I need you to come.”

Ethan reaches down, balancing on his knees and left elbow while wrapping his right hand around his cock. I start grinding faster again, feeling the first tingles of an orgasm build. Ethan times his strokes with my thrusts, writhing hard as he pants and moans, which almost makes me lose control. I’m barely holding on, focusing on Ethan and watching him race me across the finish line.

I have maybe five seconds to spare before Ethan yells out, his release wetting the sheets below him. His ass convulses around my cock, which pushes me over the edge. My climax ricochets through me, electric, fiery-hot, and unrelenting, blanketing every nerve in scorching pleasure. I find enough energy to pull out of Ethan and discard the condom somewhere before collapsing next to him. He looks just as spent as I do, ass-up and face smushed into the comforter.

“Fuck,” I murmur, out of breath. “That was unreal.”

Ethan turns his head to meet my eyes, a lazy, sated smile tugging his cheeks up. “Heh.”

I chuckle. “That’s all you have to say?”

“What else is there? You’re a natural. We definitely need to do that again.”

We lie there in silence, coming down from our mind-blowing orgasms. I’m hit with a realization: sex with Ethan has been consistently amazing. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had great sexbefore, but every single time with Ethan is like re-discovering what sex is. I’ve never come so hard, so often before in my life.

“I never want to have sex with anyone else, ever again.” Oh wait, fuck. That sounds like a conversation that I shouldn’t impose on Ethan right now.

He rolls over onto his side and gazes at me, covering his junk with a spare pillow. “What do you mean by that?”

I breathe deeply and laugh. “Dude, I think you ruined sex with everyone else.”

Ethan snickers. “That’s high praise, I’m glad to hear it, I guess.”

There’s another pause. I’m not sure where this is going, and I wasn’t kidding about the sex part. To be honest, sex with anyone else probably wouldn’t be as spectacular, but it also wouldn’t feel right.

“James?” Ethan’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

“Nothing. Just thinking about stuff.”

Ethan nods.

“Okay,” I start. “You don’t have to say yes, or anything, but I want to be, like, exclusive with you.”

I look back up at Ethan and see his expression change from shock, to confusion, to something else? He’s smiling, and I can tell from his eyes that he’s holding back.

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