A jolt of excitement pulses through me.

Is this some kind of sick joke?

But it sounds hot as sin, and now he’s got me curious.

“Okay, we can try, but only because you’re clearly wounded and horny, so you get whatever the hell you want.”

He shrugs. “Truth.”

“One-word Lance is back.”

I wet my forefinger and middle finger before reaching down and pressing them against his tight hole. There’s no way we can do this. Maybe after I fucked him and he already had some lube in him. But knowing he wants it encourages me to give it a try.

“I guess I have kind of opened you up by dicking you down the past few months,” I tease, massaging my way farther inside him.

He rolls his head back. “Fuck, that’s what I need, Ty. Just get all that stress out of me.” He pushes his ass back, forcing me farther in.

As I open him up, seeing how he’s eased up gives me confidence that maybe I could pull this off, so with my fingers still in him, I spit in my free palm, wetting my dick a few times. I steadily pull my fingers out, switching off with the head of my dick and going slow, feeling as the head slips inside him.

He moans, but I don’t go in far.

“That hurt?” I ask.

“No.”

I’m cautious as I feed him some more of my cock, moving much slower than normal, waiting for any sign that he’s in pain, any sound or movement, so I can pull back, until he says, “Stay right there. Don’t move.”

I obey, stiff like a statue to keep from doing anything that might hurt him before he says, “Okay, now…ooh,” he mutters.

“Does it hurt?”

“A little.”

I stop, starting to pull out steadily.

“No, it’s okay.” He glances over his shoulder again. “I kind of like it.”

And I can read the excitement in his expression.

“You dirty fuck. I bet you do.”

I lean close, taking a kiss. We linger as we continue this dance, with me easing into him as he gives me signs to proceed until my pelvis is against his ass, my cock buried in his tight hole. I love the sensation of his ass clenching around me like it’s holding on for dear life.

I press my hand against his abs, keeping him close as our tongues explore each other.

“This is what I need,” he whispers into my mouth.

I begin subtle movements, giving his body a chance to get used to having me inside him like this, feeling as his muscles relax, allowing me to move even more.

As skeptical as I was of the idea to begin with, this is exhilarating. It involves a greater level of care, listening to Lance’s body, reading him so carefully to make sure I’m giving him what he wants.

I’m shocked as we pick up the pace to the point where I’m able to drive my cock in and out of him, him greeting each thrust with a push. I wrap my arm around his thigh and roll him on top of me, fucking from under him, his back still against my front. And as I really get going, I grab hold of his cock.

“I don’t know that you’ve ever been this hard,” I say as I feel the precum beading out of the head.

“I need you, Ty. Come inside me.”

It’s more than just being in him raw, without lube. It’s more than even being in each other’s frat spirit wear.