Page 71 of Back Room Host

Satisfied, I straightened up again. “Turn around.”

He obeyed, lifting one leg up and rolling onto all fours in front of me. He seemed embarrassed as he presented his butt to me, but I beamed contentedly. Unfortunately, I was bound to the bed edge with my broken foot.

With gentle movements, I stroked his buttocks and switched to a kneading massage. Using my thumb, I traced over his muscle ring a few times. Luca’s body trembled, and he groaned. The lube was already beside me, so I spread a bit on my fingers. I eased my index finger into his crack and massaged his hole, starting gently and gradually increasing intensity.

As I inserted the fingertip, Luca gasped, but I noticed that he—as he had said himself—had experience with the dildo. Quickly, I added a second finger, and soon a third, and fucked him with my hand.

“Oh my God!” Luca moaned, eagerly thrusting his hips toward me. “Please, Juri, don’t make me wait any longer.”

The guy had no idea how much he was fueling the lust burning inside me. My cock was hard, dripping already, and wanted only one thing: to penetrate Luca. But first, I leaned forward, kissed the most beautiful ass I had encountered in along time, and nudged his entrance with my tongue. Again and again. Deeper and deeper.

Luca melted. Clutching the blanket, he gasped and sighed. As I inserted two fingers into him again and glanced at his face, he had bitten into the sheets lustfully and writhed under my touches on all fours. This sight only aroused me even more, but there was one more thing I wanted to do before I relieved my cock.

As I continued to thrust my fingers into him and withdrew them repeatedly, I slid my other hand over his belly and wrapped my fingers around his length. His hard cock twitched. The tip was wet.

“Shiiit,” Luca exhaled, biting into the sheets once more.

His vision was divine. How his body moved in a slow rhythm, reared and stretched, breathed heavily, and tensed multiple times. How his hair fell into his face as he pushed his ass toward me. He was so passionate. Wild. Just hot.

“Please, Juri, fuck me already.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I tore open the condom packet and rolled it on. My body was electric. Heat raced through my veins, and I was almost bursting with desire. With my length, I rubbed a few times over his cleft and slapped my cock on his buttocks. My breath caught, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I positioned the tip at his entrance and pressed into him.

Luca arched his back, propped himself up on his hands, and tilted his head back. I withdrew a bit and pushed further into him.

“Oh fuck, this feels so good. So tight.”

Luca moaned in response.

A fire raged inside me. I could hardly think. I pulled back slightly again, then thrust harder, burying myself in him all the way. This time, a groan escaped me. The desire inside me took over, and I kept drilling into Luca. Deeper. Harder. And witheach thrust, my breathing got louder. The faster I went, the more I dug my hands into his hips. Our skin slapped with each thrust. It was wet, hot, and just fucking amazing.

I was trapped in my lust, unable to get enough. Luca drove me insane. As he moved his head back again, I grabbed his hair with one hand and held him in that position. That seemed to excite him even more because he met me with each thrust.

I didn’t want to come yet, so to delay the orgasm, I pulled out of Luca. He understood what was going on and turned back onto his back. As he lifted and spread his legs, I marveled at his flexibility. Fuck … He was just too sexy. His hand wandered to his crotch. For a while, I eagerly watched him masturbate, but then he sighed longingly.

“Fuck me, Juri. It feels so good.”

Shit!

I pressed back into him, supported myself on his knees, and found my rhythm again. I never took my eyes off Luca. His six-pack emerged as he raised his head and watched me enter him repeatedly. More and more forcefully. Full of passion. I could hardly restrain myself as the hot wave rushed over me.

“Oh yes!” Luca’s chest protruded as he turned his head to the side, contorting his face. “Yes … there!”

There it was: his pleasure spot. I grazed it again and again, shuddering at Luca’s reaction. He seemed lost in sensation, arching his back, stretching his neck, pleasuring himself, and moaning. Then he hoisted his head, his eager gaze craving and devouring me. Suddenly, he tensed up.

“Shit! Yes!” He rubbed his cock faster and ejaculated on his chiseled stomach. “Oh fuck! Don’t stop.” Breathing heavily, he fell back onto the pillow, closed his eyes, and continued to rub his penis. I kept fucking him, but I could feel myself approaching the edge with each thrust.

“I’m about to come,” I gasped and increased the pace even more.

“Come on me,” Luca said, still breathing heavily.

At the last moment, I pulled out of him, ripped off the condom, and ejaculated several times, panting loudly onto his super-hot six-pack. As I continued to squeeze out every last drop of my cock, I leaned over Luca and sought his mouth. His hot lips sent an additional tingling sensation through my body, and blood surged through my veins in hot and cold waves.

Luca rested his hand on the back of my neck, breathed into my mouth, and kissed me repeatedly. Sought the game with my tongue and nibbled on my lower lip. The kiss made me laugh.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

I brushed back my sweaty hair. “That was so good.”

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