Page 94 of Not That Ridiculous

It was weird.

People did this all the time, I knew that.

Ididn’t.

Kevin frowned down at where he was working his hand and adjusted his angle this way and then that.

“What’s—ahhhhhhh.” Well,thatwas a new sensation. Did I like it?

Was I going to throw up?

“Oh, hey.” Kevin said, delighted. “There it is!” He rubbed at my prostate and I kneed him in the side. He laughed and did it again. I braced my feet and tried to scoot backwards off his lap but he wasn’t having any of it.

“Hhhhhhhnnnnn,” I said nonsensically as I flailed about.

“Knew you’d be a squirmer,” he said. “Stay right there. I’m coming back in with two.”

He withdrew, gave me about ten seconds to pant at the ceiling with tears in my eyes, then pushed two fingers in. I yelped and he made a sympathetic, soft cooing noise but didnotstop. He took hold of my cock with his other hand, and holy shit.

Holy shit.

“Kevin!” I said. “Kevin!”

“Mm,” he said. “Keep saying my name. I like it.”

Excellent. I couldn’t have strung a sentence together to save my life. He was staring at my face as he fingered me with gentle ruthlessness and stroked my dick better than I’d ever managed.

“Kevin.”

“You gonna come for me, Charlie?”

I absolutely was. Any second now. I turned my face to the side, squeezing my eyes shut.

His hand on my dick sped up and he rolled his palm over the head even as he pulsed his fingers inside.

“Oh. Oh. Oh.”

I was panting and writhing on the bed, on his lap. Sensation crashed around in my pelvis. I didn’t know how to handle it. Kevin didn’t stop, and he didn’t stop saying things either, things like, “Yeah, that’s it, you’re so beautiful,” and, “Dreamed of this, Charlie. Dreamed of you,” and that made it even harder to process.

I shuddered and tensed, and he let go of my shaft to grasp my balls and tug them down, backing the orgasm off.

“What are you doing?” I wailed.

His face was flushed, the stripes of deep pink on his cheeks making his brown eyes stand out. “Getting you ready,” he said, his voice a little shaky.

I slapped his thigh. “I’m ready. I’m ready!”

“For my dick,” he said.

My eyes tracked down to his erection, which stood up hard and raring to go between his thick, muscled thighs.

It was about the same length as mine, so not a porn cock or anything, but he had some serious girth going for him there.

I was not ready.

“Maybe another finger?” I croaked.

“Yeah.” He applied more lubricant and went back to it.

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