Page 48 of Big Rucking Disaster

I laughed. “Yeah, okay. Can’t say I’ve ever tried that one.” My cock responded to seeing the beautiful man on display. He really was stunning, with his blond hair cascading around his cheeks, over his shoulders, and even partway down his back. I’d asked about the choice, and he said he loved having his hair pulled. All the time—not just during sex.

Fully intending to take him up on that thinly veiled request, I headed to the bed. “So, on my back?”

His blue eyes lit in the dim light. “Yes, please.”

I managed to position myself. I wasn’t ripped like him, but I was in decent shape for a man my age.You’re not over the hill yet.Right. A quick reminder.

He held the bottle of lube. “So…” He chuckled, but it came out a little forced. “Isaiah says Travis likes it when he preps him. When Isaiah preps Travis,” he clarified.

I’d understood.

“So, do you like…?”

“Well, since it’s been oh, about a dozen years, I can say either would be—”

“You’re okay with it?”

“Yeah.” I caressed his cheek. “I trust you. But some guys find it—”

“Not me.” His eyes grew flinty. “I’ve spent a week doing research. I’m so fucking curious about prostates. So, I want to find yours, and then I want you to find mine.”

“I can do that.” I tried to hold in the grin.

He arched an eyebrow.

I laughed.

His expression morphed from mock outrage to genuine happiness in an instant. All it took, apparently, was the promise of prostate explorations.

I lay back, spread my legs, and tucked my very erect cock and my balls out of the way.

“Oh, wow. Just…wow.” He ran his hands up and down my inner thighs.

After trying to hold back the reaction, I shivered. I’d spent the week longing for his touch. Now I had it, it nearly overwhelmed me. “Have at it.”

“I intend to.” He coated his fingers with lube and then touched my rim—gentle and soft.

Truthfully, I was okay with him taking it easy for our first time. No sense rushing things.

Slowly, he inserted one finger.

I grinned.

After poking it around for a bit, he added a second.

I nodded.

As he held my gaze, he started rotating them. Scissoring me open. Searching…

He brushed my soft, spongy spot, and I gasped, which caused him to still.

“No, that was a good reaction. Keep going.” Prostate play was always tricky because I was so damn sensitive. I didn’t want to go off too soon and, after all, it’d been twelve years. I’d played with myself a few times, to be sure, but my focus was always on Nicholas and his pleasure.I was a fool, and I’m not going to think about it anymore.

“This feels good?” Johnnie cocked his head.

“It feels fucking amazing.”

He grinned. “My turn soon.”

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