Page 116 of Lost Boy
“More.”
I slip another finger in, scissoring them to help get his body ready.
I curl my fingers up, pressing that spot inside him, and he cries out. His knuckles turn white as he squeezes his legs hard enough to force back the impending orgasm.
I don’t want him to come yet, so I slip my fingers out.
“Fuck. Ry. Wha—?”
“My cock. You need it. And I need to be inside you,” I whisper, lining myself up with his twitching hole. I push forward until my cockhead slips past the tight ring of muscle, and Fallon cries out.
He slaps two hands over his mouth, releasing his hold on his legs and resting them against my chest. I grasp his hips and press in slowly. The sounds of Fallon’s muffled groans spur me on until I bottom out.
I caress his hip lovingly. “You okay?” I pant.
His dark blue eyes pop open, and he nods, keeping his hands over his mouth and his legs against my chest as I thrust into him.
The muffled noises make me feel like we’re doing something wrong and are trying to hide. My dick pulses with excitement, growing even larger inside of him and causing his asshole to clench around me.
“Fuck, Blue! You’re so tight. I love fucking your little hole. Love being inside you.” I’m near delirious with pleasure.
Fallon’s legs slip off my shoulders, almost going limp. I hook my hands under his knees, using my leverage to yank him toward me as I thrust into him. I set a punishing pace, Fallon’s hard cock bouncing between us.
I’m not going to last long at this speed.
Sweat drips down my temple onto Fallon.
“Touch yourself while I fuck you. Gonna come.”
I grit my teeth, continuing to plow into him as he jerks himself off.
Not even one minute later, he’s crying out behind his palm, covering his shouts as cum spurts between us and his hole clenches around me.
I follow right after him, pulsing inside his tight body and filling him with my spunk.
We’re both panting, our bodies sweaty and twitching with aftershocks.
I pull out slowly and watch as my cum oozes out of his open hole. I scoop some up and push it back inside, fucking him and making him moan. “I need to get you a plug. Keep you stuffed.”
He groans in embarrassed arousal. “Fuck, Ry. Don’t say that.”
I pull my fingers out. “Okay. I’ll order one when we get home.”
He groans again, and I chuckle, gently setting his legs back on the bed.
“Let’s get you cleaned up. We have more things to overcome.”
I know it sucks, but we came on this trip for a reason. And it can’t be avoided any longer.
“Together,” I add.
* * *
“I’m proud of you today, Fallon,” Joel says in a heartfelt tone. I can see the truth in his eyes and know we all feel the same.
We’re back from the cemetery, eating room service in Dad’s and Joel’s suite.
“Me too. I’ve grown quite attached to you already,” my dad says.
