Page 82 of Mr. Frosty Pants
“Have you done this to yourself?” Casey whispered.
Joel nodded.
“Used toys?”
Joel shook his head. He’d always meant to get a dildo, but money was tight, and the good ones were ridiculously expensive. He’d made do with his fingers, and he’d worked up to four inside himself before. Though that had hurt.
“I’m going to open you up wide for me,” Casey said, his voice gruff. He massaged Joel’s leg with his free hand. He pushed the third finger in, and Joel hissed low and hard, the sting harsh enough to make him go tense. “Breathe for me. That’s it.”
Joel grunted, reaching down between his thighs to feel where Casey’s fingers went into him. He held onto Casey’s wrist, keeping him steady, and when he could breathe without tension, he let go. He writhed on Casey’s fingers as he started to move them inside, hitting his prostate, massaging him open, pressing against his inner walls and stretching his anus as he finger-fucked him confidently.
“That’s it,” Casey whispered. “Fuck, I’m going to come just watching you like this.”
Joel forced his eyes open, gazing up at Casey, who stared at him with a flushed, wild-eyed expression and a wet, open mouth. His cock responded to that beautiful sight, and his balls drew up tight. Casey pushed forward on his knees, shoving his fingers deeper, and took Joel’s mouth with a hungry kiss.
Joel squirmed on his fingers as their tongues slid together, and the overwhelming sensations from his mouth and full ass left him undone, lost on emotion and pleasure-pain until Casey withdrew his fingers and sat back on his heels, staring down at him needily.
“Ready?” Casey asked, reaching for the box of condoms.
Joel nodded, his heart thudding in his throat, his legs shaking worse than they had when they’d first started. He watched as Casey rolled the condom onto his red, thick cockhead, and then slicked it with liberal amounts of lube.
“This might hurt, but just breathe and it’ll get better,” Casey murmured, lining his cock up between Joel’s ass cheeks and pressing the head against Joel’s slick, tingling hole.
Joel nodded, words so far beyond him now that he didn’t bother to try. Casey’s gaze captured his own. He held it as long as he could, until the intensity of penetration took his breath away, and his eyes rolled back, his breath escaping him in a cry of pain and pleasure, a shocked gasp that pierced the bubble around them.
“Fuck!” Joel shouted, his body quaking, his asshole spasming hard around the intrusion.
Casey gripped Joel’s thighs and shoved his legs up higher. He backed out a little, and when Joel had caught his breath, he pushed back in. Slower, harder, and thick as fuck, until Joel was thoroughly taken over, penetrated deeply, the root of Casey’s cock all the way inside and his pubic hair pressed flush against Joel’s ass.
“You feel so good,” Casey moaned, dropping carefully onto Joel, keeping his legs spread wide by hooking them under the knees with his elbows. “So hot inside. So tight.”
Joel felt hot tears leak from his eyes, but he couldn’t be ashamed of them, not when he was convulsing with pleasure and need. His asshole gripped and released Casey’s cock in a rhythm he couldn’t control, and his hips jerked in small circles, wanting more and less at once—wanting everything, wanting to come and scream and get fucked like an animal. Wanting Casey to make love to him. Slowly. Quickly. Whatever it took.
“Just move.”
Casey laughed against his mouth, kissing his joy into Joel, and he swallowed it down as they finally moved together. Casey was gentle, and Joel was grateful because when he moved, everything got good and scary all at once, the pleasure so intense and the stretch so big that he couldn’t do anything but hold on and feel.
He buried his face in Casey’s neck, breathing in his sweet scent, crying out against his skin and taking Casey’s thrusts hungrily while tears spilled out of him uncontrollably. Tears of joy, tears of need, and tears he didn’t understand the source of.
“Love you,” Casey murmured, taking his time, moving his hips at a strong, steady pace and making Joel feel like he was going to break open under his patience and affection. He released Joel’s legs and wrapped his arms around Joel’s body. Joel’s aching cock rubbed between Casey’s stomach and his own, a hot, sweat-slick tunnel that left him on the verge of coming, but not close enough.
Casey kissed his shoulders and neck, murmuring love constantly, and Joel wrapped his legs around Casey’s waist, holding him inside, making his thrusts shorter, sharper, and tighter. His asshole burned and spasmed, his body opening more with each plunge of Casey’s thick cock, which jammed against his prostate with nearly every thrust.
He felt like his was going to break apart, his emotions and body joined together in an ecstatic understanding of sex and love and fucking, of need and want and pleasure. Of being loved, and of feeling that love in his body, in his soul, and giving himself entirely in return. Trusting that he wouldn’t be hurt. Not right now, and not with this.
Joel reached between their bodies, taking hold of his cock, and he jerked himself as Casey moved inside him. They kissed again, and Joel’s blood pulsed in his veins wildly as he rushed up into orgasm, gripped by it hard and suddenly.
Agony-pleasure roared through him, and he cried out, gripping Casey close with his free arm and squeezing him into his body with his legs. His asshole gripped painfully as he came, and came again, the fat wads of come splattering hot heat between them.
Casey shook in his arms and then whimpered before he convulsed, shouting and moaning with pleasure. As Joel rode out the remnants of his own shaking orgasm, he felt Casey’s cock expand in his ass and the pulse of his dick as he came too. Veins stuck out on Casey’s flexed neck as he was wracked with pleasure. He collapsed on top of Joel, quivering in his arms, sweaty and gasping, for several long, unreal, beautiful minutes.
“I love you,” Joel whispered when his voice worked again.
“I love you, too,” Casey answered, his smile evident in his tone, even though his face was pressed to the pillow beside Joel’s head.
The disengagement of Casey’s body from Joel’s was weird, and when he had pulled free, Joel wanted him back in. But Casey was softening, and the condom needed to be disposed of, so Joel lay back and played with the come that was drying on his chest and stomach while Casey took care of the necessities. His asshole felt tender and stretched, and he clenched it gently, as he brought the come up to his nipples, outlining them with the slippery remainder of his climax.
Casey’s eyebrows went up, and a smile lifted his lips. “You’re so hot,” he whispered, dropping back onto the bed and scooping more of Joel’s come up, helping to smear it on his nipples.
