Page 60 of Heart Me Up
I couldn’t help but run my free hand over his ass, kneading the taut muscles. I slid my fingers down his cleft and he pushed back when I ran them around his loosened rim. “God, I am so tempted to push my dick into this hot, glistening hole.” Foster made a groaning sound. “But I’ll wait. You wanted something else tonight.”
Moving lower, I gently massaged his balls, enjoying the crisp hair and warm, velvety skin.
“Dammit, Craig, get on with it!”
I laughed and pretended I was about to put him out of his misery, positioning the tip of the dildo at his entrance. I encountered little resistance, and I considered pressing it in further, but teasing him would be more fun. I kept the dildo barely inside him, moving it in and out by only a few millimeters each time. His rim, shiny with lube, was mesmerizing as it tried to suck in the dark purple silicone.
“Fuck, Craig, do it. Put it in.”
Ending the torture, I slowly pressed the dildo into Foster’s ass. Foster groaned, and I watched avidly as his hole consumed the textured sides of the toy. Foster spread his legs and arched his spine as it became more fully seated. I ran the fingers of my free hand through the excess lube gathered around his hole. Foster dropped his chest even closer to the bed at the touch. His moans were even louder when I lightly fondled his sac.
Finally the dildo’s large purple balls pushed against Foster’s. I was breathing almost as hard as Foster was. I sat back a little to admire him.
“Holy shit, you should see yourself.” The base of the dildo standing proudly between his cheeks, his ass in the air and his chest and head pressed into the pillow. The collar was just visible from this angle. I couldn’t help but jack myself.
I reached out and nudged the dildo, angling it toward his prostate before thrusting it in and out a few times. Foster cried out. His back was shiny with sweat and his dick was rock-hard. Precum leaked in a heavy string down to the sheets.
I asked him, “Do you want to come like this, or will you be able to hold out long enough to top me?”
Foster panted a few breaths and turned his head to gaze intently at me. “I’m topping you.” He pushed himself up to all fours. “Your turn. I want to see you stretch your hole.”
I picked up the lube and moved in front of Foster so he had a good view. My dick was almost as hard as his. This would be over quickly.
I barely prepped. I knew if I even grazed my prostate I’d be in danger of orgasming, and Ineededto wait until Foster was inside me, hot and hard. But then I heard Foster fucking himself with the dildo, lube squelching and a rhythmic, “Uh,” coming from him with every thrust.
I turned my head away. If I watched him I’d come for sure. Fuck, I had to move this along. I could take two fingers so I called it good.
Once I’d pulled my fingers out, I allowed myself to look in Foster’s direction. “Fuck,” I whispered. He was magnificent, still on his knees, one arm braced against the mattress and the other hand on the base of the dildo. His eyes, almost black with desire, met mine.
“Ready?” he gasped. He’d put the condom on. I was so ready.
Our panting breaths were loud in the room. “How do you want me?” I asked.
“Exactly like that. I’m not gonna last very long.” I kept my position, and he grunted as he crawled up the bed behind me. I pictured the dildo pegging his prostate as he moved. So fucking hot.
He covered me and I made a keening noise as he slid home in one long thrust. My ass stretched, and I thrilled at the slight burn from my half-hearted prep. I leaned down slightly, and his cock hit precisely the right angle, making me gasp.
“Fuck!” Foster cried out. He clung to me for a moment while I adjusted to his cock. When I relaxed, he begged, “Are you good? Can I move?”
“Yes! Move!” Foster wasted no time gripping my hips and starting a jackhammer rhythm, hitting my prostate with each slam forward. I grabbed my cock and managed one firm stroke before I my entire body contracted with pleasure. My ass clenched around Foster’s hard length and he pulsed, filling the condom.
I collapsed to the mattress. Foster fell with me and we stayed linked together, sweating and panting.
“That was… I don’t even have words,” he said, placing a kiss on my shoulder. My heart, which had been feeling full all evening, was now overflowing.
But if I spilled my feelings I knew I’d cry. And I wouldn’t be able to stop. So, instead I said, “Meh, it was alright.” Foster made a snorting noise, and we both started laughing, which ended up shaking him loose from my ass. I grimaced as he slid free.
Behind me the mattress dipped as Foster propped up on one elbow. He reached back with his other hand. I heard a grunt, then the dildo bounced on the bed next to us. Foster rolled away, getting up to go into the attached bathroom. I thought I should get up too, but by the time I’d found some motivation to move, Foster returned with a wet towel and cleaned me off.
“Thanks. One day I’ll do that for you instead,” I promised. “We should shower. We’re all sweaty.”
Foster chuckled. “Nah, we’ll just get sweaty again overnight. Help me pull this top sheet off,” Foster said. “The bottom one should be okay.”
I groaned but sat upright and yanked the top sheet out from under me. I melted back into the mattress, my eyes shutting again. Foster nestled up behind me and pulled the quilt over us.
We both slept until morning.
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