Page 101 of Reinventing Cato
“Is…this okay?” Vigge asked.
“Are you asking—Am I in the right place? Or am I okay with you fucking me? I usually top, but I’m verse for the right guy. Wait. Let me think. Right guy, wrong guy. Hmm. Okay. You’re good to go.”
“Still nervous?”
“You’re so huge and I’m so small. It’s like David and Goliath. Oh God, David killed him. Sorry.”
Vigge chuckled. “You’re not small.” A dollop of cold lube hit the top of Cato’s arse and Cato gasped.
“Don’t worry. It happens to all of us. Well, never to me, obviously, with my immaculate control, but—”
“Cato?”
“What?”
“Shut up. You’re making me nervous.”
Vigge ran his fingers through the lube and smoothed it into the valley between Cato’s buttocks, pressing on but not into his hole on the first couple of passes. Then one insistent finger pushed and kept pushing until it slipped through the tight muscle barrier. Cato sucked in a breath. One finger turned to two and Cato’s deep groan was echoed by one from Vigge. He leaned over Cato’s back and pressed his face into his neck, nipping his flesh as he finger-fucked him.
“Fu…ck,” Cato hiccupped.
Vigge curled his fingers, found the perfect spot to stroke, the way to make Cato see stars, to make him moan in ecstasy. Cato knew he was making a lot of noise, nothing coherent, his breathing reduced to noisy gasps, pleas, whimpers, but he wanted this to run on and on.
“Need you now,” Cato panted.
“Who’s in charge?” Vigge bit his ear.
“Ouch. Me, obviously.”
Vigge pumped his fingers harder. Cato turned his head to look at him and the rawness of Vigge’s expression made Cato’s heart race. His cock hardened.Already?
“Now. Please,” Cato pleaded.
“Only if you’re certain.”
Are you serious?“You’re right. We shouldn’t rush this. Thirty more minutes and then we’re good to go.” He slid his hand under his body and winced.
“Are you strangling your balls or your cock?”
Cato turned his head to look at him. “Both, you bastard. Go slow. It’s been a while.”
Vigge wiped his fingers on the towel, rolled on the condom and covered his dick in lube. He pulled Cato up by the hips so that he was bent over in front of him, then rolled the blunt head of his cock down the valley of Cato’s arse. Cato pressed his face into his arms, his heart galloping out of control, goose bumps erupting down his arms and legs, his excitement off the scale. Vigge pushed and pressed, but in trying not to hurt him, was getting nowhere.
“I won’t break. Fuck me.”
“I’ve changed my mind.”
Cato laughed. “No, you haven’t. Do it.”
“Isthere a gag in your box of toys?”
Cato didn’t answer.
Vigge pressed again and Cato pushed back, then suddenly Vigge slid in and kept going until he was balls deep inside him.
Vigge’s exhale was shaky. “That feels…so good.”
“As if you could come without doing another thing?” Cato squeezed against Vigge’s cock.
