“Are you attracted to men?”
I shake my head. “Of course not.”
“Then it’s not gay.”
My dick has a mind of its own. All this talk about releasing fluids has caused me to leak with even more pre-cum. “You really think this will help?”
“It’s basic anatomy, bro.”
I’m aching so badly with blocked pipes, I figure I’ll do anything to get some relief. “And if I do this, the bet is still on?”
“We agreed you’d stay locked and wouldn’t hook up with any girls for a month, right?”
“Right.”
“Then you aren’t breaking any rules.” Andre’s voice is low and husky. It’s turning my stomach inside out.
“Okay, let’s give it a try.”
“We can stop any time you want.” I hear him pull the glove over his hand. It snaps against his wrist, and I feel myself coming undone with anticipation. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and I can see him squeezing out a generous ribbon of lube onto his fingertip. Then he rubs his digits together, warming them up. “You might want to take your pants off for this.”
I follow his instructions and set my jeans on a nearby patio chair. I feel so vulnerable standing outside half-naked, with my big dick reduced to a tiny little button.
“Just relax,” he says, placing a warm hand on my shoulder. With his gloved hand, he gently strokes a line between my ass cheeks. “Widen your stance, please.”
He tickles the knot of my butthole. It’s a strange, tingling sensation I’ve never experienced. I let out a jagged breath, a bundle of nerves inside as another fat glob of fluid leaks freely from my dick head.
With a firm but careful amount of pressure, he begins stroking my hole, dipping his finger ever so slightly inside. At first, my body resists, my hole clenching tight. But with each soft stroke, I feel him sinking just a little more inside, and soon I begin to relax.
“You’ll feel some slight pushback,” he says. “It’s your muscles contracting. But once I make my way past the barrier, your body will open up for me.”
“Okay.” I nod and take a big breath.
It happens exactly as he described. First, it feels impossible. I’ve tightened up and there’s no way he’s breaking through. But then it’s like a cave crumbles, and his finger glides effortlessly inside. I let out a sigh of relief. There’s a slight twinge of discomfort, but it doesn’t hurt like I thought it would.
“Are you okay?” Andre’s deep voice is soothing music to my ears.
“Mmm-hmm,” I breathe out.
Everything inside me tingles. I’m not sure if I love it, if I hate it, but I feel ticklish all over. And then his fingertip brushes against something inside me that makes me fall apart.
“Oh, fuck,” I say with a shudder.
“That’s the magic spot,” he says into my ear. It’s then that I realize how close he’s standing to my backside. We’re not touching, but I can feel the heat of his presence towering over me. “Just keep breathing deep and let yourself let go.”
His finger traces circles around inside me, gentle but probing. It reminds me of summertime in the pool, when I swim around in a circle, building a whirlpool. That’s what’s happening now, and the current builds somewhere deep and private, a place I’ve never explored.
I’ve lost all control. Pre-cum is flowing from my trapped cock in long, thick ropes. And the waves keep building. I haven’t hit the crest yet, I just keep feeling better and better.
“Fuck, Andre, I don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
“It’s all you, bud,” he whispers. “Your body’s doing the work. You just needed someone to flip the switch.”
He’s wrong. I’m breathless and needy. I couldn’t do this without him. He’s unlocked something inside me that feels better than anything I’ve experienced with my dick. Unlocked, yet locked, all at once.
“I feel... Damn, I feel... I don’t know what’s coming over me...” My voice goes high and kind of whiny, but I don’t care. I’m way past shyness as I grind my bottom against Andre’s masterful hand. I just want him to keep touching me this way forever.
“Let go, Nick.” His lips are so close, I’d swear they’re about to brush my earlobe. “Let go, and you’ll be free.”