“You do, huh?” Andre’s voice pours over me like warm honey.
“Yes, please.”
“How much more?”
“You know what I want...”
He tsks. “My how the power top has transformed into the greedy bottom. So soon, too.” His voice is teasing me while his wicked finger taunts me from within. The way he tickles my swollen core sends me reeling. I grip the edge of his bed and bite down on my lip. “You’re going to have to say the words.”
“The words?”
“I won’t do it without your consent.”
I sigh. “I want you to fuck me, Andre. I want you to stick your dick all up inside me and I want you to fuck me until I cum. Please, Andre. I need it. I’m so frustrated and horny. I can’t touch my dick, so I want yours. I want all of you.”
Once the words start flowing, I can’t stop myself. I sound just like the girls I pick up in the bars. The way I make them beg for my big cock. And now I’m the one desperate to be filled.
“Okay,” Andre says soothingly. “First you’re going to have to get me nice and wet.”
My eyes snap open. I’ve never sucked another dude before. Never even thought about it. He slowly pulls his finger out of me. I let out a needy whine. He walks over to my face and unzips.
Out plops his cock, veiny and thick. It’s not as big as mine, but plenty big enough, especially for a first-timer like me. I reach out and wrap my hand around his shaft. His cock is warm to the touch, the core soft and hard at once. I squeeze and stroke upward, rolling the skin over the crown.
He leans in closer. I swipe my tongue out, give it a tiny lick. I’m nervous, kind of afraid I won’t like it. But when I taste the clean, fresh flavor on my palette, I’m instantly drawn in. I don’t know what I expected, but Andre tastes wonderful. I can tell he takes good care of himself as I crane my head closer, smelling the soap in his groomed patch of wiry black curls.
His cock weighs heavy on my tongue. I let him slide inside, running my tongue all the way across the underside as I try to swallow him down. Then I close my lips around his girth and tease his head with a windshield-wiper effect. He shudders and lets out a moan that makes me beam with pride. I twirl my tongue around, then start bobbing up and down. My gag reflex kicks in when he goes too far, so I pull back and focus on planting kisses all over his flared cock head.
“You’re very good at that,” he says, petting my hair.
I hum my thanks and continue working down the length of him.
“Okay,” he says, pulling away. “Are you ready for me to fill you up, Nick?”
My cock squeezes out a desperate teardrop. “Oh, god, yes.”
Andre smiles widely and turns to the table beside his bed. He bends over, lending me a glimpse of his furry hole, and retrieves a condom from a drawer. I watch, mesmerized, as he tears open the wrapper and hands me the latex sheath. “Care to do the honors?”
“Gladly.” I reach out, and his warm fingertips brush against mine during the exchange. He feels so good in my hands as I unroll the condom down the length of his cock.
He leans back and grabs a bottle of lube from the table, drizzles a generous amount over his big dick and works it into his fist. Then he steps behind me and gets on the bed. I can feel his heat as his body hovers over mine. He crouches down, rubs some lube into my hole. His finger dips inside, and I shiver at how nice it feels.
Then I feel the hardness of his cock knocking on my back door. I’m so nervous, yet I can’t wait to let him inside. He presses firmly, sinks in slowly, and I feel myself spreading open for him. It burns a bit, hot and kind of sharp, but I breathe into the feeling and try to relax.
“You’re doing great,” he says.
I look over my shoulder. “Yeah?”
He leans closer and kisses me softly on my neck. I don’t know what’s come over me but I turn my head to meet his face and we just naturally seem to be drawn together, like two magnets. His warm mouth covers mine. I feel the softness of his lips with the contrast of his grainy beard stubble. His kiss is so dominating, and yet so nurturing. I whimper against him, and our tongues come out to play. All the while, he’s sinking deeper inside me. His cock seems to summon electric pulses from my chute. His skin against mine, his entire length filling me to the brim.
“Oh, god,” I sigh. I feel stuffed so full, it’s nearly unbearable. But all that nervous tension breaks when the bulbous head of his cock pushes against my magic spot. “Ah, fuck, Andre.”
“It’s okay. Just breathe with me.”
His chest heaves against my back. He thrusts deeper. The air is thick with the heady scent of his cologne. He’s all around me and all inside me. I’m consumed by my frat bro. I never knew it could feel this good.
Andre starts bucking his hips, pounding all the way inside me and then pulling out. The rhythm fills me, and a fire is burning inside. First it’s a small flame, then with each thrust, it’s like he’s lighting the kindling. The heat is rising, this stirring that I can’t control. His weight holds me down, pinned to the bed beneath his hulking frame, his cock sliding in and out faster, harder, deeper.
The flames are burning out of control. Something stirs in my balls. The tension is too high. I break out into a sweat.