“Lie down,” I told him.
He stretched out on his back on my bed, all six-foot-three of thick muscle on display. I swung over him, facing the oppositedirection in a 69-pose, planting one knee on either side of his wide chest, and lowered my still-wet cock back toward his face. His hot breath ghosted over the back of my thigh.
Then I got my first proper look at what was waiting for me.
Brett Calloway had an obscene ass. Dense muscle from years of squats and sprints, the cheeks round and powerful, dusted with dark hair that thickened into a dark trail right down the deep crack. Completely natural, completely unaware of how fucking incredible it was. I grabbed two big handfuls of ass and spread him open wide.
And there it was.
His hole. Tight, pink, and virgin, puckered into a tiny slit. Up until that night, I imagined he had never even considered letting anything inside. It clenched under my stare, so small and untouched, it made my mouth water and my cock throb against his cheek.
I took a moment just drinking in the sight of the cocky jock’s most vulnerable place spread open for me.
His hole was perfect.
I clicked the lube open and warmed a thick, generous amount between my fingers.
Beneath me, Brett had already leaned up and wrapped his lips around my cock again, sucking with fresh hunger now that relief was close. His hot mouth worked me with clumsy enthusiasm, wet slurps and muffled breaths vibrating straight down my shaft.
I pressed the pad of one slick finger slowly against that tight little pucker.
He went rigid instantly. Every muscle in his powerful body locked up, thick thighs tensing, ripped abs clenching into hard ridges, a low, muffled groan vibrating around my cock.
“Breathe,” I said calmly.
He exhaled shakily through his nose, hot bursts of air against my balls. I felt him consciously trying to relax, the tight ring softening just a fraction under the steady pressure.
Then I pushed in to the knuckle.
The heat was insane. Scorching, velvety, and so fucking tight it gripped my finger, his inner walls rippling and clenching in confused protest. Brett groaned deep in his throat, the sound traveling straight through my cock and into my spine. He overcorrected hard, trying to take me deeper into his mouth all at once and choking himself in the process.
He pulled back, coughing wetly around the head, then resumed with raw determination, sucking harder like the stretch in his ass was fueling him.
I worked my finger in further, sliding into that scorching, gripping heat.
His hips rolled, chasing the intrusion. His breathing turned loud and ragged through his nose, heavy, desperate puffs against my skin as he tried to manage the overwhelming stretch of his virgin hole while still servicing my cock.
I smiled against the curve of his muscular ass.
“Good boy,” I said softly.
His body shuddered.
I worked my finger deeper, curling and searching until I found it.
There.That soft, swollen ridge of his prostate gland, slightly firmer than the rest of his slick inner walls, tucked right where I knew it would be.
I pressed it.
Brett’s entire body bucked beneath me. His hips jerked against my hand, a strangled, broken sound tearing out of his throat and vibrating through my cock. His massive thighs shook, powerful muscles jumping and twitching as his hole clenched around my invading finger. His big hands flew up and grabbedmy hips with bruising strength, fingers digging in so hard I knew I’d have marks tomorrow.
I rubbed that magical spot again, tracing slow, deliberate circles right against his prostate.
He lost it.
The big, arrogant jock went absolutely fucking nuts.
His rhythm on my cock fell apart instantly. He started sucking like a man possessed, sloppy and desperate, spit smearing all over my balls while he moaned around my shaft. His hips ground against my hand in frantic little circles, chasing every stroke against that swollen button, his virgin hole fluttering and squeezing so tight it nearly trapped my finger inside him. His heavy balls strained uselessly in the steel cage, the short tube bouncing and tugging with every desperate thrust of his hips. The cage was already slick with a steady leak of pre-cum that smeared across his thigh and onto my sheets.