by Kora Knight
But soon Scott’s tongue turned full-fledged frisky, curling back to flick its tip against Tad’s hole. It teased and tickled and repeatedly prodded that quivering forbidden door. It wanted in, its insistent ministrations driving Tad wild. He writhed and moaned, cursing deliriously.
Scott’s grip on his cheeks tightened with a snarl. Tad tensed. The guy’s tongue was quickly gunning toward aggressive. Even his mouth was suckling too fast. And fuck, a bit too hard. Tad’s breath left his lungs in a rush.
“Scott,” he gasped, needing him to chill. Scott growled in protest, but reluctantly broke the seal. Tad winced then exhaled a deep-seated groan. Scott grunted, clearly not happy to have relinquished his treat. But he quickly made it known that his tongue was far from done. Promptly it delved back into feasting and flicking. The flood of raw pleasure sent a jolt through Tad’s frame, making his whole body tremble. “Ohhhhhh… f-f-f-fuuuuuuck...”
Scott rumbled and fell into a persistent fast-pace, lapping Tad relentlessly like a junkie with an ice cream cone made of pure crack. Tad panted, squirming. His cock was throbbing and his nuts were howling to get free. And all the while, if felt like Scott was eating him alive. Tad supposed in way he kind of was.
But fuck, if it didn’t feel incredible. Tad was irrevocably floored. Few things in his life had felt this good. Honestly, he could barely think of one. Most likely something pertaining to his dick. Toes curling, hands fisting, his body writhed anew. If his lungs sawed any faster, he might even hyperventilate.
“Scott,” he gasped. “That feels so—”
His whole body jerked as Scott speared his hole. Both groaned in synchronized bliss. Tad had been so lost in sensation, his sphincter must have totally relaxed—allowing Scott’s eager tongue to slip right on in. But now that it had, Tad reflexively clenched, which did absolutely nothing to deter Scott’s intrusion. It did, however, make his ass burn like hell.
Tad hissed, shifting his hips, trying to dislodge it. But Scott just gripped his cheeks tighter, holding him immobile as he plunged his tongue deep. It darted inside Tad’s recesses, curling and twisting around. Buried to the hilt, its thick base stretched Tad like he’d never been stretched before.
His whole body tensed as he grimaced in pain. “Shit, Scott! Shit! That fucking hurts!”
As if snapping out of some drugged-induced frenzy, Scott froze, then slowly withdrew. “Shit. Sorry,” he rasped, releasing Tad as he stood. “I forgot you’re a virgin ass.”
“Yeah,” Tag sagged. “And I’d like to stay that way.”
“Mm. We’ll see about that.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? It wasn’t a conjecture.”
Scott’s warm palms returned to soothe his cheeks, then roamed gently over his thighs. “Just not convinced you’ll still feel that way in a minute.” Tad tensed and Scott must have felt it. Reassuringly, his hands moved to stroke Tad’s sides. “Don’t worry. I’ll go slow this time. Make sure I do it right.” He paused… then softly growled. “You just tasted. so. fucking. good.”
Tad didn’t know what to say to that. So, he simply rolled his hips—in thanks for the “compliment,” but mostly for friction. Due to all the mind-blowing rimming, his hard-on was raging something fierce.
Scott pinned Tad’s cock to the wall. “Stop,” he chuckled, thumb stroking Tad’s crown. “Or I’ll break out the duct tape.”
Tad gaped, eyes snapping wide behind his blindfold.
He wouldn’t… would he?
A bottle cap snapped open behind him. Then a cold, thick gel found his star. Scott smoothed it over his ring, making Tad’s flesh quiver against the contact. Lube. Lube was his friend. Tad allowed his body to relax. It felt like his muscles had been strung tight for days. Then more cold gel, beneath unhurried fingers. Tad sighed. Now that right there felt amazing… It was hard to believe such concentrated pleasure could come from one measly hole.
After a while, Scott increased the pressure. But it didn’t exactly hurt, so Tad let it ride.
Scott cleared his throat. “Gonna work some inside you now.”
Tad said nothing, just gave a nod.
An extra-large dollop doused his rosette.
“Bear down on my finger.”
Tad drew in a breath… then dutifully pushed. A split second later, Scott was inside. Not by much, though. Maybe his finger’s first knuckle. It didn’t bring back the sting, but the minimal invasion still made Tad clench.
“Relax, babe. It’ll feel really good if you do.”
Babe? Seriously? Oh, whatever. He could call him buttercup if he’d just make Tad come. Again, he nodded and tried to comply.
Scott eased further inside. “Nice. Half my finger’s in you now.”
Tad exhaled, getting used to the feel. Scott sank deeper. Tad grunted, squirmed a little, then forced himself to stop. A row of knuckles bumped his right cheek.
“Home sweet home,” Scott murmured. “You good?”
Tad nodded a third time, concentrating on keeping his sphincter relaxed. Fuck if he wanted a repeat of before.
“Awesome.” Slowly, Scott’s finger began to move deep inside Tad’s ass. Tad stilled at the strange sensation. He could feel Scott probing him, feeling him out. Within a matter of seconds, the guy grazed something—
Tad jerked with a start. “Whoa.”
Scott chuckled. “Jackpot.” He nudged the spot again... then gave it a couple strokes.
Tad’s ass clenched up in delirious bliss. “Oh, God,” he groaned. “What are you doing?”
“Fondling your G.”
Tad winced at the thought. Great. Scott just found “the infamous prostate.” But son of a bitch, it did feel good. Fantastic even. Scott fell into teasing it nice and slow, making Tad deliriously restless. His cock pulsated up and down its shaft. His nut sack protested against its bind. Scott’s finger grew more persistent, making Tad downright throb with need. In no time, Tad morphed into an undulating fool.
“Scott,” he panted. “Oh, fuck. Oh, shit.”
“Yup,” Scott chuckled huskily. “Pretty much.” But he didn’t relent. If anything, he moved even faster. Tad couldn’t stop the grunts from tumbling free. His cock pulsed faster as his tightening balls tried to lift. A pressure was building; the kind that made a man want to rapturously explode.
Scott slipped free, only to return with more lube… and another finger. Tad hissed at the larger intrusion, but was quickly distracted when the duo found their mark. And fuck, did they work great as a team. Scott’s row of knuckles pressed against both cheeks. His palm must be facing down now while his fingers swiveled and pumped.
Tad moaned unabashedly. With his blindfold on, each sensation was intoxicatingly separate… and unbelievably intense. He could actually feel the pads of Scott’s fingertips stroking his secret nub. Prodding, teasing, rubbing, delving. Every nerve in his ass felt alive, each graze like an incessant tongue tormenting his cock. Soon he was squirming so damn hard, Scott all but laughed out loud.
“Fuck, Tad. You’re a wanton thing. Jesus, look at you go.”
“Scott,” Tad mewled. “You’re driving me insane. I need to come so bad.”
“Mmm… I know.”
But of course, his fingers didn’t stop. Tad’s mouth fell open as he gasped for air, his dick now twitching to each of Scott’s strokes. His balls were so constricted they had to be blue, bound too tight for release.
“Please,” he begged, lungs heaving in his chest.
“Soon.” Again, the shifting sound of Scott sinking to his knees. Hot breath whispered across Tad’s genitals. Fingers slowing, Scott’s free hand grasped Tad’s rock-hard erection and pulled it to his lips. He drew in its crown and started to suck.
A long, strained groan rolled up Tad’s throat. “Ohhhhh God….” Deeper his length sank into Scott’s mouth. Harder the suction grew. Instinctively Tad’s tensed hips started to pump. He could feel Scott’s nose bumping his sack, and a nose never felt so good.
Tad swiveled his pelvis, needi
ng more speed, faster friction. Scott purred in approval. The sound sent vibrations up his dick’s thick, pulsing vein, to culminate atop his head. Again Tad moaned, eyes rolling swiftly back. Scott’s mouth, his tongue—and those two wicked fingers—were driving him insane. His cock bucked, hitting Scott’s teeth.
So close. He was so fucking close.
“Take that thing off my nuts!”
A muffled “Mmm” was Scott’s only reply.
“Please!” Tad croaked .
Scott slowed to a stop, then relinquished his treat.
“No!” Tad cried. “Don’t stop. I’m so close.”
Scott slapped his raw ass. “Which is why I can’t keep going. Need to give your junk a break. Besides,” his attention refocused on his two buried fingers. “There’s still so much fun to be had.” More cool gel, more slipping and sliding. God, those slick sounds were erotic as hell.
Tad writhed in agonized ecstasy. The way pleasure was firing from his prostate to his cock? Making it vibrate with pent-up need? Not much of a respite, dammit. He shoved his face into the leather and winced, his pelvis pumping anxiously to rhythm of Scott’s hand. “Need that break,” he panted. “Too much, Scott. Too much.”
Warm lips latched on to his flog-burned left cheek and sucked its tender flesh. The pleasure/pain combo nearly fried Tad’s brain. One coherent thought, however, managed to remain: Scott better not leave a hickey on his motherfucking ass. But that worry up-and-bolted when Scott’s teeth joined the fun.
Chomp.
“Ah!” Tad yelped, jerking in surprise. “What the fuck! You just bit me!”
Scott chuckled. “And you tasted mighty fine.”
Tad swiveled his wrist and flipped him off, a laugh escaping his lips. “You’re such a dick.” He yanked on his restraints. “Just get me fucking off, Scott. Just let me fucking come. For fuck’s sake, it’s been long enough.”
“Says you.”
Scott’s fingers resumed at a less punishing pace. But despite the considerate gesture, Tad’s prostate was so sensitive, even the slightest contact sent him quaking.
“Uunnngggh… f-f-f-fuck…”
An eternity later, yet way too soon, Scott slipped his fingers free. Tad slumped in relief. His hips, however, continued to pump, even with nothing inside him. He still needed to come so bad. A breathless whimper rose up his throat. “Please…”
Scott palmed his ass and stood, then gave Tad’s cheeks a squeeze. “It’s been barely ten minutes. You’ve got a ways to go.”
Tad mewled pitifully, sanity too splintered to care.
Scott eased his grip, suddenly going silent.
Tad restlessly rolled his hips.
A soft cursed rose up behind him. “Fuck. Maybe I could… bend the rules a little more.”
Oh, thank fuck.
“Anything,” Tad implored. “I’ll do anything. Just please.”
“Anything?” Scott murmured. “Even… take my cock in your ass?”
Tad froze. “What?”
Scott growled. “I want you so fucking bad, shy boy. Let me take you. When I get off, I’ll let you come, too. Deal officially settled.”
Tad could feel himself paling. That was one seriously huge thing to agree to, for more than one reason. Besides the obvious, just two of Scott’s fingers made him feel stretched too wide. Utterly, obscenely full. Surely the guy’s dick would be at least twice the girth. The prospect sent conflicted shivers racing up Tad’s spine. Could he handle Scott’s dick? Should he even try?
Fuck, he needed to come so bad.
Just this once, he rationalized, then never again. After all, he didn’t have a problem with gays, or the activities they engaged in. Hell, one said gay standing right behind him was presently blowing his mind.
As if prompting Tad to answer, Scott squeezed his cheeks, then spread them nice and wide. Thumbs moved in swiftly to tease his pucker. Tad squirmed at the contact. Impatiently, Scott rumbled his name. “Tad.”
Shit, Tad couldn’t believe he was actually considering this. Being topped. Having another guy fuck him in the ass. Was he nuts? Thinking irrationally from his overwhelming need to come? No question, this was the easiest way to reach his goal. Two goals, in fact. Release and the end to this farce. Scott did say once they came Tad could go, despite how long it’d been.
Tad closed his eyes and fisted his hands. “Fine. Let’s do this. Before I change my mind.”
A happy growl filled the room. Scott’s hands let go as he moved away, that thrumming from the padded wall promptly kicking back on. Tad groaned in relief, starting to rise. He really hadn’t wanted to be pounded while virtually grabbing his ankles. He stopped in his new position, bent just above ninety-degrees.
“Mmm…” Scott approved. “Perfect.” The sound of a zipper descending tantalized Tad’s ears, then the shucking of rough denim jeans. “Can’t wait to get inside you.”
Tad winced, tensing yet again. “This is going to hurt, isn’t it.”
Scott’s hands returned, this time to Tad’s hips, fingers curling around the bones. Hot flesh pressed against hot flesh. “Not gonna lie. It might burn at first. But I’ll get you good and ready. And I promise to be gentle… until you want it harder.”
Tad grunted warily. Scott chuckled and re-smacked his ass.
“Ah! Sensitive, you dick!”
“I know,” Scott laughed, sliding his hands up Tad’s back. “And gorgeous. Your back alone is a work of art. Such great muscle definition. When I flogged you earlier, and then later, when I had my fingers up inside? I could see each one perfectly as you strained. It was fucking beautiful, shy boy. And don’t get me started on your ass.”
His erotic compliments stirred Tad’s stomach, made his cheeks burn extra hot. “I’m not shy,” he muttered, fidgeting under the praise.
Scott laughed again. “You’re blushing as we speak.”
“I’m overheated, dammit. You’ve been working me pretty fucking hard.”
“Mm. Yet through it all, your sweet little mouth has barely made a peep. You know who bites it back like that? Shy people.”
Tad scowled, even though Scott’s roaming hands were making him want to purr. “I didn’t bite anything back. I was just…” He exhaled, unable to think of an excuse.
Scott chuckled. “Exactly. You “were just.” Just being shy.”
“Bite me,” Tad muttered.
“Already did.”
Tad couldn’t hold back the laugh. “Maybe I’m just naturally quiet.”
“We’ll find out soon enough.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’ll see.”
“Will you take this blindfold off?”
Cool, wet fingers fondled his hole. “You sure you want that?”
Tad hadn’t thought of it like that. Absently, his hips started to move. “Maybe not.”
More gel. More stroking.
“Time to bear down.”
Tad drew in a fortifying breath, then obediently complied.
In one fluid motion, Scott’s finger was to the hilt.
Tad moaned. Apparently his prostate was still wide awake.
Scott made quick work of a few steady pumps, then slipped a second one deep. Super slick, they started to move. In…out… In… out… Slow… then abruptly fast. Tad winced, but damn, his G-spot felt great. His cock was equally blissed. He bit his lip and rocked his pelvis.
A second later, Scott retreated again. Tad knew the drill. As soon as Scott’s fingertips touched his star, he gave a dutiful push. Gingerly, they breached his ring, but that sharp sting came back regardless. Tad hissed and locked right up.
Scott paused. “Come on, babe. Relax. Unclench that sweet little muscle.”
Tad forced himself to calm. Mind over matter, that’s all this business was. Warily, his sphincter eased then let go. “Okay,” he rasped. “I think I’m good.”
Scott chuckled. “Oh, you’re definitely good.”
In… out… In… out; his trio stretching
Tad more than ever before. Tad winced, but refrained from tensing. The sting was dulling, even starting to recede. And, surprisingly, Scott’s rhythm was feeling really good. His dick pulsed harder, his nuts setting in to that tingling tickle.
“Gonna sink them all the way in now,” Scott murmured. “So, it’s gonna get pretty tight.”
Tad balked behind his blindfold. Scott’s fingers had only been partially inside? Fuck, what if his ass couldn’t handle any more? With slow, steady pressure, Scott pushed further in, never once stopping ‘til his knuckles bumped Tad’s ass.
“There we go,” Scott hungrily intoned.
Tad squirmed, that sharp burn racing right back. Holy shit. “Tight” was an understatement. Hands and feet sprang into a restless fidget as he struggled to keep his hole slack.
A separate finger smoothed more lube around the site. “Fuck, Tad,” Scott growled. “You’ve got me so hard.” His buried fingers slowly started to move, swiveling against Tad’s straining ring, then pumping in and out. Gently. Carefully. Showing he could be considerate. And Tad couldn’t have been more grateful, as insanely full as he felt. Thankfully, the sting soon headed back out.
Scott’s bundle of fingertips curled against his prostate. Tad jerked against his restraints. Fucking hell, he was sensitive there! Scott chuckled and stroked the mound some more. Before long, Tad was back to writhing, just as hard as he’d been before. It was crazy how fast that spot could strip him of all control. How it seemed to hold some serious reins on his nuts and pulsating cock. Each time Scott teased it—despite how hard Tad fought to stay still—his whole frame shuddered on the verge of release. And considering the way Scott kept driving him to said brink, Tad suspected the guy was making a point. That Scott was in complete control, able to make Tad gasp and writhe whenever he saw fit.
“I think you’re ready, beautiful.”
“Don’t think,” Tad panted. “Know.”
“Mm.”
Slowly Scott removed his fingers and stepped away. The retreat left Tad feeling strangely empty. Cool air assailed his back door. He shuddered. Scott had been so warm. A ripping package flittered past his ears. A condom. Tad let go of another relieved breath. He was really starting to like this guy.