Page 32 of Puck Me

“Nah, my ass has taken a pounding before. I can handle it. I may just need a bit of extra preparation.”

“Alright, then. Tell me if I’m hurting you.”

Storm’s face is set in the most adorable expression of concentration as he brings one finger to my ass. I scoot my one good leg out, giving him more access and moan softly as his finger brushes against my rim. He goes right in, his digit slowly sliding into me.

“Yes, just like that,” I breathe. “A little deeper. Now, twist your finger inward, toward my cock. Oh, FUCK! Yes, just like that, Storm! Fuck, do that again!”

“I guess I’ve found your prostate,” Storm smirks.

“Just do it aga—oh! Yes! Yes!”

If it wasn’t for the cock ring, I’m sure I’d be coming right now. I grind down onto Storm’s finger fucking his hand.

“Another finger.”

“Demanding, aren’t you?”

“Just give me another one, Storm!”

Storm obliges, scissoring his fingers as I told him, making sure to hit my prostate with every movement. He slowly works his way up to four fingers, massaging my prostate so hard it’s on the edge of pain but overwhelmed by blinding pleasure. Every nerve ending in my body feels alight with pleasure.

“I’m ready, Storm, I’m ready.”

“I think I know what to do from here. You just lie back and relax, Chester.”

“I can’t relax! I need to come! I need it now, Storm.”

“You’ll get it,” Storm assures me. “My poor, desperate baby. Has it been hard for you, not being able to come for all these months?”

“You have no idea,” I groan, taking my cock in hand and pumping frantically. I know I won’t be able to come, and that this will probably only make things harder for me, but I can’t help it.

“Tell me what it’s been like.”

“I will if you fuck me.”

“Deal. Condoms?”

“In the lube drawer.”

Storm grabs one and puts it on before giving his cock three quick strokes, not that he appears to need it. He’s hard and leaking already, all for me.

He slowly positions himself so that the head of his cock is just bumping against my ass and pauses for a moment, giving me time to say no. I can only moan incoherently.

Storm chuckles as he begins to push inside. He’s so big and hot and fills me so utterly perfectly. I can’t believe I went without this for so long. Never again, I swear. No matter how depressed I get, I’m not denying myself this kind of bliss.

“So, tell me what it’s been like,” Storm prompts.

“So hard,” I pant.

“I can imagine.” Storm starts thrusting in and out of my ass, sending sparks of pleasure tingling down my spine and through my whole body.

“Not in that way. I mean, I couldn’t get hard. I tried—I wanted to so badly. I’d stroke until my cock was raw, but my body wouldn’t cooperate with me. I’d be so desperate to come, but no matter what I did, I couldn’t even get hard, let alone come.”

“You poor thing. It’s no wonder you’re so needy now.” Storm is breathing heavily now, his hips thrusting quick and fast, pumping his cock in and out of my ass. His teeth are clenched and his face set in concentration. I would bet good money that he’s trying as hard as he can not to come yet, but he’s struggling.

“Yes! I need you, Storm. You can make me come, I know it. I need it now.”

“I know you do. Go ahead and take off the cock ring.”

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