Page 51 of Red River

A hellish monster cock!

"Sure… but mine doesn’t compare to yours," I blurted out, feeling panic mixed with wild excitement.

"It doesn’t have to. Yours is prettier. Sleeker. Perfectly proportional. And smooth, no big veins like mine."

"Veins are sooo awesome…"

"I prefer cocks like yours."

I blushed.

"If I weren’t such a hopeless top, I’d want you to fuck me with it," Archer murmured.

"That’s sweet of you to say, but it’s a good thing you’re not, because I’m a hopeless bottom, and I’m not planning to change that. Sorry. I love roles."

"Works for me."

As we talked, we were both stroking ourselves. It seemed like Archer was going to finish first this time. He stepped closer to the bed, resting one knee on the edge. His face was dark, flushed, his breathing quickened, as well as his heart, and his eyes were locked on my crotch.

So I rolled my pelvis in a way that would expose my hole even more so that he could see a translucent trickle of my slick…

Moments later, I saw thick, white streams spilling from his cock, landing across my stomach in several spurts—and that pushed me over the edge. I came too, feeling so deliciously dirty, so filthy.

As Archer squeezed the last drops onto my stomach, he gave me a sly smile.

"So, what’s your plan, River? Want to stop by my room every night for a jerk-off session?"

"And you wouldn’t want that?"

"On the contrary—I’d love it. If that’s what you want, I’m on board. The key word, River, is youwantingit."

For a moment, we just stared into each other’s eyes. Then Archer grabbed a paper towel, sat on the edge of the bed, and, with surprisingly gentle movements, cleaned me up. It was… sweet.

As he did, I whispered, "I wish everything would just work out between us."

"It will, River. Rest. Heal in your own way, and let yourself lean on me, okay?"

I sighed heavily.

"Tomorrow, you’ll have to deal with Igor’s resistance again."

"Don’t worry about that. I’ll use the same method my own father used on me—it’s tried and effective."

"Alright. I’ll stay out of it, I promise."

"Good."

As I was leaving, Archer suddenly stopped me.

For a moment, we stood like this, holding hands, his so large and mine so small that it almost disappeared in his grasp.

"Thank you, River. I really appreciate you coming out here. Sleep well," he said, his tone soft, almost tender, and I felt a slight shiver.

I lifted my eyes to his for a moment, then even dared to steal a brief look at his lips. But it wasn’t time for it, so I nodded and slipped out quickly before I said something we both weren't ready for.

***

Just because I was counting on Archer didn’t mean that I wouldn’t keep an eye on what was happening with Igor. I was far too worried. So I woke up at 6:15 with a nervous knot in my stomach and dragged myself out of bed. I was angry at myself for getting so upset before things had even started.

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