Page 102 of First Puck

When we finally reached the fattest part of the bulb, he was writhing like mad, his back arched, his thighs quaking, and I was fucking salivating. If he was reacting like that, he was going to go even crazier when I pushed my cock inside him.

“Brad!” he shouted as the last of it suddenly shot inside his ass. I nearly came just brushing my dick against my taut pants. Sweat beaded on his forehead and ran down his chest as the plug fully embedded itself in him, just the circle of the base left. It hid his hole like a seductive little lid as he shifted his hips, adjusting to the size.

“Man, you look incredible,” I murmured, leaning over him.

I didn’t want to wait. I wanted to yank it straight out of him and plunge inside him. But I knew from some things I read after I got curious about butt stuff that I needed to give him at least some time. Plus, there were other fun things I could do to him to get him off properly.

He wasn’t looking at me, too busy panting and moaning, so he missed the way I moved between his thighs. It was only when my tongue found the length of his dick that he cried out, his eyes shooting open.

“Brad! What are you—” But another strangled cry followed as I licked his seeping head, groaning at tasting him again for the first time in ages.

Well, if the hotel was ages ago.

I thought whenever I got hard after I’d sucked him off last year was just because I was generally horny. I didn’t think it had anything to do with the fact that I actually liked him—or even loved him.

I took him deeper in my mouth, his choking cries in my ears as I tugged on the plug.

It took more effort to get it out. I kept the pressure stable as Alex buckled under me. Each movement sent his cock deeper into my throat, and it was so fucking sexy that I was grinding my hips against my sweats.

His ass finally gave way, and the plug popped out with a massive shout from him that echoed in my ears.

I was so fucking lucky I could do this with him.

“Brad, please,” he whimpered as I licked his cockhead again. “It’s too intense. I feel like I’m melting.”

“Well,” I said against his shaft, “then we just need to double check that’s what you’re feeling. You’re the psychologist, after all. It’s basically science, isn’t it?”

“The science of butt plugs?” he asked.

“Fuck yeah. Exactly.” I grinned at his shaky smile as I pushed at him again.

This time, he was more prepared, keeping his ass relaxed as he gasped in pleasure. But he was still all over the place as he groaned, bending and curving to find the right angle.

“Wow, look at this. It’s even better watching it the second time. Your ass is so ready for it,” I said just before I licked his cock again.

“Brad.” It sounded like he was warning me, but it was lost between his moans.

By the time it slipped back inside his ass, he was panting so hard I could see a trail of drool running from the corner of his mouth.

I gripped the base of the butt plug, twisting it in a circle just to see how he would react.

And I was totally rewarded as his whole body jolted and his cock slammed into the back of my throat, sending me into a fit.

Even if I was ready, it didn’t stop me from gagging and spluttering all over him. But his pre-cum was rich and it swirled in my mouth as I pulled back to lick him properly.

“What are you doing!?” he cried out as I drew my lips up his cock.

“Just experimenting. I’ve never played with a butt plug before, so I wanted to know how it felt for you if I did that.”

“It’s just…” he gasped as I twisted it again.

“Oh well, if it feels bad, I guess I’ll just have to pull it out and we can start all over again.”

This time, I was rougher, loving how much his ass resisted me. With each breath, Alex softened up for me, until it was just a matter of time.

“Brad, oh God. Brad, don’t do it like—” Another cry poured from him and more satisfaction bubbled in me. Was there anything better than watching his ass expanding, his hips thrusting, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as I slowly pulled the butt plug out of him? I couldn’t believe he’d been hiding this side of himself for so long.

And it was all his first time.

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