Page 81 of First Puck

“But you’ve done it like this?” I asked.

He blushed even harder. I didn’t think it was possible for him to get any redder, considering he was lit up like brake lights, but he just kept going.

“With my fingers in my ass, yeah.”

All the air vanished from around me, and not just because of his ass in my face.

I was looking at him and imagining how he must have felt fingering himself all alone in his room. Because he must have done it in the house. He probably did it when I was sleeping above him, and he literally could have come and knocked on my door and I would have—

Alex sucked in a breath, and I realized I’d been quiet for too long.

“Well, do you want to do it, or should I?” I asked.

“W-what?”

“Dude, there’s no way I’m not gonna see fingers plunging into your ass after you’ve said that.”

His eyes widened, and he quickly turned away. If I could reach his shoulders, I would have made him look at me again.

“But I’ve already come,” he mumbled. “I can’t do it again.”

“You mean, you’ve never come twice in a row?” I asked, nearly choking as I understood what he was saying.

He shook his head, his hair falling like a curtain over his cheek.

I had to clench my thighs just to stop myself from thrusting up into him as my cock perked up again. “You mean, you’ve only ever come once? Ever, ever?”

“Why do you keep asking me things like that?” he asked as he lifted his head up again. It was like a sigh of relief, my muscles relaxing as he looked at me again. I just needed to know he was with me.

“I told you I haven’t done it before. Do you have to be so specific?”

“Yes.” I sat up more so I could show him how serious I was, even though he wasn’t actually looking at me. “Absolutely one hundred percent, yes. I need a bullet-pointed list of every single thing you haven’t done because, oh my God, Alex.” My breathwhooshed from me as I thought about all the little things he probably hadn’t done yet, that I could do for him. “I literally can’t. Like… If I’d known earlier, man… We’ve got so much catching up to do.”

His hand stayed on my thigh, tensing and relaxing, his breathing slow. He gave me that look again, the one he had right before he sucked my dick. Like I’d hurt him or something. I didn’t get it, I thought we were having a great time.

“Alex… Don’t you want me to? You said yes to everything so far.”

“Yeah… No… I want you to. It’s just…” He bit his lip and my eyes nearly rolled. He had to realize how delectable he looked when he did that. He got me so horny, I was using words I’d never said out loud before.

“Come on, man. There’s no reason to be shy. After everything we’ve just done, showing me how your ass takes a few fingers is nothing.”

“Do you have to say it like that?”“Like what?”“Like, so…boldly.”

“Oh.” I paused, thinking back on how I’d been speaking to him. Maybe it was because I’d just been acting like I always did with him. I thought we were just kind of hanging out, but with more cock. But maybe he wanted it more romantic-like.

“So, how about if I said…” I lowered the pitch of my voice, placing a kiss on his ass cheek as I stroked his hole with a single finger.

“Alex,” I started, slowly, delicately, teasing him properly, “I want to see the way your ass swallows my fingers. I want you shaking and moaning so hard for me that you can’t do anything but let me fuck you.” I bit his ass cheek again, scraping my teeth over his muscle. “I want to reach so high inside you that you come without me touching your dick, because I’m just that good for you, aren’t I?”

I paused, waiting for his reaction, but he was totally still. It was so hard to tell what was happening for him when we were in this position.

“Alex? Does that work for you?”

I wanted an answer, something to tell me he liked it.

“Alex?”

And he whimpered in reply.

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