Page 100 of The Falcon and the Foe

I fingered Russ with lubed fingers, getting deep inside him. To amp up the pleasure, I took him in my mouth at the same time.

“Shit. That feels so good. You know how to suck dick.”

His hardness filled my mouth with the bitter, salty taste of pre-come.

“Cal...fuck, Cal…Suck my dick. Stretch my hole.”

Such dirty talk from a clean freak. I approved.

I flicked my tongue over Russ’s hole.

“Yes. Fuck, yes,” Russ said, begging for it.

“Yes to what?”

“Tongue my hole.”

“Why?” I asked with a snake-like smile.

“What do you mean why?” Russ lunged for breath. I flicked my tongue again. “I want you to eat my ass. I want to feel you inside me. Oh, please do it, Cal.”

“Do we need to take you back to the soundproof booth?”

Russ didn’t respond. He was on the verge of having an out-of-body experience. And we’d only just begun.

I pressed my tongue inside his warm hole, sampling the salty, musky, manly taste of Russ. His large frame quivered at my touch. I swirled around the rim and licked a stripe down the crack, then brought my fingers back and double-timed him. He was tight and sweaty, his muscles clenching.

“Oh, my god,” Russ muttered again and again. “This feels amazing.”

“Kinda makes you wonder why so many guys aren’t into the versatile thing,” I said between breaths.

“Now I know what I was missing.”

I plugged his hole with my thumb and plunged his cock back into my mouth. Russ bucked his hips, sending his rod to the back of my throat. “Take that cock.”

Enough foreplay, or else I was going to blow my load before I even got inside him. I lubed up my dick. We’d dispensed with condoms weeks ago. We were exclusive and hadn’t been with anyone else sexually in areallylong time. We were safe and a little sad.

But not anymore.

The head of my dick breached his hole. Russ clenched up.

“How are you doing?”

“Good,” he said through strained breaths.

“Want me to take it out or keep going?”

“No. Just give me a moment.”

We were teaching an oldish dog new tricks. I had some patience, but I was so turned on I didn’t know how long I could last.

“You feel so good.”

“Keep going.” Russ pressed his head back on the pillow.

I sunk deep inside and watched Russ fall in love with bottoming in real-time. I stroked his cock while pounding him with sweaty, steady thrusts, Russ taking every last one.

“This is the most work I’ve ever seen you do,” he said through staggered breaths.

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