Page 87 of The Barkeep and the Bro

“You got it, Boss.” He immediately got on his hands and knees and nodded his head. There was something puppy-like about Charlie. He was happy, loyal, and full of boundless energy. Doggie style seemed like a good fit.

I cared for him deeply, but right now, I needed to have him rough.

I spread his cheeks and spat on his hole. Damn, it was beautiful. I kissed and bit both cheeks, eliciting a hiss of pleasure from him. Searching through his bag, I pulled out the bottle of lube.

“Did you really bring this?”

“Amos slipped it in without telling me.”

“Funny thing to say about lube.”

Rolling on one of the condoms Amos also included, I gazed at the beautiful man I was about to wreck. A part of me wondered if we’d be able to survive outside this hotel room, if the real world would catch up to us. But that would have to wait until morning.

I held the bottle over his ass and dripped lube down his crack. Charlie gasped at the cold. His muscles clenched. I rubbed the slickness on his hole, then pressed two fingers inside. He was already warmed up from the shower, so he didn’t fight me.

Each knuckle disappeared into his ass. He pushed against them to take even more.

This boy was ready.

I coated my sheathed, ragingly hard cock in lube.

“You ready, fratboy?”

“Actually, I don’t want to do this.”

My face dropped to the floor. “Oh.”

Charlie looked back at me, his face split in two with his cocky grin.

“You fucker.”

“That’s what you get for teasing me,” he said.

“Well, the teasing ends now.” I thrust into him, pushing past his tightness.

Charlie cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain.

“You okay?” I didn’t want to hurt him, but goddamn, was it beautiful watching my dick sink into his hole.

His chest filled with oxygen. I smoothed my hand over his tense back.

“Yeah. I can feel you stretching me.”

He clenched around my cock, but didn’t try to fight me. I thrust in again, his heat and tightness pushing me right to the edge.

“Don’t stop.”

That was the green light I needed. I grabbed both ass cheeks and fucked him in deep, steady strokes. I didn’t want his first time to be with a guy who came in two seconds flat. But damn, this was going to be difficult. His ass was a goldmine.

“Fratboy, you feel so fucking good. How are you feeling?”

“Good, Boss,” he said, the side of his face resting on the comforter. “It hurts good like I reached a new max weight on the bench.”

“This feels fucking amazing.” I sped up. The only way my body could communicate with his was through deep, full thrusts that blazed with passion. He fisted the comforter and arched his back to give me more of himself.

“Want it so bad,” he moaned.

“Stroke yourself.”

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