Page 104 of The Barkeep and the Bro

Nowadays, he only called me Boss in bed. Because he knew how much it drove me wild.

“You going to stretch me out?”

“You bet your fucking ass. I may be short, but I’m big where it counts.”

That he was. I’d gagged on his cock enough times to realize he was packing heat.

He alternated tongue and fingers inside me, pushing past my resistance and building up a dam of pleasure that was bound to explode soon. My muscles tensed with anticipation when he pulled the bottle of lube from the drawer.

The cool lube hit my hole. His sure fingers filled the space. Need devoured me from the inside out, making my balls clench and heart rate skyrocket.

“You okay, Boss?”

“I’m ready.”

Charlie pressed his cock against my hole, giving me the same torture I’d given him during his first time. I shook with want and pleaded for him to fill me up. I wanted to know what this felt like. I wanted to feel the pleasure he had felt that night.

His fat cockhead breached my opening, hitting new sensations and nerves I didn’t know I had. It was like I’d made it to a secret level of a video game. Grand Theft Anal.

Charlie’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he sunk inside my opening. His compact, smooth body hovered above me, David overtaking Goliath.

“Oh, fuck. This is…” He bit his lip. “Damn,” he uttered in complete bliss.

My body acclimated to the new feelings of his dick. He thrust inside me balls deep. I arched up my lower back to meet his cock.

“How does this feel?” he asked.

“Good.”

“Can I go faster?”

I nodded yes. Fire burned in his eyes. “Boss, if it’s all right with you, I want to fuck you hard and wreck your hole.”

God, that was hot. I couldn’t answer in English. I could only moan in agreement.

His chest and arms glistened with sweat. His hair fell into his eyes, making him seem sweet with a dark side. I wanted that dark side.

Charlie pounded into me. Skin slapped on skin. His breath hitched with each thrust. He grabbed my ankles tighter, pummeling me and sending heat barreling into my core.

My balls tightened as my ass clenched around his dick. I was losing control, the orgasm taking ownership of me as heat built up in my chest. When he grabbed my rock-hard dick and began to stroke, pre-come leaking over his fist, I was unable to hold on any longer.

“Gonna come,” Charlie muttered.

He took the words out of my mouth. I came hard, fucking into his fist and hitting my stomach with my release. His body quaked, and his eyes went into a daze as he emptied himself into my hole.

We’d stopped using condoms a few weeks ago once we realized we weren’t sleeping with anyone else.

I was already on the bed, but still, I felt myself collapse. Eventually, breath and rational thought returned to my being. Charlie rested his head on my chest, my breathing lifting and lowering him.

“How was that?” He looked at me with vulnerable, curious eyes.

“In-fucking-credible.” I raked a hand through this messy, sweaty hair. “Amazing.”

He smiled to himself.

“What’s so funny?”

“You were technically a forty-year-old virgin.”

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