Page 68 of Out of Control

“It has been a while since I’ve shot a load. It’s getting… uncomfortable.”

“You changed what you were going to say,” he murmured.

“I was going to say it was getting urgent.”

“We wouldn’t want you running around in urgent pain.”

“Thank God,” Drago replied fervently. “By all means, please do something about it.”

Experimentally, Spencer reached behind Drago’s balls, pressing up and stroking his prostate lightly. Drago lurched. Groaned under his breath.

“Like that?”

“I already said I would like anything you did. I wasn’t kidding.”

Spencer’s own erection jerked painfully against the fly of his pants. He unzipped his cargo pants and turned his own crotch rocket loose. It sprang free eagerly, poking impudently against Drago’s asscheeks.

“Well, hello, sailor,” Dray laughed under his breath.

Spencer didn’t know whether to laugh along or be embarrassed by how horny he was. What the hell. Drago didn’t seem to mind. In fact, Drago lifted his top leg a little in invitation, and Spencer pressed his cock forward. Drago’s leg lowered, trapping Spencer’s erection between his thighs, its tip nestled intimately against Drago’s balls. The heat and tightness all but made him come right there.

“Drago, would you be willing to entertain the idea of me doing you sometime?”

“You mean assfucking me?”

“Umm. Yeah. I guess so.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

He really wished they weren’t wreathed in total darkness. He would love to see Drago’s face right now. To gauge his sincerity. He certainlysoundedsincere about it.

“Do you mean that?”

“Dude. Topping, bottoming, sucking, fucking, rimming, fingering, you name it. I’m down for anything with you. What wouldyoulike to do?” He gave another one of those little wiggles with his ass, except this time, with Spencer’s cock clenched between his thighs, it had the effect of tugging at Spencer’s erection until he almost did come. Good grief, he was living on a razor’s edge of losing control.

“Uhh, I guess I’d like to try being inside you.”

“Great!”

Spencer had to laugh a little. No doubt about it. That was definitely unbridled enthusiasm in Drago’s voice. “We don’t have any lube.”

“Mother Nature can take care of that. If you rub my dick a few seconds, you’re gonna get all the lube you need all over your hand.”

“Oh. Right. Sorry. I’m not very good at this.”

“Never fear, grasshopper. I’ll show you the ropes.”

Spencer reached around Drago once more and pumped his erection gently.

Drago’s hand closed over his. “Like this.” Drago wrapped his hand more tightly around his erection and pumped it up and down more quickly. In only a few seconds, he felt the tightening, the internal coiling. Drago moved their hands to the head of his shaft, concentrating and quickening the rubbing.

Drago’s hips started to pump in rhythm with their hands, which had the effect of tugging on Spencer’s cock, still trapped between Drago’s thighs.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Drago began to chant.

Spencer tightened his fist of his own volition this time, relishing the power he had over Drago, loving his ragged breaths, the groans and curses.

“Now. Get ready to catch it now.”

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