Page 43 of Glitter

Just as he’d said, Dusti’s hole was already loose and slick. I globbed the extra lube I’d dribbled on in ass into his hole, adding it to what was already there.

“Benny, please. Put it in,” Dusti begged, when I teased him by thwapping my shaft against his ass. “I need it.”

Even though Dusti had let me dictate the arrangement of our bodies, ultimately, he was always going to be the one in control. Giving him what he wanted—what we both wanted—I notched the head of my cock against his opening and raised my hips, pushing my cock inside him.

“Oh, yes. Yes. I’ve missed your cock,” he cried. “Your fat, fat cock. So good in my ass. Feels so good.”

I thought Dusti was pretty stable above me, but, slinging an arm across his back, I grabbed onto his shoulder with one hand and gripped his hip with the other to help brace his position.

Over and over, I pistoned my hips up and down, thrusting my dick into his hot, wet hole. My abs and my pelvis and my glutes and my…well, pretty much my everything burned from the strain, unaccustomed as they were to any sort of exercise.

With each jolt of my cock, Dusti whined and panted against the side of my face. “Of fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.” Then he was smearing wet, open-mouthed kisses on my cheek, each one drifting closer and closer to my mouth. Then his mouth was on mine, kissing me like he also couldn’t get enough.

The blasted need for oxygen soon caused our mouths to jerk apart, and we shared hot, gasping breaths in the narrow space between our trembling lips.

“Fuck. You feel so good,” Dusti said, his straining voice barely above a whisper. “But…but… Would you just fuck me into the mattress already? Please, Benny. Throw me off, pin me down, and fuck me hard. Please.”

A growl tore from my throat as I tightened my grip on his body and flung him off to the side. We both cried out as my cock wrenched out of his hole, but then I was on him, his body barely having stopped bouncing on the mattress.

I jerked his legs into the air, propping his ankles over my left shoulder. Lining up my dick, I sank back into his hole in one long thrust. “Benny!” he cried as I bottomed out, my cock back where it belonged.

Bracing my forearm over the delicate arches of his collarbones, I bent him nearly in half as I leaned most of my weight on him.

“Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit oh fuck.”

I lips curled in a fierce snarl of satisfaction as Dusti’s stream of profanity got louder and louder and more desperate the faster and harder I fucked him.

His channel was a tight glove around my dick. I could feel him throbbing, his orgasm getting closer and closer.

His hands scrambled over any part of my body he could reach. Dragging through my hair. Clawing at my shoulders. Raking down my back. Marking me up with his need to come.

“Come on, angel. Come for me,” I begged. My own orgasm was barreling down on me like a runaway train; I needed Dusti to come. “You’ve gotta be close. I can feel that you’re close. Come for me, angel. Now.”

His eyes rolling back, Dusti threw back his head, arching his neck. His fingers latched onto a handful of my hair, yanking on it so hard that he probably pulled some of it out. Meanwhile, his hole clenched tight around my cock, his channel pulsing as wave after wave of cum erupted from his cock. Trapped between our bodies, his cum had nowhere else to go other than smeared all across both of our chests.

“Benny. Benny. Oh, Benny. My Benny.”

As I knew it would, his orgasm triggered my own. My cock was hard as steel and my cum shot out of me in wondrously painful, throbbing spurts. It seemed unending, but when it was finally over, the haze of my climax cleared and I emerged to find Dusti sweetly stroking my sweaty hair and cooing soft nonsense to me.

Lifting my head off his shoulder, I pressed my lips to his sweat-damp skin. I brushed another kiss to a spot about an inch to the left. Another spot, another kiss. Incrementally making my way up to his mouth, my lips drifted across his shoulder, to the tender hollow of his throat, over and around the jut of his Adam’s apple, and up to the soft, delicate skin on the underside of his chin. Each inch gained earned me a sweet, light giggle from Dusti.

The discovery of another ticklish spot close to the hinge of his jaw ended my kissing journey. Dusti pulled my head away from his skin, angling it so that my face was tilted up toward him.

“Hi,” he said, a big, beautiful smile lighting up his face.

“Hi,” I replied, a matching grin stretching my mouth.

Pulling my face even closer to his, Dusti craned his neck to bring our mouths together in a slow, nibbling kiss. One led to two, which led to three. Until, after one last teasing lick, Dusti slid his mouth away from mine.

As much as I didn’t want to leave his arms, we were both coated in cooling cum and I needed to take care of the condom. Mindful that he might be a bit sore, I carefully eased my dick from his hole, kissing the tip of his nose in apology when he winced.

“Sorry,” I said, sitting back on my haunches and efficiently stripping the condom from my dick. “It wasn’t too rough, was it?”

“No, not at all,” Dusti replied. Although he winced again as he shifted out of the wet spot, moving farther up on the bed to recline against the headboard. “It was perfect.”

Tying off the condom, I dropped it to the floor, hoping that one of us would remember to take care of it before it got lost among all the other clutter of his room.

“Do you want to go get cleaned up now or…” I asked.

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