Page 37 of His Every Move

“You can come inside me. Give me your load, baby.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm,” Benji said, his tone tinged in something close to desperation. He was pleading for my cum. Holy shit, could this man get any hotter?

“Ride me, Benji. Milk this load out of me.”

He dropped his head back and rubbed his pebbled nipples. I lay back and let him ride me, let him use my dick like a toy. I hadn’t been exaggerating when I said his ass felt like heaven. It was nearly overwhelming how good it felt. I enjoyed topping a little more than I enjoyed bottoming, but I didn’t think I’d ever fucked someone and had it feel this good.

“Bounce on it,” I urged. I started to match his grunts, wishing this moment would never end but knowing that it was extremely close to the finish line.

I wasn’t going to last much longer. Not with this stud fucking me the way he was.

Benji started to speed up. He was getting close, too. I could tell by the way his balls tightened, how he started to jerk himself off, how the grunts and groans turned animalistic.

“Do it,” I said. “Cover me in cum.”

“You want it?”

“Yes. Do it, fuck yeah.”

Benji didn’t appear to need any more encouragement. He let out a chesty grunt and stilled on top of me as he came. The first shot smacked my chin, the sticky, hot cum dripping down. I smiled as more hit my chest, then my belly. His entire body convulsed, his hole gripping my cock. I gave one more thrust and fell over the edge.

“Holy fuck,” I exclaimed as I emptied inside him. The orgasm felt strong enough to crack the crust of the Earth. I wasn’t sure if I had astral projected for a moment, floating above my own body and watching me melt back into the mattress.

“Goddamn,” Benji said, slowly pulling himself off me before we collapsed onto the bed. The music from the party still thumped through the walls. I stared up at the ceiling. Questions started to filter into focus.

What were the actual chances of us meeting like this?

Why hadn’t he just introduced himself from the start?

Was I making a mistake by being here?

Damn. Post-nut clarity was a real bitch.

“Benji… Fuck, that was good.” I didn’t have it in me to ask anything probing. Not right now. I just wanted to bask in the soft glow of the room and the warm sensations flowing through every muscle in my body.

“Glad I bumped into you tonight.”

“Same,” I repeated.

…

“Have you been to these parties before?” I asked. Slightly probing but nothing too intense. I didn’t have to be interrogating the guy because I had an ever-present cloud of paranoia hanging over me.

“This one’s my first one.”

“Think it’ll be your last?”

“Not if I can have this much fun every time. You?”

I tilted my head. We rested on the same pillow, our faces only inches apart. We’d been one single entity only minutes before, and yet, somehow, this felt more intimate than anything we’d done all night. I could see details in his face I hadn’t even noticed before.

A birthmark next to his left eye.

A tiny scar on his right cheek.

“Same. Maybe we can plan to meet next time.”

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