Page 28 of It Starts With Summer

I tightened my grip on the firm flesh, sinking my fingers in.“It’s very satisfying.”

He pressed his cock more firmly against my leg.“Well, in that case, you can play with my ass any goddamn time you feel like it.Consider this your free ass pass.”

A startled laugh burst from me, and he grinned wickedly, wiggling his ass against my hand.His hand wandered lower until it wrapped around my throbbing cock.He smoothed his thumb over my slit, spreading pre-cum around the head of my cock.My eyes widened as pleasure shot through my nerve-endings.I bit back a moan.

I moaned, torn between giving into the delicious sensations he was creating and holding onto the last vestiges of the sleepy comfort of touching him.

As his fingers continued their skillful exploration, I lost myself in the delicious sensations.My thoughts began to drift away, replaced by an overwhelming need to feel more of him, to explore the depths of this newfound attraction.I continued to palm and stroke his ass, playing with him, enjoying him.

“Put your fingers in my crack, Ravi,” he begged, rutting against my thigh.

Feeling emboldened by his words, I adjusted my grip on his ass, sliding my fingers between the firm globes of muscle and touching the smooth, warm skin in the delicious crevice between them.Curious, I circled the little hole nestled between his cheeks with my index finger, watching his body react.

“Do you want to fuck me there?To stick your cock inside me?”he asked, stroking my cock faster.“It’ll feel so tight.”

“I’m not sure,” I said.Anal sex was a bit of a conundrum to me, both taboo and tempting.

"You can, but you don't have to."

“Do you like that?Does it feel good to you?”I couldn’t contain my curiosity as I pressed a finger a little more firmly against his hole, and he whimpered.“In the book, some of the guys are desperate for it, but I can’t understand how it would feel good.”

He bit his bottom lip.“It feels… full, heavy, and right.The hole itself is sensitive, full of nerve-endings, and from inside, a guy can touch your prostate in the most delicious way.And there’s an emotional component, too, of having the man you’re into buried deep inside you, dominating you, using you.”

My cock twitched.“Is that why you enjoy sucking guys off?”

He smiled, stroking his hand back down my cock.“Yes.Knowing a guy is getting off from what I’m doing with my mouth is a massive turn-on, though there’s a tactile element to that, too.It feels good to have you throbbing against my lips.You’re so silky, hard and soft mixed together.And I love the taste, love knowing a man is losing control because of me.”

“There’s so much to explore.”I dragged my hand down to his balls, cupping and rolling them, watching his response like I was a scientist in the middle of an experiment.The Parker Layton experiment.Next, I slid my hand up his shaft, feeling the silky texture.I loved the way it twitched, rising to meet me as I teased his shaft with gentle strokes.Was I ready to taste him?I wasn’t sure.

I knew I wasn’t ready for sex, but touching his hole was doable, and I wanted to please him.His bed was close enough to my dresser that I could reach the drawer I kept my lube in.Stretching, I dug around in the drawer until I’d found it.I carefully spread some over my middle finger, then pressed it firmly against his hole, coaxing it open.He felt tight and smooth — a tiny round circle of muscle that gradually relaxed to allow me inside.

When I broke through his sphincter, Parker whimpered, his hips wiggling against my touch.His hole felt delicious, hugging my finger perfectly.I groaned as I thought of how that would feel around my cock.

“Ah, that’s it…” Parker sighed, his eyes fluttering closed.His hand stilled on my cock and he let out a shaky breath.“Thank you.”

“Are you… like, do you like your hole to be fucked, or do you do the fucking?”I asked, not sure what the word was.

“I’m not a bottom, if that’s what you’re asking,” he murmured softly, his body shaking as I moved my finger, exploring inside him a little.I liked how he felt, and I knew at once that I’d be spending a lot of time with a finger stuffed inside Parker Layton.

“But you like this?”

“Yes.I enjoy bottoming.I’m versatile.Most people say vers.”He chuckled.“I want your cock in me so bad, Rav.You don’t understand.”

“If it’s okay, I’m not sure I’m ready for that, but I think enjoy putting my finger inside you,” I said.“It’s sexy, touching you this intimately, exploring your insides.”

He smiled, reaching back and holding my hand where it was, sighing for a moment as we snuggled there — his hand on my cock, my finger inside him.“There’s no rush.I like your finger inside me, too.Now, give me a dollop of that lube.I’ll give you the best hand job of your life.”I did as he asked, groaning as he ran his slick hand down my length, tightening his fingers around me until he found the perfect pressure that I could imagine I was inside him.

“Ravi…” Parker spoke my name like a prayer, his fingers tightening around me with each stroke.I slipped another finger inside him and held him there, my two middle fingers buried deep, the rest of my hand digging into the soft flesh of his ass as I held him close.I’d trapped him.Anywhere he moved, he either pressed closer against the slick spot his cock was making on my thigh or pressed my fingers deeper into his hole.And I liked it like that.

“My baby looks so pretty when he loses control.”I moved my fingers faster, and he groaned, his hand tightening on my cock as his body started to jerk against mine.

I wanted to find other ways to trap him in pleasure — maybe I’d sit with my cock deep inside him, his body forced against mine as I stroked his shaft, teasing him every time he tried to bounce on top of me.

“Oh fuck, you’re going to make me nut,” he whimpered.

I couldn’t do anything but moan an affirmative sound as his hand sped up, coaxing the familiar pressure closer to the surface.I curled my fingers, exploring his insides, finding the spots that made him buck and groan.Our breathing grew heavy, our movements becoming more frantic as we neared the edge of ecstasy.I cupped his jaw and kissed him roughly, swallowing his moans as I tapped the spot deep inside him that made him squirm.

“Oh, fuck.”His voice was strained with desperation, his pupils blown out as he stared up at me, his cock pulsing a slick, warm load of cum all over my hip.His insides fluttered around my fingers, and I continued to hold him there as I came, his body pumping against mine with the last shuddering breaths of his orgasm.I followed him over the edge, my cock making a mess of his hand and my stomach.

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