Page 5 of Hot Rucking Canadian

Jeans, underwear, and T-shirt all dropped haphazardly to the floor. Socks yanked off. Then I pulled back my comforter and crawled onto the king bed. With my size, I didn’t have much chance at dignity.

Mama always told me Dad had been a big guy and that I’d taken after him. In fact, she reckoned I was even bigger. I never asked about him. A painful divorce when I was three had left her hurting in ways I saw clearer now that I was an adult.

“Uh, do you want me on my front or my back?” I didn’t really have a preference. Well, except I kinda liked looking a guy in the eyes when he came. With strangers? I didn’t care one way or the other. Not really.

“You comfortable on your front?”

Does he mean because of my size or some psychological thing?“I’m fine that way.”

“Great. I’m going to prep you.”

My semi plumped nicely at that idea.

“And it’s going to be good.”

I offered what I thought of as my cocky grin. “I’m counting on it.”

Chapter Three

Travis

Marshmallow lying on his front, with his glorious ass sticking in the air, was truly a sight to behold.

Slowly—deliberately—I removed my clothes. Making sure each item made a noise as it landed on his hardwood floor. Well, I put my phone on his chest of drawers, but everything else wound up in a heap on the ground.

He hadn’t appeared to mind with his own things. Although maybe he’d just been in a rush.

I like that idea.

After snagging a condom and the bottle of lube, I positioned myself on the bed behind him. I gave myself a couple of tugs and donned the rubber. Then I coated my fingers and started to work him open.

He was tight, which I liked, but slowly—under my gentle ministrations—he began to open for me.

“That’s it. Just keep breathing. You like this?” I brushed my finger lightly over his prostate.

He moaned. “Yes, God, that.”

I love when they includeGodin their pleasure.Something very naughty about that.

“Please.”

Oh, I loved it even more when they begged.

Deciding I’d played enough, I slid my fingers from him.

He groaned.

I slicked up my cock and positioned myself. “You ready?”

He nodded frantically.

I pressed in. Usually, with a stranger, I took things easy. Got to know the guy’s body a bit.

Marshmallow’s entire being begged to be taken. Like he was made for my cock.

Once fully seated, I withdrew and thrust.

He let out an inarticulate gasp.

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