Page 102 of Lost Boy
I slip my fingers out, and he cries at the loss. “Shh. It’s okay. C’mere.”
I flop onto the bean bag, lying on my back. I grab Fallon’s hand. “Straddle me. I want you to ride me.”
“I don’t know about this, Ry.” He looks shy and self-conscious. That won’t do.
“You’ll be in control this way. How deep and how fast you take me for your first time. Try it?”
He chews on his lip before nodding and swinging a leg over my hips. I squirt more lube into my hand and stroke myself. I know his ass is open and ready. He just needs to relax and not tense up.
I grip the base of my cock, holding it steady. “Lower yourself slowly. Once you get past the initial stretch, I’ll glide right in and fill you up. It’ll feel so fucking good. I promise.”
Fallon braces his smaller hands against my chest, pressing on my nipples deliciously as he leans his weight on me. I grab his hip, helping guide him, holding my dick with my other.
“Relax and just sit down on my cock. Let me in.” My head presses against his open hole, slipping in slightly, and I can already feel the tight grip.
Fallon whimpers but doesn’t say anything. His body is trying to pull me in, so I flex my hips, giving the gentlest counterpressure. I slip past that first ring of muscle, causing him to cry out and squeeze his eyes shut tightly. I pause, not going further than an inch or two.
It’s fucking torture.
“You okay, Blue?” I grit out, trying to hold steady and not plow into him. I’d never hurt him.
“Y-yeah. Give me some more. I’m ready. I can take it.”
Fuck. That’s so sexy.
He sinks down fully as I push up until I’m fully bottomed out, and we both groan loudly. His dick is rock hard and leaking between us where he sits on my lap, impaled on my length. My brain short-circuits at the sight of him.
He presses his weight on my pecs, using his upper body strength to lift up and sink down repeatedly onto my cock. I bend my knees, press my feet against the floor, and thrust up into him.
The beans crunch beneath us as our bodies slap together and grunts fill the air. He rolls his hips and grinds into me on every other thrust in a surprisingly sensual move. Then he pinches my nipples, abusing them into tight little buds as I pound into him.
Oh. My. God.
Fuck!
“Shit. Shit. Shit,” I chant. I can’t come this soon, I can’t.
I lift Fallon, pulling out quickly, causing him to whimper. I flip us so that he’s on his stomach.
I tap the side of his thigh. “Bend your knee to the side a little, and tip your ass up for me.” Fallon struggles to get to his elbows, sinking into the giant bean bag. I lean over and whisper into his ear, nibbling at it. “Just lie down. Okay? I got you, now. It's your turn to relax.”
I grab the little bottle from the ground and spread his cheeks, squirting more lube directly onto his open, slightly puffy hole.
Shit.I did that. Stretched him open with my dick.
That is so fucking hot.
I use my finger to rub it around his rim and then slip it inside, causing him to moan and arch his back more, sticking his ass out even further. I need my dick back in there immediately.
I remove my finger and press the head of my cock back to him, pushing forward in one solid thrust. Fallon cries out, gripping the fabric above his head, and I freeze.
“Shit. I’m so sorry. You okay, Blue?”
His chest is heaving as he presses his face to the soft bean bag.
“I’m fine,” he rasps out, voice rough like he just woke up. “I just need a minute.”
“You sure?” My dick is pulsing, my nuts begging to bust, but I’d never move if it caused him pain.
