Page 58 of Lost Boy
Idon’t even know why I say it. It’s ridiculous, and Fallon’s wide eyes make me question whether I should go this far with him right now. But I just had my fingers in his ass and my mouth on his cock, so I don’t think it’s too far a stretch to come on his asshole.
I pull my cock out of my underwear and press the blunt head to his shiny, red hole. He looks tender and slightly open, and it takes everything in me not to surge forward and just cram myself in there. But I’d never hurt him, and he’s definitely not ready.
“You know I’ve never been with anyone, so you trust me, right?” There’s an unspoken question there that I know he picks up on. We’re both virgins, so I’m skipping the condom and coming on his ass.
“I trust you, Ryder.” His eyes are sincere, and his words are impassioned. My stomach flips knowing he has such wholehearted trust in me. I don’t take his words lightly. Not at all. Not after everything he’s been through, and when I’m sure I don’t even know the half of it.
My eyes blaze with heat, scorching a trail along his body as I devour him. “Flip over,” I command, and he scrambles to release his legs and roll over.
He lays flat, so I reach under, grabbing his hips and lifting, causing him to grunt at the manhandling. I press one hand between his shoulder blades.
“Keep your shoulders down and your ass in the air for me, baby.” I don’t know why the endearment slips out again, but it sounds right. Sounds perfect, actually.
Fallon obeys, spreading his legs so I can crawl in between. I squirt more lube in my hand and stroke myself as I rub my dick up and down his crease and over his slightly swollen pucker. I can’t wait to see what his hole looks like after I fuck him. But no matter how badly I want that, it can’t happen tonight. He’s not ready.
I stroke faster. My stomach is coiling tight, the pressure building.
“Stick it in. Fuck me, Ry. I want you to.” Fallon arches his back, opening his hole up even more. The tip of my cockhead just barely breaches him, and he cries out. I stay on pace, holding steady, and jerk myself off against his tender hole. It takes absolutely everything in me not to surge forward and impale him on all my nine-plus inches.
“I wanna fuck you so badly,” I grit out. “So badly.”
“Do it,” he whines, but we’re both still drunk, and I’m not hurting him.
“Not. Tonight.” I press down harder on his shoulder blades, forcing his smaller body to bend to my will even more. His ass tips up further, and I trail my hand down his back, caressing his hip and pale cheeks. I run my thumb along his taint and continue my assault against his hole.
“Ryyy,” he whines again and shifts slightly, and I hear the telltale sign of jerking off as he begins to stroke himself.
“Gonna come,” I warn, then move my thumb to press into his asshole slightly, tugging it open a little more as I shoot my load. I keep my head against his opening, grunting as I attempt to fill him up without actually penetrating him.
Fallon is a shaking, shivering mess as I pull my spent cock away. His asshole is even redder now, puffy and sore, and my cum oozes out of him, dripping down his crease. I scoop it up with two fingers and stuff it back in.
“Ungh!Oh fuck!” He continues to stroke his dick while I finger his ass. It doesn’t take long until his muscles squeeze my fingers like a vise, and he comesagain.
As soon as he finishes, I slip my fingers out and take a second to admire the utter mess I just made of him. I squeeze his cheeks and push them together before spreading them again.
Fallon lets his hips fall to the bed, lying in his own spunk. “Uhh. No more. Too sensitive.”
I chuckle. “Let’s hop in the bathroom. We need to clean you up.”
“I’ve got it.” Fallon jumps up, wincing slightly, and my brow creases in concern.
He wraps the sheet around his waist and scurries to the bathroom, the shower turning on right after.
Fuck.
I hope he’s not shutting down again.
* * *
I wake to the overpowering smell of bacon and groan, realizing we passed out at Cole’s last night after getting really, really freaky. Shit. I guess I get a little dirty when I’m drinking.
My stomach turns at the thought of Cole’s breakfast hangover special of three packs of bacon, two pounds of sausage, and plain toast. His house is going to smell like grease for a week.
I nuzzle further into my pillow and Fallon. After he came back from the bathroom last night, I took my turn. By the time I came back, he was passed out.
A loud knock on the bedroom door startles both of us, making me roll away from Fallon quickly. “Breakfast of champions in five! Let’s go, boys! Time to eat and rally!” Cole shouts way too loud for first thing in the morning.
By the time Fallon is fully awake and registers his surroundings, I’m back on my side of the bed and settled innocuously.
