Page 63 of The Bro Date
I start to move my finger, slowly pushing it further before pulling back and adding a second. Hissing at the stretch, I reach down and give my cock a tug, adding pleasure to the full andsomewhat uncomfortable feeling in my ass. But as my body relaxes and loosens up, I start to enjoy it more and more.
“Another, baby. This toy is a lot bigger than your fingers. I wanna see you stretch yourself.”
I add a third finger, practically howling as I stretch my body to its limits and push through the slight sting of pain.
“Holy fucking shit,” Shane murmurs in awe as I slowly push three fingers all the way inside my ass until only my thumb and pinky are sticking out. I pause, tipping my head back while I stroke my cock faster until my thighs shake, and I can barely hold them up.
Shane stands up, pushing my legs even farther back and holding them for me. The new angle causes me to hit some sort of magical button inside my ass, and I cry out, painting my stomach and chest with my cum.
I very carefully slip my fingers out, whimpering at the loss of fullness.
Shane keeps my legs pushed back, and I can feel his eyes glued to my body. “Fuck, butterfly. Your hole is stretched so beautifully and still pulsing. Let me do the next part?”
“Please,” I pant, my chest heaving and my cock already excited again. The mere thought of Shane fucking me with my new dildo has my brain misfiring and incapable of words.
My secret fantasy is about to come true.
He grabs the dildo and drizzles lube all over it, then squirts more on my open hole. The cool liquid feels nice against my sensitive flesh. “Ready?” he asks, and I nod, locking eyes with him as he presses the large, blunt head of the toy to my opening. “Breathe in,” he says, and I listen, taking a big lungful of oxygen. “Now out.” As soon as the air begins to leave my lungs, Shane pushes the dildo into me. “Bear down,” he encourages, and the toy pushes past the tight ring of muscle. The oddest noise leavesmy throat, like when you try to scream after expelling all the air in your lungs.
Shane pauses for a moment, allowing me to catch my breath before he continues the intrusion. He keeps going until my new toy is fully inside me, filling me up and stretching me to the max. “You okay? Doesn’t hurt?”
I shake my head frantically. “So full,” I moan.
He traces a finger around my rim, tickling the sensitive flesh. “I wish you could see how fucking sexy you are. All stretched out and loose for me.”
Oh God.
I wish I could see it too.
I’m not going to last.
Shane starts moving the toy, pushing and pulling it inside my ass.
“Shane,” I whine, unsure what I’m even asking for as he continues to peg my prostate with the soft, silicone toy.
He reaches over, not breaking his rhythm, and grabs something from the nightstand. The toy in my ass suddenly comes to life, vibrating intensely and tickling my new favorite spot.
“Unghhh!” I cry out, my voice shaking as he cycles through the different modes. I forgot it had a remote control and a million settings. I need to thank Tate later because I’m hanging on by a thread, and I never want this sensation to end.
I can’t even imagine how good it would feel if Shane actually fucked me.
The mere thought of my best friend pulling out the toy and fucking me has a flood of precum oozing out of my slit and dripping onto my abdomen.
“Gonna come,” I grunt, my body shaking with the force of Shane fucking me with the vibrating toy.
“Do it,” he demands, leaning down and swallowing my cockhead.
The high-pitched squeal that leaves my throat would normally embarrass me, but I’m too far gone to care. The dual sensation of my ass being filled and my cock being sucked has me instantly exploding. Shane sucks me through my orgasm until the final wave rocks me.
“Holy fucking shit,” I murmur, wincing when Shane turns off the toy and slowly slips it out.
That was intense and incredible and ten times better than the fantasy in my head.
I’ve never come that hard in my life, and I can feel my hole pulsing with aftershocks. I’m definitely going to be sore tomorrow, but I don’t even care.I want to remember this feeling forever.
“What about you?” I ask, glancing down at the large tent in his pants.
“I’ll be fine,” he lies, pressing the heel of his palm into his hard-on and grimacing.
