Page 77 of Single Teddy
Yeah, this was definitely a dream. A dream I didn’t want to wake from.
I kissed him again, slipping my tongue into his mouth and getting busy with that for a minute, hoping it would relax me more down there, and it wasn’t until he groaned and it rang through my body like an earthquake that I realized I was fully sitting on him.
“Fuck,” he groaned, and his eyes rolled back.
Mine would too, but I was too busy marveling at his face and the fact that he was buried deep within me.
I sat up and made circular moves with my hips as he took me from top to bottom with a hunger that only got stronger and bigger the more he watched me.
I’d been with chubby chasers and people who only saw me as a fetish to tick off their list, and I’d been with people who clearly didn’t like me but wanted a good lay. I could tell from looking at Teddy, from feeling him, from being with him, that he was neither of the two.
He didn’t see me as a piece of meat or a human Fleshlight to get off. He was taking as much pleasure from watching me tease him with release as I took from having all of him inside me. I’d be damned if that didn’t make me even more desperate for release, and my cock wasn’t even hard anymore. But Teddy gave myprostate a workout like never before, and I could come from him fucking me alone.
“You feel so good,” he cried, closing his eyes for a moment, and that moment felt like ages while I was lost.
Thankfully, he opened them again, and I felt right at home. Which was a dangerous realization because it meant I wanted more of him than he could probably give me, but I couldn’t…
No, I couldn’t care about that right now.
“If only you could feel how ,” I told him and pressed both hands on his chest so that I could bounce on him.
He held on to me, on to my sides, my love handles, and I ground my hips back and forth on top of him, faster and faster, making his cock fill me like I’d never been filled and watched as his gaping mouth got bigger.
When I ran out of breath I collapsed on top of him, supporting myself with my hands on either side. I didn’t want to crush the guy, although something told me he could handle it.
“What happened to slow?” he asked, also out of breath and strained.
“Oops,” I smirked, and he burst out laughing.
But I moved my hips at the same time, and his laugh turned into an earth-shattering moan.
“You’re playing dirty, Mr. Crawford.”
I put my fingers on his lips and shook my head.
“Please don’t call me that. It’s too weird,” I said and chuckled.
“Okay,” he mumbled and bit my fingers. “Okay, Wesley.”
“Much better,” I said and started bouncing on him again.
I did it again and again, catching my breath in intervals, and I could tell how much closer to release I brought him with each round.
It was around the fifth—or was it the sixth?—round when something convulsed at the pit of my stomach, and the more I went on, the bigger it grew within me until it burst inside and I gasped for air as a wave of pleasure crawled through every square inch of my body.
I dropped on top of Teddy and breathed slow and hard, and he watched me, biting his lips and studying me like a work of art.
“You came before me. Not fair,” he said.
I sighed and looked down at my cock. It was still soft and dry as anything.
“I can come again.” I shrugged.
“What witchcraft is this? I need to know.”
I laughed.
“That…I think…was a prostate orgasm and you have the honor of being the first to make me experience it.”
