Page 78 of Gym Bros
He drops my panties onto my abs and sits up, abandoning my throbbing dick and clenching hole. Reaching into his back pocket, he extracts his wallet, opens it, pulls out a condom and checks the date on it.
He chuckles. “Expires tomorrow.”
“Perfect,” I sigh, reaching for him.
He bats my hands away and I suck my fingers into my mouthinstead. He’s busy taking off his shoes, jeans, and underwear—so much so that he doesn’t notice what I’m doing until he looks down to find me with two fingers in my own hole, getting myself ready.
“Fuck,” he says. “Do you have lube?”
“Don’t need it,” I tell him.
Lube is nice and everything, but I can take a dick with some spit and a decent condom, which I can tell his is from the glisten of it as he rolls it on, gaze locked on my fingers.
“May I?” he asks.
I nod, staring at him through hooded eyes.
He gives his own fingers a long wet suck and then he’s back between my legs, his mouth sucking my cock and his even wetter fingers entering my hole.
I’m gonna fucking die.
“God, Samuel…that feels really good.”
He keeps adding spit and more spit to my hole between sucks until he’s finally satisfied with how wet I am, and then, with his fingers jammed inside, he bobs up and down on my dick until a ripple of heat rolls through my core, tenses my thighs and forces the cum from my balls. “Coming,” I gasp. My dick erupts in his mouth, and he drinks it down, his nose pressed against my pubic bone as pulse after pulse of my load shoots into him.
“Mm…” he growls, his tongue still moving on my crown, lapping up every drop.
Mindless and trembling with the orgasm, my eyes shut as I let out a long groan.
Pulling off, he kisses my thigh again, “Can I?”
“Yes, fuck yes,” I say, relatively sure I know what I’m consenting to.
And yet, as he puts my legs on his shoulders and risesbetween my thighs, I am thoroughly unprepared for him to ease his cock into my hole so nicely.
“Ah…” The sound is high and light in contrast to his low groan of “Fffuuucckkk.”
It’s tight—he’s big, and I’m little, and still, he’s so goddamn gentle, I think I might lose my mind. More. Again. Whatever.
His hands slide up and down my legs before abandoning them and roaming up my chest to wrap lightly around my throat. He bends me in half, my shins hit the arm of the couch, and he kisses me.
“This is all I’ve been thinking about since you showed me plow,” he murmurs against my mouth as he slides balls deep into my ass.
Oh my god.
This.This is why spit beats half a bottle of lube for me any day of the week. I can feel fuckingeverything.
I stare at him, shocked and overwhelmed. I almost want to—laugh.
His grin is so wildly sexy, and I’m just gaping at him, unable to process what I’m feeling. Excitement? Arousal? Amusement? Fun? Is thisfun?
Since when has sexeverbeen fun?
He kisses me again, and I decide to table that topic for later. Wrapping my arms around his broad, muscular back, I fuck his gently moving cock until it’s not so gentle anymore, and I’m groaning with every thrust.
I forgot to say earlier how much I love my prostate, too.
God I’m fucking obsessed with it right now and what Samuel’s cock is doing to it. Wouldn’t trade it for anything.
