Page 11 of Ours
Cory yelped when the head of Nic’s cock breached the ring of his ass, quickly clamping his hand over his mouth to try and block the offending sound. Nic held still, allowing the boy to get used to the new stretch in his hole. Once he felt him relax enough, he began to push forward farther, getting Cory past the first few inches.
Goddammit, that’s a big cock. This was a terrible idea. He’s going to destroy my poor hole by the time the night is over.Cory’s thoughts ran wild as he felt his ass being split open.
“Breathe, boy,” Nic reminded him with an order.
Cory let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He focused on his breathing and leveled it out, relaxing his ass in spite of the pain. As he relaxed, Nic pushed more until he was almost five inches inside of Cory.
“More than halfway there, boy.” Nic spoke to Cory with almost a sense of pride in his voice. “That’s deeper than my fingers went. Just a few more inches. You’re doing great.”
Cory gave what could best be described as a Charlie Brown smile, happy to receive the praise but unable to ignore the fact that his ass was on fire. Nic went still again as he waited for Cory to relax, watching his face for emotion. He could be patient when he wanted.
Now that he was most of the way inside, Nic was able to start thrusting. Pulling back by only an inch at first, Nic began to very slowly fuck Cory. Just like with his mouth, each time Nic pushed in, he would go a little faster and deeper. The more Cory relaxed, the easier it was to angle his thrusts.
As Cory relaxed, he started to feel things other than just the pain and burn of the stretch in his ass. The main thing he was feeling was full, but eventually Nic’s cock began to hit the right spots inside of him. As Nic made longer and longer thrusts, his cock would scrape over his prostate, causing Cory to groan, and as Nic got faster, Cory’s moans became more frequent.
“Fuck, dude,” Derek said as he watched the scene from behind the couch. “He’s fucking loving it.”
Cory’s eyes were closed, his hands grabbing wildly at the sheets on the mattress, a constant litany of moans and groans spilling from his mouth. The faster Nic moved, the harder it was to concentrate on anything else. Good thing that was all he needed to do.
“And I’m not even all the way inside him yet. I told you this was a great fucking idea!” Nic happily exclaimed as he continued to fuck most of his cock in and out of his best friend. Seeing the state Cory was in, Nic was done with the warm up and ready to really get this fuck started. On his next few thrusts, he closed the gap between his hips and Cory’s ass, finally bottoming out inside of him. “That’s it, boy. That’s everything.”
Cory could feel the scrape of Nic’s pubic hair against his ass and thighs. He felt so full, which made sense seeing as he had a solid seven inches of cock in his ass. His hole still burned slightly as it stretched around Nic. He kept opening his mouth to talk, but whenever he did, he had no idea what he was trying to say. His foot twitched on Nic’s shoulder, a reflex from some muscle he didn’t know was being stretched.
“Nnngghh…” Cory whined as he looked up to Nic, unsure of what he was trying to ask for.
Nic watched the storm of emotions cross Cory’s face. It was one of the only things distracting him from just how tight the boy was. Fuck, it was way tighter than any of the girls he’d been with. Well, except maybe Molly Paterson. She let him try anal—and taught him how to stretch her out first. This was at least as tight as that, if not a little tighter. Cory’s hole was twitching wildly around his cock, squeezing him almost rhythmically as the boy was trying to simultaneously relax and expel the thick intruder. He didn’t have a hair trigger, but still, he wasn’t taking any chances.
Nic waited until Cory’s breath was calm, his hands and feet no longer scrabbling and twitching, before he returned to moving his cock in and out of the boy’s ass. Most of his hole was nicely relaxed by now, but Nic still only pulled back a couple of inches at a time, slowly, before pushing back in. As his hips met Cory’s ass, a very low, half-whine/half-moan escaped from Cory’s mouth. Seemingly involuntary, the moans only grew as Nic’s thrusts became longer and faster.
“Fuck,” Derek said from his spot behind the couch, “he’s really getting into it.”
“Yeah…” Nic trailed off, only half-listening.
He was far more interested in what was happening underneath him, what he was doing. He could see what Cory was feeling with every stroke of his cock. As he pulled his cock back, he could see, could feel Cory relax, until he was left with barely a few inches inside, almost gasping as he inhaled. That same breath would then be expelled as Nic drove his cock back inside in the form of a moan, punctuated with a slap as their skin met.
Nic watched the process repeat like clockwork, only changing the speed of his thrusts as he watched Cory’s eyes. At times they were hazy and unfocused, looking up at the ceiling like it wasn’t there, overwhelmed. At other times, his eyes were locked on Nic’s, a silent plea to continue making him feel the amazing things he was feeling. And Nic had no intention of stopping.
He did want to change positions though. His thighs were getting tired from being spread the way they were, and it wasn’t great for picking up speed either. Grabbing Cory by the backsof his knees, he pressed his thighs back, his athletic body easily bending Cory’s into the position he wanted. Moving his knees together, he knelt over his friend as he held his thighs spread wide. Looking down, he could see where his cock met Cory’s hole, just below the pouch of the jockstrap.
“Get ready, boy.” His eyes flashed darkly. “This is what it’s like to really get fucked.”Slap.
“Aaahh!” The first thrust already drew an increased reaction from Cory.
Nic wasted no time as he pounded his friend’s ass for the first of many times. He was still watching Cory for what he was feeling but was moving far too fast now to pick out any one emotion from the storm that raged on the boy’s face. He was moaning and whining, making unintelligible noises and pleas, half-aborted “mores” and “stops.”
“Holy fuck, Nic.” Derek was in awe. They’d seen each other fuck before (no homo); neither of them was a slouch in bed, but no girl had ever reacted the way Cory was. “Fucking wreck him.”
I don’t think he had any intention of stopping, Derek.Cory looked up at the thing closest to him—Nic. Using gravity to his advantage, Nic was continuously driving his hips down and forward into Cory. He was starting to sweat, holding his pace and speed as steady as he was. Cory watched as the sweat began to pool, rolling down his neck and chest. Without thinking he reached out, drawing his hand across Nic’s muscular chest and stomach.
They watched each other as Cory continued to feel up Nic’s front as he fucked him. While Cory looked up in awe, Nic’s look was one of hunger and possession. He would remember later that this was exactly how he and Derek had planned for this to happen, that it was their goal to fuck Cory so hard, so good, that it would cement in Cory’s mind the desire to serve and worshipthem. But for the time being, Nic wasn’t thinking about anything except his need to fuck. He needed more.
He let go of Cory’s thighs, allowing his legs to fall back against Nic’s chest and shoulders. Letting them drop to his elbows, Nic bent Cory almost in two, lifting his ass off the mattress as he positioned himself over Cory. Cock never leaving his ass for more than a few inches, Nic began to powerfuck down into Cory, fucking him missionary as he had so many of his exes. Their faces only inches apart, Cory couldn’t hold back anything he was feeling even if he tried.
Every time Nic’s cock scraped over his prostate, Cory saw stars. It was like every muscle in his body was having a spasm, and he couldn’t decide if he wanted more or for it to stop. Each time he felt Nic slap against his ass, more sounds would come out. The groans and moans growing louder and closer drove Nic to fuck him harder and faster. Cory could only lay there and take it, a never-ending litany of “fucks” and “sirs” spilling out of his mouth alongside his noises of pleasure.
“Fucking take it,” Nic growled in Cory’s face. “Take that fucking cock, bitch.”
Nic was pretty sure he heard a “yes sir” somewhere in there. He was getting closer to cumming, to filling his best friend with his load. His thrusts became more frantic and erratic, and he dropped his bodyweight almost entirely onto Cory. Releasing his legs, Cory struggled to wrap them around his waist as Nic covered his body. Nic’s skin pressed to his, he could feel the scrape of the weekend’s stubble against his neck.
