Page 77 of Still Bruised
It took a few minutes for Jude to feel Foster’s cum leaking out of him. He realized he hadn’t put a condom on Foster before climbing on.
He never forgot a condom.
Never.
Foster slowly pulled out and rolled beside him onto the bed. Euphoria wrapped itself around Jude. He was so blissed out that he didn’t even care about the condom, or lack thereof. Later, when his brain cleared, he’d likely freak the fuck out.
Foster had bred him.
And it had been amazing.
They lay, silent, dragging air into their lungs. After they’d both breathed regularly, the silence stretched. There was a comfort to it he hadn’t expected. He almost wished they could lay there forever in the afterglow.
“You kind of looked out of it there for a bit. I was scared I was hurting you,” Foster said, his voice low.
“I think…” Jude shuddered. “I think I had an anal orgasm.”
“There’s different orgasms?” Foster asked.
Jude chuckled. “You’ve never heard of a prostate orgasm?”
“I’ve heard of prostatemilking,”Foster said.
“Milking is massage. Massage can lead to orgasm,” Jude mumbled.
“I was massaging yours?”
“At that angle, that big dick of yours kept rubbing up against it, so…” He rolled his head to the side and looked into Foster’s eyes. “I’ve always wanted to experience one but wasn’t sure I ever would. Some guys can’t.”
“How did it feel?”
“I don’t know if I can put it into words,” Jude said before scrubbing his face with both hands. He dropped them to his chest and stared up at the ceiling, struggling to hold Foster’s intense stare. “A regular orgasm is rooted in your core, centered around your dick. This was like…everywhere. And it came in waves, one after the other. It lasted for a long time, too.”
Jude’s thighs trembled with another aftershock. A gasp escaped him, his body still sensitive from the experience. It had almost been too much.
“Do I get extra points for giving you one of those?”
“Don’t push your luck,” Jude muttered, his lids growing heavy. He closed his eyes, exhaustion taking root.
The bed dipped beside him. Jude lifted one lid and saw Foster cross the bedroom. He disappeared into the bathroom. Jude fought sleep, barely able to move. His lid fell closed again. When he reopened them, Foster was wiping cum and lube off him.
“You don’t have to d—” Jude stopped talking. He was too tired to do it himself, so let Foster work off a little more debt.
After Foster cleaned him up, he peeled back the bedding and dragged Jude under them.
“Do you need me to set your alarm?”
“Already set,” Jude mumbled, his eyes unable to remain open a second longer.
He snuggled under the covers, riding the edge of sleep. The next time his eyes opened, the sky was pale gray outside, and he was alone. Jude frowned, confused by the disappointment when he realized Foster wasn’t in his bed.
He’d said there would be no sleeping over, and Foster had followed the rules.
Hisfucking rules.
Jude rolled to his side, his body deliciously sore, and tried to get a few more minutes sleep. But his eyes popped open, suddenly remembering his mistake from the night before. He’d ridden Foster without protection. Searching for his phone, he noticed his alarm was three minutes away. Before he got up for his shower, he sent a quick text to Foster.
They needed to deal with their little problem before the next payment.
