Page 11 of Endangered Species
Cyrus made a noise that sounded unintentional. “Christ, Nicky. I’m going to come in three seconds. You get that, right?”
Webster nodded. “Me too, but I just want to come with you inside me. Is that okay?”
“You’re joking, right?” Cyrus asked, a hint of humor in his voice.
“Then hurry up and get inside me.”
“Greedy,” Cy growled. There was a bit of fumbling, and then Cy’s slick finger was massaging his hole. Webster couldn’t wait; he wanted to feel Cy inside him. He pushed back on his finger, moaning at the slight discomfort that quickly faded into pleasure as his knuckle glanced Webster’s prostate. “Fuck, you’re so hot and tight inside,” Cy muttered against Webster’s throat as he basically rode his finger.
“Another. Give me another, please,” Webster whispered, moaning low when Cyrus complied and his body was forced to stretch to accommodate his invasion. Cy shifted Webster until he was half on his stomach, one leg canted forward. Webster realized Cy was watching his fingers disappear inside him, and he groaned. “I changed my mind, just fuck me.”
“You’re really fucking bossy,” Cy grumbled even as he slicked his dick and pressed it against his entrance.
The second the thick crown of Cy’s cock breached him, Webster hissed in pain, his hand shooting out to grip Cy’s meaty thigh, hoping it reminded him to go slow. That wasn’t a problem. Webster’s body made the decision for both of them, forcing Cy to catch Webster’s leg under the knee, lifting it so he could rock up into his body.
Webster had never been fucked in that position, spooned together, his back to Cyrus’s chest. It was weirdly intimate. Once more, his chest tightened, almost like he couldn’t breathe as Cyrus began to move within him.
Webster wrapped his hand around his own cock, moaning as he began to bounce back on Cy as he worked himself into his tightened fist. “Oh, fuck. God, you’re so big.”
“You’re so fucking tight,” Cy managed, his hand still convulsing around Webster’s throat in a way that he definitely didn’t hate.
Now that his body had adjusted, he wanted more. “You can go harder.”
Cy huffed out a surprised laugh against his ear. “Oh, can I?”
“Fuck. Shut up, and fuck me.” Webster meant it to sound harsh. Instead, it sounded more like begging than he wanted to admit, but, thank God, Cy seemed on board with it. He altered his angle slightly and lifted Webster’s leg to an almost painful stretch, but then he was drilling into him hard and fast, each blow glancing off his prostate until the noises coming out of Webster’s mouth would have been embarrassing if he could even form any thoughts other than “hnf” and “ah” and “Oh, God, don’t stop.”
This time, when Cy put a hand over Webster’s mouth, it was needed. He couldn’t stop himself from babbling as Cy fucked him. “Shh,” Cyrus said around an exasperated laugh. “I’ve got maybe another sixty seconds in me without those sexy fucking noises you’re making.”
It was too late for silence; Webster was coming hard, babbling behind Cy’s palm as he milked every last drop of cum from his dick.
“Oh, fuck,” was all Cyrus managed, and then he was following, gripping Webster to him tight enough to leave bruises as he filled him up, his whole body shaking with his release.
As soon as Cyrus’s hand slid free, Webster muttered, “Wow,” his chest rising and falling rapidly, both of their bodies slick with rapidly drying sweat and cum. Webster started to shiver, and Cy pulled the blanket up. “What are you doing?” he whispered.
“Covering you up. You’re freezing.”
“Aren’t you going back to your bunk?” Webster asked, realizing almost immediately how that sounded.
Cy laughed. “Damn, that’s cold, Nicky.”
“I just meant, if they catch you in my bunk, won’t we look a little too…cozy?”
“I’m not going to stay the night. Just give me a minute. I’ve never gotten to do this before.”
“Do what?” he whispered.
“Like, hold somebody after sex,” he said. “Not that I’ve had sex with anybody I’ve ever wanted to hold in here,” he added, almost as an afterthought.
“Were you a virgin when you got here?” Webster asked. “Not that it's any of my business.”
Cy laughed. “Nope. Remember Sarah McClintock?”
“My babysitter with the frizzy red hair and big boobs? You had sex with her?” Webster wasn’t sure why the idea made him want to claw the girl’s eyes out. She was probably married with six kids or living in a trailer making meth like the rest of the people Cy and Nicky had grown up with.
“Well, I mean, if you can call me getting it in and then immediately blowing my load into the condom, then yeah, I guess so. But it did pretty much seal that I was not into girls. She smelled really nice, though, like gardenias.”
Webster nodded. “Yeah, she did. Her boobs were really soft, too, like throw pillows.”
