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and easy.
"Uh-huh."
"Another finger now." Dusty's mouth captured
his as the stretch in his ass increased, and he
grunted into Dusty's lips, body shaking with the
sweet burn.
Dusty moved slowly, fingers sliding in, then
out again, then back in again, the slow glide
continuing until the burn eased. He began to move,
riding the touch, up and down, in and out. Dusty's
free hand was around his back again, supporting
him. He felt like he could fly like this.
His chest heaved, in and out, working hard.
"God, you are just..." Dusty grinned, another
finger pushing in.
"Just... More. Fuck. So full."
"Uh-huh." Dusty sucked on his chin, stretching
the fingers inside him.
His eyes rolled back in his head, his entire
body awake, tingling. Dusty's fingers twisted and
stretched, then they found his gland, bumping
against it.
"Fuck!" He arched, his feet moving restlessly.
"You feel amazing, Kenn. Can't wait to bury
myself inside you."
"More. Do that again. Please, man."
"This?" Dusty hit his gland again, and pleasure
shot through him.
"Yes!" He arched, hips rolling furiously as he
tried to get that touch again.
"Careful." Dusty cradled him with the one arm,
while those long fingers hit his gland over and
over.
"Oh. Oh. Oh." Fire climbed up his spine and
his head tossed.
Dusty kept pegging that spot, supporting him as
he writhed.
"I." Oh, fuck. Fuck, he couldn't breathe,
couldn't think.
"Ready for me, Kenn? Ready for it to be my
cock?"
"Uh. Uh-huh. Oh, fuck." His head was spinning.
Dusty's fingers slid away and he was moved,
set into position over the thick cock. His hole
touched the wide tip as the hot flesh pushed at him.
"God. So tight, Kenn."
"You're big." He pushed down a little, jonesing
on the ache.
"You can take me." Dusty used one hand on his
hip to guide him slowly down.
"Oh, fuck." He was ruined for life, and it was
so worth it.
He just kept dropping and dropping, Dusty
filling him up more than anyone ever had. His hole
was stretched, his abs so tight.
"You good?" Dusty asked, voice husky.
"Uhn." That was the best he could do.
"That's a yes." Dusty jerked up, hips pushing
that wide cock even deeper, making his ass clench.
"Oh, fuck. Tight. Tight." Dusty leaned their
foreheads together, panting softly, as the hot mouth
took his, the kiss slow, intense.
His ass kept moving, taking Dusty in, shifting
that cock inside him. He was so fucking full.
"You feel amazing, Kenn. So tight around me."
"Damn..." He nodded. Full, tight.
"You ready to ride?"
"Yeah." He started to move with intent, using
his thigh muscles, and Dusty moaned, hands finding
a place on his hip and around his back. Together
they got him moving, driving down on Dusty's fat
cock.
They filled the air with their noises, Dusty loud
and eager. His ass ached, fuller than he'd ever
been, his cock hard and dripping.
"Yes! Come on, Kenn, take it."
His eyes went wide. No one'd ever spoken to
him like that before.
"Yeah, like that. Come on. You know you want
it." Dusty pushed up, adding force to their coming
together.
He did. More than anything.
Dusty found his mouth again, free hand moving
to wrap around his cock.
"Oh. Oh, fuck. I. So good." So fucking good.
"Yeah. You going to come for me, Kenny?
Gonna shoot up over my hand?"
Listen to that. Just... His belly went achingly,
almost painfully tight. All he needed was a little
more, just a little more.
Dusty gave him more, hand tightening on his
cock and pulling like crazy. "Yeah, you are. You're
gonna make me shoot, too, with your tight ass."
His balls let loose, spunk spraying from him,
pouring out.
"Fuck yes!" Dusty slammed up into him
throughout his orgasm, pegging his gland hard and
making it seem to go on forever.
At the end he was dazed and dizzy, clinging to
Dusty, swaying some.
Dusty thrust a few more times and then froze, a
low, drawn-out moan sounding. Collapsing against
the back of the couch, Dusty carefully drew him
down to rest against his solid chest.
"I. Wow, man."
"Yeah." Dusty chuckled. "We can't put that
genie back in the bottle."
Man, his brain was too fuck-addled to
understand. He wasn't sure how Dusty could put
that many words together in a row right now.
Dusty kissed the side of his head and patted his
back before stroking along his spine. Finally, the
wandering hand landed on his ass, the muscled
chest rising and falling beneath him.
He knew they needed to get up. Clean up.
"Shh. Just stay a minute." Dusty patted his
back.
"Stay. I can do that." He could so do that.
"Good." Dusty kept breathing, kept gently
touching him, eyes closed.
Kenn let himself relax, rest a second. He'd
figure out what to do next...later.
Chapter 5
Dusty dozed off, holding Kenn on his lap. It
had been intense, blistering hot, amazing. Possibly
a mistake. Kenn had just been so fucking hot, laid
out for him, spread wide. He groaned, his cock
pushing hard against Kenn's thigh as it woke up
again. He'd never had anyone look at him with so
much hunger in his eyes.
He probably shouldn't have started it, but he
couldn't say he was sorry. Not after the way Kenn
had responded. Not after the chemistry they'd
found together. Besides he wasn't Kenn's coach,
right?
Right.
He tried to shift so his cock got free, without
waking Kenn.
Kenn stiffened, frowned, then sat up. "Oh.
Right. We. Wow."
"Yeah. We did wow." He winked and patted
Kenn's ass, his half-full prick getting out from
under Kenn and sliding up against Kenn's inner
thigh.
"You're cool with it?"
"Babe, I started it." Kenn was stealing his
lines. "Are you okay with it?"
"Uh-huh." Kenn looked a little stunned.
He brought their lips together, sharing a soft
kiss. "Good."
"I should get up." His little Energizer Bunny.
"Or we could go another round. See if we can't
make it to the bed this time."
He got a happy grin. "Dude, we could try."
He laughed and took himself a kiss. "I say we
go for it."
Kenn stood, took the sling off. "Not wearing
this to bed."
"As long as you remember not to use your arm
for anything strenuous, that's fine." He stood as
well, and winked. "I guess that means we don't get
to play doctor, though."
"The shoulder's had enough doctors." The scar
was thick, red, still angry-looking.
"I was thinking more for the rest of you. Well,
certain parts." He took Kenn's hand and led them to
his room.
He hadn't invited a client into his bedroom.
Not ever. Kenn wasn't just a client, though. Not
anymore. Maybe not really from the start. His
room wasn't huge, but it wasn't tiny either. The bed
was by the window, so he could look out in the
mornings.
"I like all the blue. Why's the guest room red?"
"Because red and blue go well together." He
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