Page 31 of Bend Him, Break Him
“What’re you getting at?”
Isaac slipped out a bottle of lube from a side pocket just above his knee. “This is your field; you’re in charge. I want you to take charge right here, right now.”
“So, I’m on top then?”
“In a manner of speaking.” Isaac sat on the bench, sliding his pants down and exposing his semi-hard cock.
Colton knelt and went to spread Isaac’s legs.
“Don’t.” Isaac poured the lube on his dick and began stroking himself hard. “Today’s less about serving my needs and more about showing me yours.”
Colton didn’t know what to say, how to respond.
“Why?”
“You don’t ask why,” Isaac said with a demand in his voice. “It’s my desires you obey, and right now what I want is to see you commanding the evening.”
Colton swallowed hard, watching Isaac ready himself until his own dick began to throb at the sight of Isaac’s hard erection.
“Use my cock to get off,” Isaac growled. “I wanna see what makes you cum.”
That was so much pressure. Colton knew what he liked, and what he liked was the surrender, the patient wait of Isaac finding the right rhythm, the right pace, the right spot to fuck an orgasm out of Colton. The idea of taking Isaac’s dick but leading seemed off from how their arrangement worked.
Although, it wasn’t all that long ago when Colton controlled the oral he offered. Maybe that was why Isaac was allowing this, experimenting with layers of control given to Colton. No matter the reason, Colton accepted it and slipped out of his shoes and pants.
“Keep the top on.” Isaac didn’t elaborate on the shirt or hat, but Colton suspected he meant both. “The uniform is fucking sexy.”
He went to take off his socks until Isaac’s free hand grabbed Colton and guided him closer, so he kept the socks on as he slowly straddled Isaac’s dick.
Isaac massaged Colton’s hole, generously applying lube before aligning his dick for Colton’s ease.
He didn’t slide into the jock, leaving that moment to Colton.
“Mmmmmmhhhhm.” Colton squeezed Isaac’s shoulders, shuddering as he took in the cock.
It couldn’t have been more than half, but at this new angle, he found it so much harder to push all the way to the base.
His body wanted to retreat. The pressure on his ass, coupled with the discomfort of his knees spread on the bench, didn’t alleviate the want to stop.
It was awkward keeping Isaac’s dick where it was, but he didn’t want to take anymore yet.
Thankfully, he didn’t have to. Isaac made no efforts to slam the rest of his cock into Colton.
He didn’t even buck or thrust to control the motion of their bodies.
Instead, he kept his hands wrapped at Colton’s waist with a stillness that indicated they were merely there for Colton’s balance and nothing more.
Slowly, the jock thrusted on top of Isaac, letting the dick stay where it was but allowing his hole to adjust to this new position. Inch by inch, he took more into himself, but when he slid too far too fast, Colton pulled up and let the entire thing fall out of him.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Isaac had an unblinking stare, patiently awaiting Colton’s next move.
It took some adjustments, but Colton finally got into the swing of riding Isaac’s dick, taking it faster and harder but at his discretion.
That made it challenging for him, still awaiting the rush that came with Isaac slamming into him with a primal need and taking what he craved.
Colton surrendered that fantasy and worked on a new one.
A fantasy that required his command over the ebb and flow.
Once he found his spot, the perfect push of pressure, Colton convulsed and let out a small yip. Despite biting his lip, he hadn’t stifled the noise, and the wicked smirk on Isaac’s face suggested as much.
Colton grabbed Isaac’s crop top and held it like the reins of a horse, riding faster and faster, focused purely on hitting the sweet spot inside him with each stroke. In a matter of minutes, his rock-hard cock twitched uncontrollably and splattered a hot, sticky mess all over Isaac.
“Sorry about that.” Colton panted, lost in the rush.
“Don’t be.” Isaac kissed Colton, swallowing his exhausted panting voice. When the last of Colton’s shaky breaths eased, and the lingering convulsions ended from climaxing and the cool night weather, Isaac gently pushed the jock off him.
“What’re you doing?”
“You came.”
“Finish.” Colton squeezed Isaac’s shoulders and tightened the grip of his legs around Isaac’s hips, unrelenting. “You said I was in charge tonight, so I’m taking charge.”
“You look good on top.” Isaac smiled, cute and sweet and devious as his hands tightened around Colton’s waist. “You ready for me to finish? Really finish?”
Colton nodded and braced himself for Isaac’s sudden thrusts. There was no slow start, no easy flow, just quick and powerful strokes as Isaac bucked upward into Colton, pushing the jock down onto his dick and holding him in place with a powerful hug until he came.
Isaac leaned into Colton, groaning. His dick had slipped out, but he continued his erratic thrusts, sliding his cock against the crack of Colton’s ass. The two took heavy breaths until they were capable of composing themselves and leaving the baseball field.