Page 68 of Forbidden Hockey

Taking my time, I slowly rub my thumb between his crease, admiring the way my thumb pad presses against his hole without going inside. His balls are there too, dangling down. I inhale the smell of him.

“I know you haven’t done anything, but it already feels so fucking good, Trav. Just the thought of you playing around down there’s driving me wild.”

“Trust me, you’re not wild yet, but you’re gonna be. Keep your legs spread wide for me, baby, or I stop.”

His dusting of dark leg hair brushes along my arm as I replace it under his thigh, and then I dig my face into his ass.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh myfuckinggod,” he chants as I shove my tongue in and out of his sweet pucker. I’ve got his legs so far apart, he’s split wide enough to spear. I lathe him with saliva and lick up his crack, tasting the salty sweat. Fuck he tastes good, even after work.

Dirk writhes and moans and pleads.

I grip a strong hand over his hamstring and pull my other arm from underneath him so I can shove a finger into his wet hole. It’s silky inside, and it clenches around the knuckle.

“Mmm. Unngh. Fuck, Trav. I’m gonna die.”

This is my first anything inside him, and it feels fucking intimate. Different than sucking his cock or him sucking mine. This place is more of a secret. Everyone sees your mouth, only lovers and doctors see your asshole.

Speaking of which.

“This is mine now,” I declare, so there’s no mistaking. I smack his ass cheek. “Say it.”

“Fu—ow!” I spank his ass again. “Okay, god. It’s your hole, dammit. All yours, Trav. Now will you please stick your cock in there?”

Eventually. But I don’t say it aloud. I go back to work, eating him out, teasing the rim of his hole, sucking, licking with the flat of my tongue as well as poking it inside. I reach a hand to grip his nuts.

“Fuuuuck. Please,” he begs. His body tightens with restrained arousal, and my body responds in kind, as if we’re tied together in some merciless sex-loop. The more aroused I make him, the more aroused I get, my cock leaking in the confines of my jeans.

I’d take them off, but I kinda like the feeling of wearing clothes with him pliant, naked, and at my mercy.

And tonight, all bets are off. No restraint. Every inch of his body’s getting a mark. I let my teeth sink into his thigh. He screams until it turns into a moan.

“Yeah, Trav. Mark me all up. I want you all over me by morning.”

“I’ll be all over you sooner than that, pretty boy.”

I let my teeth find the tender spot at the back of his thigh again, hard enough to bruise. He keens, a hot animal sound that makes my cock throb against denim. It sets me off, and my mouth is all over him on instinct, pulling his skin through my teeth and across my tongue, sucking hard until I’m sure I leaveanother mark, another claim on him. Then I lean back to stare at my artwork, rising purple from his flesh.

God, he’s beautiful like this.

“Say my name, baby. Who’s gonna fuck you?”

“Tr-Travis,” he says on a broken moan, like who he used to be was ripped from him. “You.”

There we go. Better.

I push my fingers deeper until he trembles around them. He’s all mine. I can feel that he’s mine. Still fucking into him, I slide my hand back to my zipper, taking my cock out to stroke it, finally giving it something.

He whimpers, inhale hitching, exhale stuttering. “Travis.Travis.”

“That’s it, pretty boy, keep saying my name.”

Dirk slowly comes apart as I work my jeans and boxers down my legs with one hand. I shimmy and step out of them, my hard cock ready to spear him. Then I take my fingers away.

“Trav,” he complains.

“Nuh-uh. Roll over. You’re gonna watch me enter you for this first time.” I snag a bottle of lube from the bedside drawer.

He turns and tries to sit up, I push him back, climbing my way on the bed, knees first, gripping under his thigh. He’s already semi-wrecked, eyes glazed, lip tucked under his teeth. But he’s still aware, and gazing up and down, taking in every inch of my naked body as I drizzle lube between the crease of his cheeks, letting it crudely spill wherever it wants to go. The bottle gets chucked onto the floor.