Page 39 of Free Fall #1

“I, uh, don’t want to wait,” I say, breathlessly as I line myself up against him.

He holds his legs back for me, limber as ever, and I gaze at where the head of my cock presses against the straining rim of his entrance.

I take in the whole picture—his cock standing hard and proud out of his curly, dark brown pubic hair, and my own straight, jet-black pubes framing my aching dick. I push gently and he bears down…

“Holy fuck,” I murmur, my eyes half-closing as hot, tight pressure kisses the crown of my dick. “Oh, my God.”

I don’t know if it’s the fact that I’m doing something so new and somewhat taboo, or if it really does feel so much better without the barrier between us, but I’m not sure I’m going to get fully seated inside him before I blow my load.

I pull back out.

“Not good?” he says, but he’s laughing. I know he can see on my face just how fucking amazing it is and that I’m desperately trying not to come all over the sheets and his legs so that I can get another shot at getting back in.

“Fuck you.”

“Please do, Doc.”

“Lame,” I mutter, but then I close my eyes, take some slow breaths, and get myself together. When I open my eyes, Dan is staring up at me with a fondness that makes my heart crack open, and I gasp with emotion as I line up and push again.

Dan’s asshole seems to pull me in this time and, as I sink into his gripping heat, I let out a groan that fills the entire van. “You’re so hot inside.”

“Not outside?”

I pinch his nipple and he laughs, which makes him squeeze around my dick, and that just about sends me over the edge too. “Just let me catch my breath,” I say, rocking in and out slowly.

Dan relaxes back and takes my slow thrusts easily. His hands roam up and down my chest, tweaking my nipples, and then he twists his fingers into the lower hanging parts of my hair again. He tugs lightly, like he’s got hold of reins, and says, “Ride me now, horsie.”

“I prefer Doc.”

“No animals in the bedroom?”

“Please no.”

“Not your kink?”

“Not at all.”

“No problem.” He lets go of my hair and goes back to my nipples, teasing them with the callouses of his fingertips, something he knows drives me crazy in a good way. I shiver as my nipples spark with pleasure with every careful swipe. “So, Doc, how’s it feel in there?”

“Tight,” I say again.

“The pain’s all gone now,” he says with a smirk. “You’re massaging my insides perfectly.”

“Here?” I shift to peg his prostate.

His legs quake. “Yeah.” He’s breathless now. “There.”

“Seems you have a condition known as Homosexual Prostate Horn—”

“Bisexual,” he reminds me.

“Right, sorry. You’re suffering from Bisexual Prostate Horniness. It requires regular massages from a penis or dildo”—I thrust hard, and he grunts in that near-silent way that I’ve come to love—“on your prostate until it stops feeling so painfully horny.”

“You’re ridiculous, Doc,” he says, and rolls his eyes. Like this whole role-play thing isn’t his idea, and like he’s not flushed from his chest up to his neck and into his cheeks with lust and pleasure as I vigorously fuck my cock against his prostate.

“You’re about to come,” I point out, lifting his cock from where it strains against his stomach and smearing the copious amount of pre-cum around the head with my fingers. “I could probably just stroke you once or—”

“Don’t!” he says, reaching down to still my hand. “Let’s switch.”

“Now?” I’m just getting into the swing of fucking him, and I’d planned to tease him for a few more minutes before making him shoot.

“Yeah. I want to come inside you.”

My head spins. “Oh.” I don’t know what to say to that. I hadn’t even thought yet about what it would be like to come inside Dan. I’d just been too busy enjoying actually being in him bare. “Yeah?”

“Please. I want you to let me. I want to come inside you so bad. Please let me.”

It’s not like Dan to beg. That’s typically my job in the bed, so I pull out of him slowly, savoring the last of his heat before the cool air of the van hits my throbbing dick. My balls tighten, and I fall onto my back on the mattress, lifting my legs to expose my hole.

I know what’s coming. Dan can never resist getting his mouth on me. And sure enough, he dives down to suck and lick my hole for what seems like forever and only a few minutes all at once.

I toss my head around on the pillows, my cock pulsing with heat and need and my asshole gripping around his tongue. If it weren’t raining so hard, I have no doubt he’d get the ball gag out to muffle my cries, but the roar of the downpour is enough to cover all my noises.

And then he launches up, his cock already slick with lube—which he must have managed while still eating my hole—and I bear down to take him in.

It doesn’t feel that different from my end, but the sound he makes as he slides inside makes my tummy flip, my nipples ache, and my balls draw up tight and hard.

“Oh,” he whimpers. “I see.”

I laugh, and he goes very still over me, his hands clenching and unclenching a little too hard on the back of my thighs, holding me down and open, and I know I’ll have some nice finger-shaped bruises there when this is over. A sweet reminder.

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to recall this moment or the sound he made as he entered me without getting instantly hard, though. There’s such a raw, rare expression on his face—total awe and, maybe I’m crazy, an affection so deep that I’d almost label it love, except it can’t be. It’s too soon.

But his cock is perfect for my body. Every little twitch of his hips seems to push against my prostate, and I’m gasping with pleasure before he even starts to fully stroke.

“Sejin,” he whispers.

“Yeah?” My voice cracks, and I swallow trying to get a grip on myself.

“I’m sorry for teasing you before.” He ducks his head and quakes all over. “I’m about to come.”

“Then come,” I say. “Fill me up. Like you wanted.”

He puts his hand over my mouth and squeezes his eyes tight. “Shh. Shut up, Doc. I want to enjoy this for more than…” He grits his teeth and then breathes in and out of his nose slowly. “Just lie back and take it for a minute, baby, alright?”

Baby.

I like Doc. It’s fun, it’s sweet. But, holy shit, I love baby. My cock flexes and I reach for it, but he releases my mouth to knock my hand away.

“No,” he says. “I’ll control it.”

I squirm then, unable to stop my body’s needy reaction to those words, and he groans, “Ohhh, fuck you, baby,” but it sounds like a tender declaration more than anything else.

His hips snap, and I reach to hold onto his straining shoulders as he fucks into me.

His mouth is open, his eyes are on mine, and little sounds unlike any I’ve ever heard hitch out of him.

He clenches my thighs, and he digs in deep with his dick before grunting in that quiet way that signals he’s going to come.

“That’s it,” I encourage. “Come inside me.”

Dan groans and gives over to a rolling thunderclap of orgasm. Sweat breaks over him as he shakes and convulses, his eyes roll up, and his breath comes in stuttering, quiet gasps. I feel his cock thud, shooting his load as he pushes deeper, straining with aftershocks.

I breathe hard, my cock aching and asshole clenching around his throbbing dick.

I think I can feel the heat of his cum inside me, and maybe I can.

All I know is that this feels different, special, and I know I’ll never forget this moment for the rest of my life.

I commit everything about it to my memory—the strain of the tendons in his neck, his scrunched-up face, and the way he jerks like he’s going to empty his entire being into me.

“Don’t come,” he grits out, his eyes still squeezed closed. “Not yet.”

I feel like I’m going to shoot anyway, because knowing his cum is inside me is hot as hell, and I’m on the verge, but I hold back with difficulty.

Slowly he releases my thighs, and I feel the bruises blooming on them already. Even more slowly he eases out of me. The sense of emptiness is profound, until he slides three fingers inside and hooks them against my prostate. I whimper, and he meets my gaze. “Good, baby?”

I twitch all over, wordless but encouraging him with moans. He rubs against my prostate hard with the pads of his fingers, and then he leans down to kiss me. As he fingers me, making my muscles jerk and twitch and my cock leak and flex, he nuzzles my cheek and rubs his face against my messy hair.

“Doc,” he murmurs. “I think I’m gonna have to keep you.”

I can’t say anything at all. I’m so close to coming and yet so far, and my dick is in serious need of friction so I can get off.

As usual, though, he concentrates on his favorite part of me, and I can’t complain about the pleasure radiating from my hole.

I shiver and shake, my legs twitching on the bed as he keeps finger-fucking me.

Harder and harder, and I groan as he speeds up.

“Fuck,” I shout as my body tightens, and every bit of my consciousness seems to center around my hole and pelvis, and then I break into convulsions of lust and bliss that I can’t seem to control.

My hole spasms again and again around his fingers, my body shakes and my nipples hurt blissfully, and then my cock suddenly grows so hard I feel faint.

“Oh, fuck!” I scream. That’s when I shoot gobs of cum all over myself.

“Yes,” he whispers as he avidly watches white streaks paint my stomach and chest while he rubs inside of me so hard I see stars. “Yes, give it to me.”

I reach down to stop his hand, the sensation too much. I twitch and convulse through so many aftershocks that I lose the ability to do anything more than moan and cling to Dan, who doesn’t let me go.

Later, after he’s cleaned me up, given me water, and settled in beside me, he pushes my legs back and looks at my hole again. “My jizz is up there,” he says, so matter-of-factly that I laugh. He meets my eyes. “I’m gonna lick it out.”