Page 48 of Free Fall #1

He grins and slides in. I go super still as I try to process the extra girth the sleeve adds, not to mention the intense sensation of the gummy ridges going past my tight rim.

“Hold your legs back,” Dan says, and I hitch them higher, which allows him to slide home.

I shudder as the nubs hit my sensitive prostate, already so nearly over-teased by Dan’s fingers.

“How is it?” he asks, pressing in tight, but not moving at all except to breathe. “Okay?”

I nod, feeling too shaky to respond verbally.

“It’s good for me too. Tight along my shaft, but it’s like sliding through hot velvety butter with my cockhead. All the sensation is focused there.”

I whimper.

“Alright for me to move?”

“Yeah.” I sound breathless and already a million miles away. My nipples tingle, my cock is hard and leaking, and my asshole feels stretched wide. I’m a little nervous, but I also can’t wait to feel this. “Fuck me, Danny.”

The ridges hit boom-boom-boom over my prostate on the outward slide, and then in a rush again on the push back in. I squirm but Dan grabs my hips and holds me firm. He thrusts again, and I throw my head back.

“Mm, should have brought that ball gag in,” Dan says once he really gets moving, and I’m calling out to God and heaven and all the angels because it’s so fucking good . “You’re scaring the cats.”

But he doesn’t slow down or try to ease the intensity of my pleasure.

Instead, he says, “Do you want me to stop?” and when I shake my head, he snaps his hips forward and back, again and again, the slapping sound of skin on skin rising in the room, and the grunting noises that come out of me are somehow familiar and yet very new.

“That’s it,” he says, as he keeps on fucking me and the tears start to prick in my eyes. My asshole flutters with the warning sensations of a climax ahead. “You’re almost there. Show me, baby. Show me how good this feels. Let me see.”

I can’t pry my eyes open to return his gaze, but I feel his awareness of my every reaction, the intense rush of what he’s doing to me echoing in his voice and strength, and I let him see everything I’m feeling.

I let him see me crumble as he works the nubby sleeve over my prostate.

I feel my cock shrink as my asshole becomes my focus, and Dan touches the crown lightly asking, “This good or bad?”

“Good,” I cry out. I can’t reply with more words, so I just squeeze him closer with my arms and urge him to keep fucking me. I wrap my legs around his hips, and I climax—nipples tight, soft cock shaking, and my asshole quivering as I gyrate and convulse on his cock.

Suddenly, he pulls away and out of me, and I’m left gaping and cold for a second, until he sinks down and pulls my cock into his mouth.

I run my fingers through his curly hair, taking the break he’s giving me and enjoying the way my dick plumps up in his mouth again.

Then, just as I’m starting to feel like I could shoot, he pulls away and tests my hole to see if it needs more lube.

It must be okay, because when he pushes back into me, I take him in easily.

“That’s good,” he encourages me, as the nubs rock my world again. “Just breathe. Let it happen.”

But breathing is impossible when he starts really thrusting, and as the intensity mounts higher and higher, I see why the salesman’s co-worker’s boyfriend isn’t into this at all. It’s a lot . And I’m about to ask for another break when I feel a stirring deep in my pelvis, and I know…

I’ve had this happen before.

It’s going to be big, though, and I go still, trying to catch the feeling the way I’m catching Dan’s cock, and then it comes.

Pulsing, shaking, back-bowing, and long-lasting, I fall apart as I climax and come at the same time.

My cock goes painfully rigid as my asshole clenches, and I almost black out as Dan presses back in one more time.

Shattering pleasure washes over me and pumps out of my dick in hard, strong spurts.

“Fuck,” Dan says, pushing forward to kiss me through the orgasm. “Oh, baby, fuck, fuck, fuck .”

That’s when I realize he’s coming too. I feel him jolt against me, and he cries out with the pleasure-pain of releasing a long-denied orgasm.

I’ve never heard him be so loud when coming, and I want to ask him if it’s good or too much, but then he pulls out of me.

That nubby bit goes boom-boom-boom over my now insanely-sensitive prostate, and I shout. Not in a good way.

“Sorry, sorry,” Dan says as tremors still wrack him.

“S’okay.”

He stares down at his dick for a second and then looks up at me.

“You’re amazing,” he says, and then reaches to wipe my wet cheeks.

I hadn’t even realized I was crying again.

I do it so often when we fuck that Dan generally acts like it’s completely normal, and so I don’t think too much about it anymore.

He collapses down on top of me, and I hold him close, feeling the pounding of his heart against my chest, and our sweat and semen-slick skin glides together. “Was it worth what you paid for it?” he asks.

I choke out a laugh and kiss his soft hair. I don’t even bother answering. He knows.

We both do.

Being with Dan like this is worth any price.