Page 84 of Free Fall

I look at the condoms in my hand. I lift my eyebrows as I put them back in the drawer I got them from, holding eye contact with him. He doesn’t even blink; instead he starts stroking his own dick and grinning.

My hands shake as I get back to what I was doing. I apply lube to my cock, biting into my lower lip at the sweet slick of it on my skin, and then press against his asshole. He’s still wet from my saliva, but the lube makes everything nice and slippery down there.

“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 flushedfrom 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.”