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“Now rub it,” I said, my breaths harsh and shallow.“Slow and steady.Tease yourself, boy.”

Oscar made a vulnerable noise, widening his thighs as he teased his fingertips o’er the wrinkled skin of his taint and up to his pink, exposed, hole.

I stood, slow and easy, because I didn’t want him to stop what he was doing and went to the chest of drawers to get the saddle grease.I brought it with me to the foot of the bed and screwed it open as Oscar played with himself.

“Don’t stop now.You keep doin’ that.”

Oscar shuddered and moaned, and my gaze fixated on the tips of his long fingers as he obeyed me.

“Looks like you’re gettin’ yourself plenty worked up, ain’t you?”

“I can’t—You’re gonna make me talk?While I’m doin’ this?”he whispered.

“Yes, I am.You’re gonna answer my questions, and you’re gonna keep playing with that soft hole of yours or it’s gonna stay empty and unused.”

“Oh.Gawd.”

I laid a hand on his bottom, pushing that cheek so it spread him, and I could see better.I knew ’twas awkward for him to reach back like that, but to make it work, he’d had to arch his back and brace his shoulders on the mattress, and the sight of him about killed me…in a good way.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You, Jimmy.I belong to you.”

“And who’s nubby is this?”I said, touching it with a finger and making Oscar gasp.

“Yours.’Tis yours.”

I sighed and leaned in, kissing his buttock where my hand was resting to anchor him and soothe him in his embarrassment.

“And whose fine ass is this?”

He giggled, but then made a soft sound, like a gasp and a moan combined, as he continued to tease himself.

“Oh.Yours.Oh, fuck…”

I leaned down and licked across his fingers and o’er his hole, as Oscar made a desperate, surprised sound.

“That’s very good, Oscar.Now I want you to stop playin’ with yourself and hold yourself open for me.You understand?”

He nodded against the mattress and did as I’d asked, arching his body even more, and pulling his cheeks apart to present his pink hole to me.

The entire tableau was so profane and exquisite that I couldn’t contain myself any longer.I shoved my trousers and my drawers down and gave my cock a couple of vicious pulls with my dry hand, before I scooped some grease from the jar and slapped it on the delicate skin of Oscar’s cleft and around his hole, till ’twas shiny and slippery and beckoning me like a slice of hot apple pie.

If we hadn’t been at The Angel, among whores and other lustful men, I might have been worried about the reach of the sounds Oscar made.Someone might have mistaken them for sounds of distress and pain, when they were the opposite, and he was only dying of pleasure.

“Easy there,” I said, as I slicked my cock up and positioned myself.

“Please!I need you.I need you so much.”

“Shush.Put both your hands on the bed now.You’re gonna need to brace yourself.”

I waited for him to do so before I pushed forward and breeched him, causing a yelp and a cry from him—and a stuttered groan from myself.

“Oh God, Oscar.Jesus.”I said, as my cock slipped into his warmth, and my brain melted.

Oscar grunted as he lifted up and pushed back, his body swallowing me in one long swoop.

“Fuck!”I yelled as a raw sound came from Oscar’s throat.But I recovered myself and whimpered as he fucked me from below.“I swear, Oscar,” I said, panting “you’re like a wild fucking bronco, sometimes.”