Page 48 of Thrill

Completely ignoring the sizeable erection, Danny ran his fingers below. Tyler moaned when Danny found his hole. It appeared that Tyler had a totally bald ass. Danny had no preference. All he knew, he wanted to see more.

Abruptly, Danny shifted back. Tyler looked a little disorientated for a second.

“You’re hot,” Danny said.

“Same to you, I’m sure,” Tyler replied.

“Turn over.”

“Don’t get all dom,” Tyler said. “Not my scene.”

“Not even a little? Just a few instructions from your favourite teacher?”

A smile crept onto Tyler’s face. “Maybe the odd one.”

“Do you trust me?”

Tyler looked deep into Danny’s eyes and found the answer there.

“You know what? I really do.”

“Then turn over.”

Danny followed this up with a long, lingering kiss before sitting back.

This time, Tyler complied.

Danny stroked Tyler’s firm butt cheeks. They were perfect. He ran his palms across the smooth skin.

He parted them. Revealing the prize beneath. God he wanted him more than anything. Bending down, Danny blew lightly on Tyler’s hole.

He gasped. Clenched the pillow.

Danny licked him. Now, Tyler cried out. Danny shifted round so he was between Tyler’s legs. He parted Tyler’s cheeks and dove his tongue inside. The smell of Tyler’s skin was a mixture of shower gel and a musky undertone.

Tyler brought his legs up, giving Danny as much access as he needed. He ran his tongue up and down Tyler’s crease. Tickling his balls until returning to his ass. Each time, bringing more sounds of joy.

Danny’s cock ached. Giving joy to Tyler had fast become one of the biggest turn-ons of his life. He daren’t even touch it.

Eventually, he stopped. Panting, he squeezed Tyler’s butt.

“Don’t move,” he said.

“What have you got?” Tyler asked. His face was red from being buried in the pillow.

Danny rummaged in his bag and pulled out a black rubber L-shaped contraption. It was curved like a dildo.

“Prostate massager. You ready, tough guy?”

Tyler usually waited a little while before being fucked by a guy. He could count on the fingers of both hands how many he’d done it with. Okay, maybe add a couple of toes.

Yet, deep inside he knew he had got on this rollercoaster with Danny Healy. He absolutely was going to ride it all the way.

“I’m ready.”

Danny stood up. “He says he’s ready, ladies and gentlemen. The poor soul doesn’t realise. You can never be ready for your first time with the Storm 2000.”

He raced over and crouched near Tyler’s head.