Heteroflexible

“Jimmy?”

I let out a snort as I start lubing up my cock. “Boy, you’ve got about a hundred and twelve worries a second.”

“You’ve also gotta put some lube on my, uh …” He gestures awkwardly between his legs. “On my hole. In it. Sorta. Let me do it,” he says suddenly, extending his hand for the bottle.

I smirk. This guy. Ignoring his offer, I squirt a dollop on my own palm, then put myself between his legs and slide my lubed fingers right into his smooth, exposed crack.

Bobby gasps, his eyes widening.

“Like this?” I ask saucily.

Then slowly I begin to move my fingers, massaging the lube in his sensitive, tight hole. From the look on Bobby’s face, this is half the fun for him. His eyes and half-open mouth are exploding with all kinds of pleasure and my dick hasn’t even touched him yet.

I lean over him and put my lips to his left nipple, catching him by surprise. I watch his face dance with the sensations I’m giving him. Air hisses out of his mouth as I turn the kiss into a lick.

He tastes perfect no matter which inch of him I’m licking.

I move to the other nipple. Anticipating it, Bobby squirms under my weight and gasps with delight. My fingers slowly start to move at his hole, teasing it in their slippery, frictionless way.

It’s making him squirm and moan and gasp so much, I wonder if it’s all I gotta do to get him there.

The moans I make this boy sing is my favorite fucking soundtrack.

“This doin’ it for ya?” I tease him, coming up from licking his other nipple. “I’m not a virgin, y’know.”

“You kinda are,” he argues back, though his voice has no fight in it, his body in a total state of bliss after my tongue-torturing his sensitive nipples.

“If you say so.”

“I say so. I gay-say so.”

Each time I rub my fingers back and forth over his hole, I feel his muscles loosening for me. Each pass earns me a half-sigh, half-moan that delights my ears, too.

It’s practically an invitation.

“Work me with your finger a bit,” he tells me. “You gotta—”

I let one of my fingers slip halfway in.

Bobby moans with a sudden explosion of pleasure.

“Wow,” I exclaim, surprised. “That went in so easy. You sound ready for the real deal already. Hmm, how ‘bout another?” I gently begin to work in a second finger, teasing it inside. I almost have Bobby singing bass tones with what I’m doing. “Goodness, are you gonna last when I finally get myself in you?”

“Just do it,” he lets out suddenly. “I’m ready, I’m ready.”

“You sure?”

“God, yes.”

I can’t keep teasing him. I’m growing too impatient myself to keep this up much longer and can’t let my fingers have all the fun.

I’ve never been jealous of my own fingers before.

“Bobby.”

He’s still lost in his own head, blissful and dreamy. “Yeah?”

“Look at me.”

He opens his eyes. They snap right onto mine. “Something wrong?” he asks at once, serious. “You okay?”

“Perfect.” I give him a lopsided, cocky smile as I hook my hands under his spread legs and pull his hole right up to my dick. “I just want you looking into my eyes when I enter you.”

Bobby is stunned silent at those words.

My fingers slide out as easily as they slid in, and then the tip of my throbbing hard cock replaces them. With just a little hump of my hips, I feel the cockhead trying to push its way in, but the tightness of Bobby’s hole keeps it right there.

He’s so tight.

Just one more little hump is all it’ll take.

I can tell. I’m right there on the precipice of sliding into him. Just one miniscule thrust of my hips will give the pair of us what we’ve been wanting. I feel the pressure building up in my dick from pressing the head against his tight hole, like any sudden movement will cause it to slip right in.

The anticipation is agony.

Bobby bites his lip as he stares into my eyes. Stars of desire sparkle in his cute brown eyes.

It’s almost automatic when my hips give a gentle thrust, like my body betrays me, unable to wait, and pushes my cock past the point of breaking …

And my cock pops partway in.

“Oh my God, Jimmy …” groans Bobby, his eyes screwing up.

The sensation of his hole around my cockhead throws me into a state of unmatched pleasure. Prickles of ecstasy chase their way up and down my legs and arms.

“Am I hurtin’ you?” I ask him, out of breath, trying not to rock my eyes back from the pleasure. “Are you okay?”

“PERFECT,” he exclaims.

I grin and lean forward some more, pressing my weight into him as I bring my face closer to his for a kiss.

My dick unintentionally slides in another few inches from the innocent effort.