Scum (Wrong Side of the Tracks 1)

Oh God, another finger slid in.

He moaned and grabbed Shane’s shoulders. He was unable to stay still, and while he’d end up with hickeys, he couldn’t find it in himself to care. He lifted his other leg too, eager to be closer.

The two digits meant business, and while it didn’t hurt, he could sense Shane was anxious to enter him. And so was he, despite all his fears and worries. Tonight, he’d get fucked for the first time. For once, he’d feel it rather than imagine the sensation, and his insides were already tickling in anticipation.

Would this be it? Would he become addicted to it and unable to stop?

He whimpered, shaking when Shane’s knuckles repeatedly hit his flesh, but when they crooked and massaged the tender flesh within with unexpected gentleness, Ros’s senses flared up. Was it painful? Pleasurable? Weird?

He didn’t know, but he’d fuck Shane up if he stopped.

“That’s it. Feel it. My cock’s gonna hit this spot over and over,” Shane promised in a low voice that made him sound like a bear preparing for a feast.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck! Right there,” he moaned without a single thought in his head that didn’t include Shane fucking him. His toes curled and the pleasure seemed to go straight to his dick. Shane knew exactly what he was doing, and there was no more room for fancy words. All Ros wanted was to get off with that thick cock spurting cum inside him.

Their desires must have been aligned, because Shane offered him a satisfied smirk and pulled his fingers out, leaving Ros itching for their touch. He grabbed his jeans, took out a condom and rubbered up with the proficiency of a… well, someone who fucked around a lot.

“You ready for this dick, boy?” he whispered, stretching with pleasure as he applied more lube to his tool.

Ros likely wasn’t, but he still nodded, dying to feel that sensation inside again. He locked eyes with Shane when he pressed the head of his cock to Ros’s stretched and slippery hole.

“I want it,” he rasped, intoxicated by the lust coursing in his veins.

Shane was magnificent above him. Muscular, and strong, and decisive, he was Ros’s personal god of sex, and when he grabbed Ros’s legs and placed them on his shoulders, it exposed the hole to whatever he wanted to do with it.

His dick pressed against it, and pushed, but just as unexpected discomfort made Ros stiffen, Shane stalled and turned his head to bite Ros’s knee. His shaft was still knocking at the tight entrance, but he wasn’t attempting to push his way in and grabbed Ros’s dick with his free hand.

“Oh fuck! I’m gonna come.” Ros panicked when instant arousal overwhelmed his senses.

But Shane squeezed the base of his dick without mercy. “No, you’re not.”

Ros gasped for a relieved breath, and in that moment Shane bucked with his hips, pushing right into Ros’s relaxed body. A tight fit. Slightly uncomfortable. But so fucking hot Ros was about to lose his goddamn mind.

He couldn’t believe it. He had a cock inside him, and the man it belonged to watched him as if he’d never seen anyone as hot, and it was still going in, hard and throbbing, and almost too big for Ros to handle. Yet when it bottomed out and Shane’s pubes tickled his ass, the sensation of fullness was so overwhelming he wanted to cry.

“Oh fuck,” Shane muttered, breathing fast with his eyes shut, as if he needed a moment to sober up.

Ros would’ve seconded that if he hadn’t been breathless, feeling like the sexiest pretzel with his legs framing Shane’s head. He rubbed his thumb over his lover’s bottom lip, floating in the rapids of their lovemaking. So he was a sap. Shane didn’t need to know everything Ros thought about when they banged.

But Shane’s face turned toward Ros’s palm, and he licked it, opening his eyes to look at him in the duskiness of the room illuminated by the holo lights outside. His hips rocked with the gentlest motion, not really moving yet, just shifting position as he stared straight into Ros’s eyes. “So fucking hard for you.”

Once more, Ros was afraid he’d come on the spot, but he still had some stamina left. “Show me,” he whispered and wrapped his arm over Shane’s neck to pull him down for another one of those breathless kisses.

The world came to a standstill when Shane exhaled hot air straight into his waiting mouth, only to roll forward at breakneck speed when a hot tongue stabbed Ros’s mouth, stroking his palate. Their bodies aligned, arching then dropping, and the thick cock nudged Ros’s prostate, making him twitch.

Shane let out a raspy laugh, staring at him like a wolf about to consume a lamb. “That’s it.”

Ros caught another kiss, pawing at Shane wherever he could reach. He’d never before felt this urgency not just for sex, but for another person. Their connection was completely different to his libido floating around in random bouts of horniness. The desire couldn’t have been more focused this time, like an arrow tip sharpened over years of unresolved sexual tension, with Shane as its one target.