Finally he lets go, sits back, and grins, licks his lips like he’s finished a meal. I pull him to his feet and cannot stop myself from putting my mouth to his, even though I know my spunk is in there. Never done such a thing, but that doesn’t hold me back because everything is new with this kid. He brings up stuff in me I didn’t know was there, and I get my tongue into him, find his, taste my own salty spunk.
Evan gets his dick out while I’m on his mouth, pushing down pants and drawers. I back off, strip naked as does he, and we fall onto the bed where I’m thinking to suck his cock, but he doesn’t let me corral it. Instead, he tries to get around behind me. This causes some playful wrestling, which I like, but he keeps rubbing his dick down where it doesn’t belong, and I finally strong-arm him. We’re both powerful worked up, but I tell him I don’t take no cock up the ass.
He snorts a laugh and says what no man ever has: “That’s because of how much you want it.”
I am atop him, arm across his throat, and for a second, I mean to crush his windpipe, put an end to such nonsense. He shows no fear, just keeps looking at me like he can see into my head and I’m not sure I like that, him getting so far inside.
“Every man wants a dick in him,” he says while I consider killing him, “whether or not he’ll admit it. Don’t mean he’s less a man. Maybe means he’s more because he’ll do everything he can and there’s pleasure to be had back there if you just let me in. Butt hole is made for more than shitting.”
I think on how many men I fought off when young, hard dicks poking at my bottom. “No,” I tell him, shaking my head. “No.”
“You’re afraid you’ll like it,” he says, and now I really want to kill him. I press on his throat. He chokes some and I let him think he’s a goner, then ease up. He sputters and coughs, and when he can speak again, he asks, “Why are you so angry with me talking about it?”
“Because I’m the one who says what I do with a man.”
“You’re acting an old man, afraid of something new.”
“Ain’t new. Men been butt-fucking since all time and I’m the one doing it.”
“Why do you think they let you do ‘em? Because it feels bad?”
I let him up, tired of his talk. He keeps a hand on his hard prick and says not another word, so I get down and suck the spunk out of him, wishing he hadn’t wrecked things with his foolish actions and more foolish words. After I swallow his stuff, I get dressed and leave him, go downstairs, and drink myself blind.
I hear his low snore when I come back to the room. It’s well past midnight and I have the staggers, couldn’t fuck for love nor money, so I strip and get in bed to fall asleep, wishing I could ride him raw just to let him know who’s boss.
* * * *
Next morning, I wake to his wet dick against my leg. My head hurts something fierce, so I lay quiet, liking the feel of him up close. When he sees I’m not making a move, he slides his prick up my butt crack, while his arm goes around my chest. I tense, which leads him to try and soothe his way in.
“Just lay still and let me do it. You want it, all men want it. Let me fuck you.”
He’s rubbing my tits and kissing my neck and, as I remain badly hungover, my resistance is not as it should be. I also have to admit it feels good to let him do things to me, so I lay still as he continues.
“Easy, easy,” he says when I flinch at him prodding me.
His sound is welcome amid the pain in my head. With his cockhead at my hole, I reach the final moment and it’s then I find myself knowing how much we belong together and how that changes things for the better. He pushes at me and says to trust him. There’s nothing urgent to what he’s doing; he’s not having to drive into me, he just takes his time, the whole thing slow and, if such a thing can ever be easy, easy.
“Now,” he says.
I feel pain as his knob pops into me. He says it’s okay, it will feel good in with the bad, and I should relax, open to him like he does to me.
“Let me do to you what you do to me.”
His mouth is on my neck, breath hot on my skin, and I want to turn and get at him, but he keeps on, keeps me aroused, licking my ear, whispering about fucking me, then his cock pushes into my chute. I suck in a breath because it hurts like hell, but in with the hurt is a feel I could not have imagined, one nasty and urgent at the same time, because what I’m full of ain’t shit for once, it’s dick, and I remind myself my man is up there and we’re doing what we usually do, only the other way around, which I have to admit is fair.
Then he starts to work it, to pull out and go
