Sammy finally lifted his head, and Ed noticed in a distant way that his color was high, his eyes unbelievably bright. “How was that?”
“Good…amazing…can’t talk now…”
Sammy flashed a quick smile then bent his head and began licking at Ed’s softening cock. Ed moaned in protest, too tender and too exhausted to properly enjoy it. Except, within seconds, his cock began to stir again, and the raw pleasure automatically made him hungry for more.
“Lay down here so I can return the favor,” Ed murmured.
“No.”
“No?” He blinked. “What do you mean, no?”
“There’s something else that I want.” Sammy looked up shyly. “If that’s okay.”
“Of course it’s okay. Name it.”
“If you don’t want to do it, I’ll understand.”
“Just tell me. I mean, we’re figuring this all out together, right?”
“Right.” Sammy took a deep breath. “I want you to fuck me.”
Chapter 4
Sammy didn’t know quite what came over him. A few times, he had been curious and experimented with a few well-shaped tools, gently easing them into his ass while he jerked himself off. That had definitely felt good, but he had always chosen thin items. Items that would slide in and out of his passage easily, like the handle of a screwdriver. Ed was much, much larger than anything Sammy had ever attempted before. But once the thought occurred to him, he wanted it.
“You’re sure?” Ed asked slowly.
Sammy nodded. He pushed his pants down to his knees and contorted himself to free himself of the clothing. It wasn’t easy, but Sammy wasn’t going to let anything, even the cramped space, stop him from getting what he wanted.
“What if it hurts?” Ed asked.
“It’s not going to hurt you.”
“It’ll hurt you, though.”
“If it does, we’ll stop.”
Ed still didn’t look quite convinced. Sammy didn’t blame him. Even he thought the idea was a little insane. But it was like an itch under his skin. A gnawing in the pit of his stomach. Every inch of him, every instinct he possessed, told him that he wasn’t going to be satisfied with anything short of Ed’s cock. Even the thought of Ed wrapping his mouth around Sammy’s shaft wasn’t enough to distract him from what he truly wanted.
“It’s just…it seems like that could hurt. And I don’t want to hurt you.”
Sammy smiled. “Which is a refreshing change from when you punched me in the face.”
“I said I was sorry about that.”
“I know.” He spit in his palm and spread it over Ed’s cock, which was still slick from his come. Sammy hoped that would be enough to help ease his way. “And I forgive you. But I don’t think I’m in any danger of being really hurt.”
“But you don’t know.”
Sammy fisted Ed’s shaft, squeezing the hard flesh. “Don’t you want to find out how tight my ass is?”
“Yes,” Ed moaned.
“Then we don’t have a problem here. We both want the same thing.”
Sammy could still see some doubt in Ed’s eyes, but his protests had stopped. He had the feeling that once he actually sank down on Ed’s cock, all warnings and concerns would completely flee his mind. In fact, they would probably flee both of their minds.
He straddled Ed once again and leaned forward until their chests touched. The blunt tip of Ed’s cock slipped between his cheeks to press against his tight hole. As soon as he felt the thick flesh, he understood Ed’s concern. It didn’t seem like Ed could possibly fit inside him. No matter how hard he tried, or how much he might have wanted it. But the fact that it seemed almost impossible just spurred him onward. Once he got beyond the initial difficulty, he was sure that it would feel amazing.
“Ready?” Sammy asked.
Ed smiled weakly. “Are you?”
“As I’m going to be.”
They both took a deep breath, and Ed’s gaze was locked on Sammy’s face as he pushed back. At first, his muscle refused to give and allow the intrusion. Sweat rolled down the back of his neck and trickled along his spine. Did Ed feel as hot? Maybe not—his skin was covered in goose bumps. He paused, shifted his weight, and tried again with more force. The pain was instant. Sammy ignored the signal that he should stop and pressed harder, concentrating more on the smooth texture of Ed’s skin and the heat pouring from his skin rather than the increasing, sharp pain spreading through him.
“Sammy…”
Sammy shook his head, silencing Ed as his fat crown popped past Sammy’s ring. They both groaned, though the sounds had different sources. Sammy was sure the pressure of his flesh around Ed’s cock was unbelievable, but the pain hadn’t eased. In fact, it only seemed to be sharper, and his muscles tensed, as if to ward off the intruder.
Ed ran his hand up and down Sammy’s back, rubbing him gently. “Relax. It’ll be better if you relax.”
“I’m…I’m…try…trying…”
“Shh. Don’t. Just take a deep breath.”
“I…”
“Take a deep breath,” Ed repeated, his hand still moving in a slow, soothing circle. “Breathe.”
Sammy nodded and did as he was told, filling his lungs with warm air. He couldn’t tell if it was still raining outside. His heart was pounding in his ears, drowning out any other sounds. He took more than just one deep breath. He inhaled and exhaled slowly until the tightness in his shoulders began to ease. Almost without meaning to, he sank back an inch. Once he had that much inside of him, it was easy to sink back another inch.
“God, Sammy. I never…”
Despite Ed’s earlier instruction, Sammy forgot how to breathe. His lungs were paralyzed as he continued moving down Ed’s length. The pain was a constant, inescapable. But it also didn’t matter. With each moment, that pain was changing, evolving into something else. Something as powerful as the storm that had buffeted the car. He didn’t want to lose a second of it. He didn’t want to miss out on anything.
“Oh, Sammy. Oh, Sammy. Sammy.” Ed dropped his head back, exposing the column of his throat. The tendons in his neck and shoulders strained, pulsing
