Page 81 of Sweet T
“All the way,” Evan said
Tucker pushed as far as his finger would go, then pulled it out partially and pushed it in again. Evan ground his ass into Tucker’s hand, clearly wanting more.
“Use two now. Spread me wider.”
Tucker removed his finger, squeezed some more lube on the neighboring middle finger, and did as told. He stroked at Evan’s entrance with the slick tips before pressing in again, this time with both fingers.
“Oh, God.” Evan said.
“I’m gonna stop. I’m hurting you.”
“No, T, please. I’m good.”
“You’re sure?”
He nodded. “Now that you’re in there, it’s fine. Keep going.”
Tucker, hesitant, pressed farther in. As he slid both fingers toward the final knuckle, he felt Evan relax. Tucker curled his fingers upward a bit, inadvertently striking prostate-land. Evan gasped.
“You OK?”
“Better than OK.”
Tucker pulled out a little, then pushed in all the way again, kneading Evan’s taint with his thumb.
Evan chuckled. “You know more than you’re letting on.”
“I have watched porn, you know. I also like figuring out ways to make your face keep looking like that.”
“I’m sure I look pretty goofy.”
“No. You look pretty hot.”
Evan sat up, and Tucker pulled out. They kissed for a moment, then Evan stood. “You sit now.”
Tucker did so. Evan squeezed some lube in his hand and grabbed Tucker’s cock, which was as hard as a rock. No worries there.
“I’m gonna sit on you, OK? Just until I get used to that monster. Then we’ll switch it up, OK?”
“Whatever you say.”
Evan faced away and lowered himself on Tucker’s lap, guiding Tucker’s cock into him. “Oh, my,” he said, freezing his position.
“We don’t have to do this, Ev. We can do something else.”
Instead of answering him, Evan relaxed into gravity, sinking fully. Suddenly, Tucker’s cock, which had been a little chilly and wet with lube, was entirely warm and snug, Evan’s full weight bearing down. Tucker, uncertain of what to do, wrapped his arms around him.
“Well,” he said. “Here we are. Tell Santa what you want for Christmas.”
Evan chuckled. “That’s the only way I could to do it. Fast. Like Cher says, all or nothing.”
The situation was surreal to Tucker. Adding to the otherworldliness, he now had the familiar Cher song in his head. He felt himself falling backward, pulling Evan with him to the bed. It was not what he had expected his first time. Not that he didn’t like it, he was just experiencing a heavy bout of déjà vu. He recalled that first time masturbating with Emmett, frotting in a similar position. Only now, inside Evan, it felt infinitely better. The tiniest move Evan made sent ripples of pleasure through him.
“You’re squeezing me kind of hard, big guy,” Evan said, chuckling tensely. “This is not the greatest position, you know?”
Tucker loosened his grip. “And sitting in my lap was? I know I’m not the most experienced guy in the world, Ev. But that was just weird.”
Now they were both laughing, and Tucker felt every vibration of Evan’s diaphragm down low.