Page 69 of Teach Me To Sin
I am wise and all-knowing, so I picked up lube at the store this morning and threw it on the bedside table. Colson grabs it and slicks up his fingers while I slip my tongue into Alek’s mouth and tease him with it, making him chase me. He stiffens and pulls away when he feels Colson try to work a finger inside. “Ow. Shit, that’s too much.”
The man pauses and strokes his thigh soothingly. “You’re fighting me so hard. I need you to relax.”
As soon as Alek thinks he’s messing up and doing it wrong, he tenses up even more. “I can’t. I don’t know how.” He sounds slightly panicked, like someone’s going to come to the door and confiscate his gay card because he can’t open up his ass.
“It’s okay,” Colson says softly, holding his gaze. “I’ll take care of you.” He slides down onto his elbows between Alek’s legs and noses at his balls, then laps up his cock before swallowing it whole. Alek gasps, arching his body off the bed and death-gripping the headboard. I’ve had firsthand experience with how skillfully that man gives head. Just watching makes me feel like I’m going to come, so I rub my dick against Alek’s hip to relieve some of the ache.
Colson sets a quick, easy rhythm with his head that has Alek moaning and spreading his thighs wider, begging for more. I can see him stroking Alek’s taint with his wet fingers, then suddenly they’re gone and I know he’s playing with Alek’s virgin ass for the first time. Lucky man.
Alek doesn’t even realize Colson’s knuckle-deep inside him until the man gives his cock one last, slow lick and starts curling and scissoring his fingers. He rolls his head back against the pillows and closes his eyes, breathing raggedly. “Oh god. Shit. Fuck me.”
Colson shoots me a crooked grin. “Gladly.”
Alek
Everything feels incrediblyhazy and sharp at the same time. I can’t think clearly, and when I open my eyes, the world looks bleary. But Benji’s breath on my skin is razor sharp. The bedframe digs into my fingers as I squeeze, and the harsh, bright pleasure in my cock fights with the pressure in my ass, shot through with sparks whenever Colson’s fingers brush against my prostate.
Dazed, I struggle to process what Colson’s saying. “Show your hole off for me,” he croons, and I feel hands–either his or Benji’s–grabbing my ankles and folding my knees up to my chest. “Hold them there.” I pry my sore fingers off the headboard and grip the sweaty backs of my thighs. Cool air teases into my crack, and I can feel precum smearing on my belly.
The pressure keeps getting worse, then easing again, and I’m scared to know how many fingers he has in me. I can vaguely hear myself moaning and pleading for him not to stop, then his powerful body is covering me, his face in my neck and his big cock brushing mine. “I’m going to fuck you now,” he breathes. “You’re all the way open and begging for me. Isn’t he, Benji?”
I feel Benji shift, then he whines. “Fuck, you are.”
I’m scared of his size, but he’s turned my body into a pliable, needy thing that couldn’t close up if I tried. He plants messy kisses on my neck as a hard, demanding pressure nudges at my hole. As soon as I feel the stretch, I whimper, but he bites my shoulder and I feel a lean, dexterous hand slide between our bodies and wrap around my erection. “Oh fuck please,” I babble as his lubed cock stretches and holds me open, forcing itself deeper. Benji won’t leave my cock alone, his thumb toying with the slit in between firm strokes that get faster as my precum slicks the shaft. I don’t feel like I’m going to come so much as that my body will spontaneously tear itself into a million pieces.
It’s not until Colson starts to pull back that I realize my ass took his whole cock. He plays with the entrance for a moment, teasing his thick head in and out of the ring of muscle, then shoves it deep again, much faster this time. It’s so good, but absolutely overwhelming. I know now why people cry and beg, because I’m doing both of them at the same time as Colson tenses his shoulders and starts to fuck me for real, firmly enough to rock the bed. Benji’s not touching my dick anymore, but that’s okay because I wouldn’t be able to feel it if he was.
There’s a pressure unlike anything I’ve felt before building in my cock, and I know I’m going to come so hard I almost black out. It gathers and gathers as Colson presses all the way in, grinds his hips, then starts thrusting again. But right when I’m about to come, he slips all the way out and squeezes the base of my cock to stop my orgasm. The brutal shock and sudden emptiness wreck me, and I grab for his arm. “No, no, no, no. Please come back. Fuck, I hate you.Please.”
I make a disgusting animal sound of relief when something fills my hole again. It’s a little smaller than his cock, but when it expands and starts spreading me open even more, I realize his fingers are in me again. The stretch, the insistent, demanding pressure, the sense of ownership–it’s everything my body needed that it couldn’t find in straight sex. I start rocking my hips a little, fucking myself down onto his fingers, and I hear him chuckle. “Benji?”
“Yeah?”
“I think the princess likes it big. Look at him.”
I can feel Benji’s hand running all over me, everywhere except my cock. “I have some dildos we should introduce him to. They were too much for me.”
They won’t stop torturing me, and I just want to fucking come with my ass full. “Please,” I croak.
Colson’s voice is in my ear again, sending shivers down my spine. “I’ll let you have my cock and my fingers at the same time, but only if you take care of this little thing here. He’s so hard it looks like it hurts.”
That clears some of the fog from my head. My empty ass protests as I sit up, and I’m pretty sure I’d do anything he told me to if it meant he would fill it again. Turning around, I find Benji lying rumpled against his pillow with his flushed, desperate cock jutting straight up. “Do you want that?” I ask him. He looks from his dick, to me, back to his dick, then back to me, and just raises his eyebrows, likeduh.
I help him get settled on a pillow that protects his burns and supports his arm, then slide my hand between his legs and start playing with his hole the way Colson taught me. He immediately closes his eyes and lets out a long, blissful breath.
“Do you remember what you’re doing?” Colson asks behind me, half sexy and half serious.
I nod. “Fingers, then dick.”
Hissing impatiently, Benji shakes his head. “Dick, then more dick.”
“Benji’s great,” Colson muses, lying down next to him and stroking his perfect, arched body. “His little ass is open 24/7. He loves when you just shove it straight in.”
Still playing with Benji’s hole, I lean over and kiss him softly. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
In answer, he wraps his legs around my hips and tries to rub his ass along my cock. “Make me fucking finish, Alek. Don’t ruin my orgasm with paperwork this time.”
I’m not convinced I won’t damage him, but when I lube up my dick and slip into him, he clenches around me in a way that makes it impossible to take it slow. I gasp at the pressure, and my tortured cock decides it’s time to chase the pleasure they keep stealing from me.