Tight Squeeze

Surprise, surprise. My worry was for naught.

I exited the shower, and Chris rubbed me off with a towel, paying extra attention to my cock and balls. Then he opened the condom packet and rolled the sheath onto my engorging cock and lubed me down. He headed back toward the bedroom, but I took his arm and kept him in the bathroom. I put his hands back into the restraints and led him over to the toilet. Making him kneel on the toilet lid, I tied his hands up to a towel rack above the toilet. Then I tied off his ankles, so he wouldn’t instinctively try to widen his leg stance while I was fucking him. I couldn’t maximize my pleasure without his ass being tight. I then lubed up the fingers of one hand, and standing behind him above the toilet seat, I lubed his asshole. During this process, I fanned the palm of the other hand on his belly and leaned over and nuzzled the crook of his neck with my lips. He turned his head toward mine and we kissed deeply, as my lubed fingers found his prostate and my other hand moved to stroking his cock and rolling and squeezing his balls.

I stroked his cock until he came, and then I moved in, covering him with my body, my legs pressing his thighs together and my arms wrapped around his torso, one hand going to his nipples and the other to his belly and cock, getting close in, squeezing myself into him the way I liked it. My teeth pressed into the side of his neck, as I entered his ass. He trembled under me in a mixture of anticipation, pain, and pleasure as my eight and a half inches plowed their way toward the center of him. My skittish little thoroughbred racehorse. This time he was very vocal, telling me that I was filling and stretching him to the limit in the most incredible fucking he’d ever had. Grunting and groaning, and sighing and moaning, and screaming for me to fuck his brains out.