Ranger Guided

“And I’ve wanted to fuck you for that long, too,” Trent murmured. “I wonder why we took so long to get around to this.” His hand glided down my bare chest and under the waistband of my sleeping shorts. He possessed my cock now, and it lengthened and thickened under his attention.

“Sort of too bad I don’t do bottom,” he whispered. “You have very nice equipment. But, here, I’ll get up over you and I want you to lay on your belly. My mind raced back to how I’d found him earlier today. Yes, I wanted it just the same way. Me on my belly and him covering me close from above, churning his cock in my canal by rotating his hips, while I stroked up into him and rubbed my dick on the sheet. But when I was stretched out and he moved over me, it wasn’t like the position that had been burned into my mind when I had found him fucking that other guy earlier today. Instead, he lowered his body on mine, head to toe, with his strong legs running up and closely encasing my torso and his head between my wide-spread thighs. His cock was running up and pressing in me between my shoulder blades. I grabbed the brass headboard slats above my head and hung on for dear life as he pulled my dick back between my legs and alternated between sucking on that from above and tonguing my asshole. I ground my body into the mattress under him in ecstasy. If this had been part of the routine he’d gone through earlier in the day, I had arrived too late for this scene. But I certainly enjoyed it.

He had brought a tube of lubricant down with him when he’d straddled me, and after he tongued my ass, he lubed it and worked it with his fingers.