Dirty Laundry: A Tucker Springs Novel #3

and so hard he thought he would explode.
    “Good boy,” Denver said, pushing the base deep so the balls tickled Adam’s perineum. “Feel good, baby?”
    Adam’s only available response was a grunt and a desperate wiggle of his hips.
    He wanted to be fucked, but Denver didn’t fuck him with it. Rather, he produced some strap-like thing that fixed at his belly button and held the dildo in place so he could turn Adam around and sit him down astride his lap. Adam moaned, his sensitive cock drooling a little as it brushed against Denver’s belly. When Denver took him in hand, Adam nearly came on the spot.
    “Don’t,” Denver instructed, squeezing him as if to keep the cum inside. “Sit on me, baby, and let me make out with you while you have that big, fat cock in your ass.” He stroked Adam’s face, and Adam gazed back at him in a lusty, lost daze. “You like that in you, baby? You like having that big, fat cock in you?”
    “Yes,” Adam slurred. “Yes, sir.”
    “Such a good boy.” Adam leaned into his hand as Denver stroked his neck. “You haven’t had a lot of people say you were a good boy, have you, baby. You had a lot of people tell you that you were wrong.”
    A little, yes. Though mostly it was all criticism inside Adam’s own head, the nasty voices of his own mind. He tried to explain that, but he was so full of cock it felt like it was in his throat, and he could only stare stupidly at Denver.
    Denver didn’t seem to mind. He just kept stroking Adam all over, rubbing his nipples, jacking his cock slowly, stroking his sides, his neck, his face. “You are, baby. You’re such a good boy. A good man. A hot, sexy, slinky man who can take that huge-ass cock and just hold it, because you can hold a lot, can’t you, baby. You love getting fucked in the face. You love it when I fuck you hard against the wall or a table. You love being fucked, love letting go. And I love catching you, baby. Love it so damn much. I’m not sure what you’re seeing in a dumb muscle man, but I’m glad you do, and I’ll try to keep you as long as you’ll let me.”
    Adam began to think the monster cock was the only thing holding him up. He wanted to tell Denver he liked him for more than his muscle, that nobody had ever, ever been this patient with him, that he was pretty sure the only reason he’d been able to piss on a tire was because Denver had told him he could, that nobody had ever been able to calm him like Denver was able to calm him. But he was too strung out from everything, too full of cock, too full of cum and lust and everything in the world to speak. So he just stared into Denver’s eyes and listened. Stayed quiet for him. Obeyed him, because his directives were fast becoming lifelines.
    The idea that Denver might be interested in continuing to give them to him was more than Adam could comprehend.
    Because he couldn’t speak, he pressed his lips to Denver’s, and Denver responded by swallowing him in a deep kiss full of tongues and growls and enough intensity to make Adam shake. While they kissed, Denver pushed the base of the dildo in and out of him a little, fucking him gently, and Adam relaxed for him, taking the cock deeper and better, to please him, to please himself.
    When Denver undid the tie at his waist and pulled out the cock and fiddled with his jeans to produce his own, Adam was so lost he tried to take him raw. Only Denver stopped him, hushing him and whispering, “Wait a minute, baby, I gotta put on the condom,” and then he pushed inside Adam deep and hard.
    Adam rode him, digging his fingers into Denver’s shoulders while he pumped himself up and down on his lover’s cock, as Denver thrust and nipped at his mouth and chin with kisses. “Yeah, baby. So hot. That’s it, take me deep, baby. Take me deep.” At one point he turned Adam around, first to spread him wide across his thighs to ride Denver’s cock backward, then forward onto his forearms, ass up so Denver could push into him in earnest.
    “Gonna give it to you hard, baby, just like you asked,” he promised as he began to piston fast and hard, making Adam groan and melt deeper into the padding. “Gonna pound you until you scream, until you beg, until you’re fucked so hard you can’t stand and I have to carry you back into the truck.”
    He did, too. He fucked relentlessly, driving Adam to the edge of release and back again, hard, so hard it hurt just a little but in such a good, good way, hard until Adam did