Summer Fever

because he chuckled.
    “I thought not.”
    He ran his hands freely over my body, reinforcing my nakedness. I squirmed uncomfortably. I couldn’t think what was causing this reaction; I’d fucked and been fucked in just about every possible combination of dress and undress and I’d never felt so… exposed.
    “Kiss me,” he demanded.
    I leaned forward and kissed him. His lips were soft against mine and he opened his mouth, inviting me in. I began to relax, letting our tongues duel playfully when I felt his hands on my nipples.
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    He rubbed his thumbs over my nipples before he took them between his thumb and forefinger, gently twisting and pinching them. He must have felt my cock digging into his stomach, but he just kept playing with my nipples until I was burning with arousal.
    He broke the kiss and yanked me forward roughly, pulling me into a position where he could suck on one of them. He tugged on the nipple with his teeth, just sharp enough to send a shiver of pained pleasure through me. I started grinding against his chest.
    He released me only to start on the other nipple. Now, I’m hardwired, nipple to cock. The more you play with my nipples the harder I get, so I was aching for some action. My hips were swaying as he held me suspended off his lap.
    I had locked my fingers behind his neck and I hung on for dear life as I moaned, and writhed against his mouth.
    Finally he pushed me away and I sank down on his thighs to catch my breath. I could feel him rub his cock in the valley between my cheeks, and I remembered that he was going to fuck me.
    Men are made to fuck. We like to stick our dicks into something tight and hot and pump like hell ‘til we come. And I had surely enjoyed fucking Russ.
    But the other side of being versatile is getting fucked. Sure, it hurts a little, especially at first, until you learn how to take it. But once you experience it, you always feel a little empty without a dick up your ass.
    And it gives you a chance to be on the other side of things. Instead of penetrating, you’re the one getting penetrated. There’s something submissive and yet incredibly powerful about getting fucked. And I can’t think of anything that makes me feel more like a man than the feeling of a man’s cock, hard for me, sliding inside me.
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    So it’s not like I didn’t want to do this, I did. I just had a feeling that maybe something more was going on here than I could handle. However, what with my melty knees, there wasn’t going to be a lot of resistance from me. I couldn’t remember how to think anyway. I could only feel.
    So I spread my cheeks as well as I could and tried to trap his cock between my buttocks, signaling my willingness to go on.
    “You want me, don’t you?”
    I nodded.
    “Tell me you want me. I need to hear it.” Even though he was giving me an order, there was something in his voice that made me feel like I was the one on top. “I want you, Russ, I want you bad.” I started to shake, the words seem to release something and I began to realize how desperate I was for him. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…” I started to chant mindlessly, rocking in time to my words.
    He tapped my hands. “Keep them right there.” I nodded and watched as he found the condom packet and lube that he’d put on the table. He lifted me up and told me to kneel while he put the condom on.
    Then still in place, I knelt there passively as he applied lube to my entrance, trembling as he circled my hole with his finger.
    I let out a breath in a long sigh when he pushed into me, stroking the inner walls with his finger, probing until he found my prostate. My cock jumped when he found it and I let out another gasp.
    He inserted another finger and I felt the burn of stretched muscles. It was uncomfortable, but I knew it would pass, so I tried to focus on the 38

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    feeling of his fingers stretching me, scissoring inside, loosening the tight ring of muscle.
    “Russ!” I gasped. “Do it, fuck me now… I’m ready….” He looked at me as if trying to judge how I was doing, still stroking inside me with his long, slender fingers. “Okay, baby.” He replaced his fingers with his cock, pressing it against me, pushing until the head popped inside. He was a little bigger than I was prepared for, and I froze with my mouth open in shock.
    His hands were soothing on my back. “Breathe, babe, take a deep breath.”
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