Page 5 of Wedding Wrecker

So pliant and happy to just be mine for a while.

I reach into my pocket, and hand him a condom. “Open it for me.” I can do it myself, but I want to see him eager to be fucked.

In the meanwhile, I rip open a little packet of lube with my teeth, already focused on the puckered hole between his buttocks.

Kyle exhales as he offers me the opened rubber, and his gaze makes me steam up, dark as two cups of coffee. “Here,” he whispers, as if he were afraid the horses might overhear us.

My dick is so stiff and ready for his tight little hole when I put on the condom. I drizzle the lube straight onto his asshole and spread it with my thumb. I’m gonna enjoy every second of fucking him here in the soft hay.

“See, you don’t need that much light to ride after dark,” I say because he seems a bit nervous, even if horny as fuck.

Kyle chuckles, and as he lowers his chest, his flannel and T-shirt ride up, exposing more of his back. “I suppose not. I bet that’s not the kind of entertainment you expected to find here.”

I stroke that new bit of flesh on display. “No. So much better than what I expected. I thought I’d ride some old mare, and I got myself a thoroughbred.” I rock forward to rub my cock against his buttock as I screw my thumb into him. But while he’s been so pliant, now his body tenses, and his muscles clamp down on my digit as he takes a deep breath.

The truth dawns on me like a cold shower. I would have noted all the earlier signs if I wasn’t so damn horny.

“Is this your first time doing this?”

The moment of silence tells me everything before he manages to confirm my suspicions with words. “Um... well, yes, but I want it,” he says, glancing over the shoulder.

I have to take a deep breath and put all my self-control into speaking when all I want to do is to pin him down to the hay with my cock. “Are you sure? We can enjoy other things if you change your mind.” I howl on the inside. Please don’t change your mind.

He wouldn’t be the first guy whose V-card I’ve taken, and while it’s hardly a fetish, I have to admit I enjoy it. Things run the risk of getting awkward, but when they don’t, it’s glorious. I get to squeeze out the raw emotion, and the guy remembers me forever, because you never forget your first.

His muscles relax, and I get to move my thumb in his warm hole. He licks his lips, so overcome with need he can barely think straight. “Logan, I need your cock,” he repeats and lowers his face into the hay.

His words resonate through my chest and ricochet into my balls. I’m gonna come so hard. I’ll have him squealing until he has to bite his hand. I stroke the back of his head while I roll my thumb inside him to get him used to the feeling of being penetrated.

“Good boy,” I whisper.

He leans into my touch like a needy pooch. “Yes, I am,” Kyle mutters, pushing his hips back.

The motion makes his tight ring swallow the rest of my thumb, and I grin, squeezing his buttock hard enough to leave the imprint of my fingers for several seconds. He moans, startled, but instead of pulling away, he rocks that beautiful backside, practically begging me to drill him.

He won’t have to ask me twice. What a gem! I might even fuck him every time I visit my parents.

I pull out my thumb and toy with his hole with my fingertip a while longer, adding more lube, but then it’s go time. I drizzle the rest of the lube over my cock and press the head to his opening. I let it slide up and down in his crack a few times, just enjoying the view, and grin at the needy moan he makes. No point in making him suffer any longer.

My cockhead is at his hole once more, pressing, and it takes all my self-control and reminding myself that Kyle is a virgin to not push in like a barbarian claiming his bride. He stiffens again, but I wait, applying gentle pressure until his body stops resisting.

I groan as my dick slides in, pushing through the tight passage that makes me see whole constellations at the backs of my eyelids.

“Oh God… oh fuck,” Kyle mutters, but he’s not resisting, and as I see him clutch hay in his fists, a grin of satisfaction pulls on my lips.

He’s such a delicious surprise that I want to go to town on his ass already, but once my cockhead passes through his sphincter, I stop to let him adjust to the presence inside. I stroke his thigh all the way to his buttock and back.

What a fucking stud. Mine only. He was ripe fruit and I was the first to notice. Now I'm biting into the sweetness, knowing something no one else does.

“Remember how big it was in your hand?” I whisper, lowering myself over him to kiss the back of his head. I lick the salty sweat off my lips with arousal pooling in my balls.

Before he can answer, I use this moment of distraction and thrust forward so that my hips flatten his bouncy ass. I love the combination of soft and hard in him.

Soft lips. Hard abs.

Soft ass. Hard dick.

Soft hair. Hard thighs.