Page 39 of Iron

“Fuck, dammit, Gavin,” he growls in frustration, “please touch me inside, please, please.”

Pleased at his trust, I flick open the lube and pour it onto my fingers, then over his ass. He hisses with the cold, but it won’t last long. I tongue him again, feeling him flutter, then set a finger against him, letting him feel it there, not pushing, just touching.

“Ok?” I ask as I flick my tongue around him, and he presses back onto me, whining.

“Words, TJ,” I murmur. “Is this ok?” I circle his hole with my finger, barely touching him.

“God, yes, please go in,” he finally begs.

I let just the tip slide in.

“Ah, fuck, ah, god,” he pants.

“Okay, baby?” I ask. “Breathe for me. Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“Oh, fuck yeah, fuck yeah,” he groan pressing down, trying to shove himself onto my hand. “More. Please. God, more.”

Slowly, so slowly, I slide my finger inside and release a small moan of my own. He’s so damned tight. Soft heat, pulling and pushing and sucking. I imagine him around my cock and shudder. Not yet.

“Doing ok, baby?” I ask.

“Ah, god, that’s amazing, Gavin,” he groans. “Nothing like before. So good, full, ah, fuck yeah.”

I press up slightly and he screams for me.

“Oh fuck! That’s it, isn’t it? Holy fuck. Nothing like the toy, oh my god, more.”

Toy, huh? Hm, my baby likes to play with his ass.

“Have you fucked this sweet ass with a toy, baby?” I say, pumping my finger now, brushing over his prostate with each pass.

He’s speechless, tossing his head back and forth like I might stop if he admits it.

I still. “You have to talk to me, TJ,” I say in a low voice.

His pants and whines almost make me laugh.

“I asked you a question, baby. I’m going to stop until you answer me. Just like we said.”

“Oh, fuck, dammit mouth,” he pants.

Gavin, you will not laugh.

“Ok, yes, I have a toy, a machine, ok? Is that ok?” he admits, and I resume stroking.

“Hm, a machine, huh? And you make it fuck you?”

He nods frantically. His cock is leaking pre-cum, bubbling out as I brush over his spot.

“No fuck buddy?” I croon as I increase speed slightly, and his legs are trembling.

“Don’t,” he grunts, “trust a guy,” another grunt, “to fuck me. Ah, fuck. Machine is,” a whine, “safe.”

“Oh, good boy, telling me all of that,” I croon, wrapping my lips around his cock and sucking. The words have the effect I expect, and his entire body shudders as his orgasm takes him over. I fuck his ass a little faster with my finger, gently brushing over his spot, and he screams as he comes, hands gripping his knees so tightly I think he’ll leave marks.

“Oh. Oh my god. Oh, god, Gavin. So good, oh fuck, so good, feels so good,” he cries out as the spasms grip him. I swallow each wave as his cock throbs in my mouth until he finally shudders to a stop.

I pull my finger from him, wiping my hand on a tissue and slide up his body. I tug him to my side, head on my shoulder, and I kiss the top of his head, molding him to me. I pull his hand up, raising it to my lips to kiss his limp fingers, then setting it down on my chest with my hand over it.