A Premature Breeding

Every time Ethan lowered his head, Daniel was treated to an unobstructed sight line down his spine, which arched in at the taper of his waist, before gently giving rise again to his buttocks—two compact, unblemished mounds of flesh that Daniel could not wait to be balls-deep between.

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” Daniel pronounced.

Ethan was rather hoping it wouldn’t come to this, and he had been doing everything in his power to preempt it: Daniel had a meat train for a cock, but all the same, Ethan made a point to gobble up the whole thing to the hilt, dutifully, but also because the untrimmed copse that carpeted Daniel’s groin diffused a damp, heady musk that so intoxicated Ethan that he was willing to sink his head down as far as possible, until his tonsils came up strained and his nose nuzzled Daniel’s wild undergrowth.

Daniel was awaiting a response, or an acknowledgement, at the very least, but Ethan seemed in no particular hurry to provide one. Instead, he traced his lips back up Daniel’s veined shaft—slowly, even meticulously, which was to say it was taking a while. Then, stopping short right below the rim of Daniel’s domed, circumcised cock head, he just held him there, teasing his frenulum with the tip of his tongue before finally releasing him from his mouth.

“I don’t know,” Ethan equivocated, as Daniel’s cock flopped back onto his belly with a heavy splat.

“You don’t know?” Daniel repeated, slightly annoyed. With his thumb, he propped his cock back up against Ethan’s face, which it ran the whole length of, and let him polish its underside with his tongue for a bit.

“Not sure if I can take it.”

“Ain’t you at least gonna try?” Daniel wasn’t about to fall for that.

“Aren’t you close though?”

That was it. In a fit, Daniel grabbed Ethan by the throat, and felt his Adam’s apple bob against his palm.

“Don’t get smart with me, ok?” He spat on his face, for good measure. “Turn around. Show me your hole.”

Reluctantly, Ethan obliged, maneuvering himself around and thrusting his hips back.

“Fuck…” A ring of black hair seemed at once to be guarding and marking out the rose-tinted pucker for which Daniel dove in face-first. It was silk-smooth and miraculously odorless, exactly why Daniel had acquired a taste for willow-waisted, Asian bottom imps like Ethan, for they were basically just squeaky silicone fuck toys with self-regulated body temperature. And this one had the audacity to play coy, as if he could’ve done any better than the six feet and three inches of Grade A Canadian white meat that Daniel had to offer.

“Turn over,” Daniel commanded, “I wanna watch you moan for my cock when I fuck you.”

Ethan tried not to roll his eyes—the spitting in the face had already tested his patience, and he decided he would allow Daniel to put the head in—maybe one or two pumps at most—before he would rehash the excuse of his cock being too big blah blah blah. Hell, technically he didn’t even need an excuse; he would just tell Daniel to stop, for he really had no qualms when it came to these things.

“You a gymnast or something?” Daniel asked.

“Nope,” Ethan replied, flexing his ankles comfortably behind his head, “Just yoga.”

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” Daniel snarled as he drizzled a generous amount of lube first onto Ethan’s hole, then all over his own cock.

“You on PrEP?”

“Yeah, you?”

“No, I’m not,” Ethan lied.

“It’s fine.”

“Are you really, though?” Ethan played along. “Don’t fuck with me.”

“I’m on PrEP.” Daniel spread his palms downward like, “Case closed.”

“Fine,” Ethan conceded, lying back.

Daniel’s overzealous attempt at lubrication alas backfired, and he kept slipping past Ethan’s clenched sphincter, which just made him even more gung-ho at breaching it.

“Ugh, fuck…” Daniel muttered in exasperation as he missed the mark once more, beginning to sweat on his forehead.

Ethan still couldn’t decide if he found Daniel good-looking—he did have the bone structure, but was he handsome? Meanwhile, what the jury was no longer out on was the body on this guy, long and lean lines everywhere, with slabs for pecs and a curious, asymmetrical seven-pack—Ethan counted. He would love nothing more than to lie him down, oil him up, worship his body like a Greek statue while edging him to within an inch of his life, until he begged for sweet release… Sadly, all Daniel seemed to want to do is get sucked and fuck, but supposedly refined tastes required cultivation.

Finally, Daniel managed to wedge his cock head into Ethan—and what a strange sensation that Ethan never quite warmed to, like holding in a bowel movement but in reverse. Speaking of which, he did take a huge, smooth shit that morning, the kind that barely left anything on the toilet paper, so at least that’s one thing he didn’t have to worry about.

At the halfway mark, Daniel suddenly pulled out: “God, you’re so tight…”

Putting his legs back down, Ethan leapt at the chance to suggest, “Let me just suck you off.”

“No, it was in!” Daniel protested. “It was in, though.”

“Ok…” Ethan weighed his options. “You want me to sit on you?”

“If it makes it easier…” Daniel chimed along, with a wide-eyed earnestness.

“Alright…”

The doctors said that the squatting position was a more natural one for the rectum; thus, straddling Daniel and his faultless physique, which glistened presently with a sheen of perspiration, Ethan lowered himself and allowed the immensity of Daniel’s organ dilate him with a newfound ease—even confidence.

“Yeah, that feels better,” Ethan confirmed, sliding himself up and down Daniel’s slick dick pole still semi-tentatively.

“Yeah, you like that?” Daniel egged Ethan on, impressed by the fact that, as Ethan rode him, his uncut, brown dicklet was at full mast, its glossy head flushed vermilion. Then, Daniel’s eyes rolled back, and his already taut belly tightened up even more, because Ethan had somehow managed to sit all the way down on his cock, and Daniel went: “Orhhh…”

“Ugh, your cock feels good in me,” grunted Ethan, sincerely, amidst the din of slapping flesh.

“Wha… ooh… unhhh… awww…” Daniel was an inarticulate mess for a while, but then abruptly warned, “Fuck, don’t move.”

“What’s wrong?” Ethan froze mid-squat. He knew what was wrong, but he was just getting into his rhythm.

“If you move the tiniest bit I’m gonna cum,” Daniel explained.

“Really? Not even like this?”

“Nah, I swear to God… no… shit… oh shit…”

Ethan felt the twitches—one, two, three, four, five in all—as Daniel deposited his premature load up into his ass.

“Fuck, you didn’t listen,” Daniel scolded Ethan when it was all over.

“I did,” Ethan countered, a bit more petulantly than intended, before guiding Daniel’s clammy palm to his dick: “Come on now, it’s my turn.”

“You gonna shoot your load with daddy’s cock still inside you, hmm?” Daniel began to tug on Ethan in short, furious—almost vengeful—strokes.

“You’re not even that much older than me,” Ethan wanted to say, but confessed instead: “I’m really close.”

“Yeah, shoot everywhere for me,” Daniel demanded through gritted teeth, and almost immediately got his wish as ropes of thick cum lassoed out of Ethan’s otherwise inconspicuous tool.

“Fuck!” Daniel exclaimed, squinting through one eye because a string of cum had landed diagonally across his face, which Ethan had just decided, at that very moment, was in fact handsome.

Amused and utterly satisfied, Ethan unplugged Daniel’s flagging cock from himself and offered: “Stay there. Let me grab you a cum rag.”