Recap: Leo finally gave in. Ethan brought out the lube, spread it between his cheeks, and started grinding slow, teasing strokes against his hole. What began as “just the tip” turned into Ethan burying his whole cock inside Leo's hole. And when Leo moaned out Ethan’s name, Ethan just laughed and said, “Knew you’d take a cock better than that girl in the porn video.”
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Ethan's cock was still buried inside me.. Breathing heavy against my back like he was trying not to bust already.
Each thrust dragged a low, helpless “ahh” from my throat. Not even trying to hold it in anymore. His hips moved in slow, greedy strokes; cock thick, warm, pushing me open again and again. I’d never felt this full in my life.
"ahh - fuck..."
"ahh - fuck..."
"Yeah you like that," he grunted, fingers digging into my waist. "Taking it like a fuckin’ princess."
He pulled out halfway, then pushed back in, smooth and slow.
"uhhmm - fuck, Eth..."
Then he stilled.
“Is it too much?” he asked, chest heaving.
I nodded, barely able to speak. “Maybe just… more lube.”
He laughed and pulled out, his cock wet and shiny, hanging heavy and twitching. “Just when I thought you were the cocky one, acting all slutty like you’d been done this before.”
Just when I thought I was in control, this big dumb gym bro’s cock destroyed my hole. I was putting on a show, being the tease, thinking I was the one seducing him. But fuck… his dick is massive. Not just long... it's fucking thick. Stupid thick. The kind that stretches everything in you that’s never been touched. And it wasn’t even the size. It was the way he stroked deep, every thrust pushing into that spot that made my knees tremble. It was ruining me.
I looked over my shoulder and caught him grinning like he was proud that his cock was too much for him, bottle of lube in his hand. He squeezed out more...a lot more...letting it pour over his shaft and down his fingers.
“Bro,” he laughed, coating his cock again, “we’re gonna run out of lube before I even get to cum.”
He reached between my cheeks and rubbed more inside, this time slow, almost gentle. I shivered under his touch, cock pressing into the couch again, leaking. He lined up against my hole once again, and this time, it wasn’t a fight..his cock slid in smooth. I gasped into the cushions.
There was this filthy sound. A wet, loud squelch when Ethan’s cock entered me; like something sticky being pushed too deep, too fast. It wasn’t just one sound either. It was every stroke after that. The lube was everywhere. My crack, my thighs, dripping down the balls all the way to the couch. Every inch of me felt slippery.
Ethan’s whole body pressed down against my back as he started moving; his hips jerking up and down, cock gliding like he was finally finding the rythym..
“Fuck, I think that’s a lot of lube,” he laughed while his cock thrusted harder into me.
I turned my head slightly and mumbled, playing sweet, breathless.
“I’m not sure how much is too much...”
He chuckled dark against my ear.
I bit my lip, still holding onto that fake shy act, but truth was? The lube was doing its job. I was getting used to the size...finally. My hole didn’t feel like it was being split open anymore. It felt… full. So fucking full. But the good kind. Like every slow pull out and shove back in was warming me from the inside, spreading me in the filthiest way.
His cock glided easier now, but the stretch stayed. The thickness, the curve, the way the head of his cock bumped my hole every-time his cock slipped out and he slammed it back in. Every thrust made my thighs twitch, every slide dragged a moan out of me.
" fuck, Ethan you are so fucking huge..."
The skin of my hole was stretched tight around him, clinging and resisting, then giving in ...again and again. He picked up speed and his thrusts got harder, faster and deeper. I couldn’t keep still. I was moving with him now, pushing back on instinct.
My arms braced against couch, forehead pressed down, legs, ass arched back.. and trembling.
I didn’t say it, but I was loving it. Loving how his cock felt like it belonged there.
How each stroke pulled a little more of me apart. And how I was still leaking onto the couch even though I hadn’t even touched myself.
He grunted behind me, rough hands gripping my hips tighter as his thrusts got deeper, more rhythmic. “Fuck, your hole's like sucking my cock, bro…”
I gasped, pushing back without thinking. Slowly at first. Just enough to feel more of him. Then again...deeper this time. My own hips moving now, matching his. Meeting each thrust. Grinding into it.
He noticed.
“Ohhh shit mann,” Ethan groaned, voice hoarse. “You’re fuckin’ twerking on my cock now?”
I laughed, breath shaky. “I-I don’t know. It just… feels good.”
“Yeah?” His hands slid down to my ass, thumbs pulling the cheeks apart wider as he stared down at where we connected. “Look at this greedy little hole. So much for wanting just the tip.”
I was too far gone to be embarrassed. His cock kept hitting that spot..fuck, that spot and my body was answering on its own.
“Shit, man, you’re deep,” I whispered, rocking back harder. “I didn’t think I could take this much.”
Ethan’s voice dropped, thick and filthy. “You’re takin’ it like a fuckin’ princess, bro.”
He leaned down, body flush against mine again. I could feel the sweat on his chest sticking to my back, his breath on my neck.
“You hear that?” he growled, hips still pumping. The wet, slap-squelch-slap sound of our bodies colliding filled the room. “That’s your ass making music.”
“F-Fuck,” I whimpered, face buried in the couch cushion, cock trapped underneath me, leaking like crazy. Ethan had stopped moving; his body still, chest heaving behind me. I could feel just the head of his cock barely inside, like he’d paused to catch his breath.
But I didn’t wait.
Instinct took over.
I rocked my hips back slow, deliberately. His cock slid in with a wet, slippery ease, stretching me open again. I adjusted around it, let it sink all the way inside. My hole clenched, greedy.
And honestly… I don’t even know when I forgot to keep pretending. Pretending to be all innocent, all shy, all princessy for this hot straight guy. At that point, my ass just started swallowing his cock on its own...again and again while he stood there frozen, watching me work it back and forth.
His voice broke the silence, low and breathless. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Use my cock, man. Fuckin’ ride it. I’m just here for the show.”
Then a filthy little chuckle into my ear.
“I knew you were pretending to be some fuckin’ virgin, you cock-hungry whore.”
The second I felt that filthy little chucked in my ear, I knew the game had changed.
Ethan grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back so my spine arched and my ass jutted even higher. “You want it?” he growled into my ear, his breath hot.
“Yeah, I do” I barely got it out before he slammed his hips forward, burying himself balls-deep in one brutal stroke. The sound was filthy, lubed-up squelches and my gasp mixing in the same beat. My knees slid forward on the couch, the whole thing creaking under us.
He didn’t bother with a rhythm at first..just fucked me with deep, rough thrusts that knocked the air out of me each time, his grip in my hair controlling my every move. My cock was leaking onto the cushion, but I couldn’t care less. I was too busy feeling every vein, every inch, ramming into me like he was trying to destroy my hole.
“Fucking knew you weren’t a virgin,” he grunted, punctuating it with a savage pull on my hair. “You take cock like a wh-o-re”
I moaned something that wasn’t even words...just a desperate sound pushing back into each thrust. My ass burned and stretched and loved it.
“Look at you,” Ethan grunted, his voice rough. “The way your ass is automatically moving back on my cock… if I don’t thrust for a second, I can feel you pushing yourself back.”
I laughed through my panting. “You can’t blame me. You looked like you needed a release, and I just wanted to help a bro out…”
Ethan’s hands spread my cheeks apart, rough palms gripping me open. “Fuck. Now that I know you can take it—”
SLAM.
“—I ain’t gonna act like you’re some little princess. I’m giving it to you real.”
SLAM.
His pace turned vicious with his hips snapping forward so hard the couch jolted under us. My body shook from the force, each thrust driving him impossibly deep.
SLAM.
“Fuck, bro,” he groaned, “I can feel the difference already. Your hole ain’t shy anymore.”
“F-fuck, Ethan - fuck me harder --”
“Yeah? You want this, boy?”
“Yeah -” I barely got it out before he grabbed my waist like a handle, dragging me back onto him.
He fucked harder, meaner, his grip locking me in place. The sound of skin smacking echoed in the room, my breath ragged and broken.
“Even chicks don’t take cock this good,” sweat dripping down his neck as he pounded me.
My head dropped forward, forehead against the couch arm, ass still arched and open for him. Every time his cock bottomed out, a raw moan tore out of me.
“That’s it,” he growled, “Show me how bad you want to be bred.”
I moaned something desperate, barely even aware of my own voice, because all I could think about was him filling me until I couldn’t move without feeling it leak out.
His hips slammed forward with no mercy, his cock battering my hole so deep it felt like it had a mind of its own, stretching me wider with every brutal thrust. The squelch of lube and pre-cym mixed with the sharp smack of his body crashing into mine, the room thick with the stink of sweat, sex, and straight boy filth.
I gasped into the couch cushion, voice muffled and broken. “F-fuck, Ethan… oh jesus, fuck me….”
“Jesus is not here,” he snarled against my ear, his breath hot and ragged. “It’s just me. And my cock. And your greedy fucking hole.”
He pulled my head back by the hair so I was arched, his chest flat against my back. His grip was so tight I could feel my scalp burn, but the pain just made my cock leak harder. My ass spread wide around him as he drove deeper, his balls slapping heavy against me, each thrust meaner than the last.
“Listen to you,” Ethan laughed breathlessly, rutting harder, sweat dripping off him. “Whining like a bi-tch in heat. That shy act’s fucking gone, huh? You’re just a cock hungry hole now.”
I tried to reply, but all that came out was a moan as I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts like my body couldn’t survive without his dick in my ass. My cock rubbed against the couch, pre pooling under me, soaking the fabric.
“That’s it,” he hissed, pulling me tighter into his lap. “Ride it. Show me how much you fucking want it.”
My ass clenched around him and he groaned, almost feral. “Oh fuck. You’re squeezing me like you’re begging me to finish in you. That what you want? You want me to pump you full?”
“Yes...fuck--yes Ethan please..” I was a mess, head spinning, body nothing but nerve endings and raw hunger.
“Beg louder,” he growled, teeth grazing my neck. “Say it so I fucking hear it.”
“I want it..please, Ethan, breed me..fill me up..”
He slammed into me so hard I felt stars bursting behind my eyes. His hand stayed tangled in my hair, yanking me back into every brutal thrust, the other gripping my hip like he’d leave bruises for days.
“Fucking cockwh-o-re,” he spat, pounding me like he was trying to split me open. “First you pretend you can’t take it, all shy and sweet, then the second I loosen up you’re taking dick like you’ve been waiting your whole fucking life.”
“I have” I gasped, voice breaking. “I’ve been waiting..oh fuck..Ethan-”
He laughed, a low, cruel sound, hips snapping faster. “Yeah? Waiting for me? Waiting for your straight buddy to knock you up like some cheap sl-ut?”
“Yes..yes..” I was gone, shaking, sweat dripping down my face as I shoved my ass back into him, greedy for every savage stroke.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he hissed, forehead pressing to the back of my neck as his thrusts grew sloppy, harder, more desperate. “You’re gonna milk it right out of me. I’m not even gonna last.”
“Don’t pull out,” I begged, shameless now, voice cracking. “Please, Ethan, I want it inside. I want it all..”
He growled deep in his chest and slammed into me so hard my knees buckled, his cock bottoming out and staying there, thick and pulsing inside me. His whole body shook as he grabbed my waist in both hands, holding me flush against him.
“Fuck..fuck, take it..take it, boy” His voice broke into a raw groan as the first hot spurt filled me.
I screamed into the couch cushion as I felt him release, thick jets of cum flooding my ass, warmth spreading deeper with every pulse of his cock. His hips jerked, grinding in small desperate circles as he pumped every drop into me.
“Dude..fuck..” he snarled, teeth gritted, holding me still while he unloaded. “You’re mine now. You’re bred. You fucking asked for it.”
My whole body trembled, clenching around him, milking every drop. His cum spilled out around his cock, leaking down my thighs, filthy and wet.
I gasped, dizzy, my cock untouched but throbbing painfully against the couch. I rocked back once more, forcing him even deeper, desperate to feel every ounce he had to give.
“Fucking hell,” he groaned, collapsing against me, chest wet with sweat against my back. His cock twitched inside me, softening slowly, still buried deep.
“Ethan,” I whispered, still shaking. “I can feel it… leaking out…”
“Good,” he rasped into my ear, voice dark and low. “I want you dripping all night. So you remember who fucked you open.”
I whimpered, pressing my ass tighter against him even though my hole was raw and stretched. Then I felt his body shift, his weight pulling away. For a second I panicked at the sudden emptiness, and then his cock slid out with a wet, filthy sound.
Only then did I realize I’d already blown my load all over the couch without even touching myself. The second his cum hit me, the pressure broke. My cock had rubbed raw against the cushions, smearing streaks of my release into the fabric. The shame and thrill of it made my knees weak.
I stood up slowly, shaky, my thighs unsteady. Cum dripped down both ways; thick and heavy out of my ass, and still leaking from the tip of my cock. I looked down at the mess, strands connecting me to the couch like I’d been fucked up silly. The thought alone nearly made me hard again.
Ethan, still catching his breath, wiped his forehead with the back of his arm and gave a short laugh. “I’m so glad my date cancelled.”
I snorted, shifting against the ruined couch. “Please.Don’t do the whole pretending act. I am pretty sure you ditched her because you wanted to fuck.”
His grin widened, unashamed. “Yeah, well… it was fucking worth it.”
I stretched, cum still leaking out of me, and shot him a look. “And for the record, I’m glad I pretended I was a virgin. Watching you try to be all sweet and careful? Kinda hot.”
Ethan barked out a laugh, shaking his head. “Until I found out you were lying. Then I gave it to you for real. You got exactly what you asked for, bro.”
“Yeah,” I groaned, touching my sore ass with a grin. “And then some.”
He bent down to grab his shirt off the floor, glancing at me with that stupid cocky smile. “Guess that makes you my official date-cancel booty call. Or a pre-game warm-up. Whichever way you want it.”
I smirked, leaning back into the cushions. “Why not both?”
The way he looked at me, sweaty and satisfied and already hungry for more, made me think I’d just become his go-to fuck before every date.
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