Tom reached for the bedside drawer, pulling out lube and a foil packet. He held the condom up between two fingers, eyes soft with concern. “Do you want me to cover up, baby?”
Jake shook his head quickly, cheeks flushed. “I… I haven’t been with anyone since last time. Just you.”
Tom’s face coloured, a rare blush creeping up his neck. He rubbed the back of his head, suddenly shy. “Yeah… me neither. Been waiting for you, Jakey.”
Jake’s heart flipped. “Then no condom. Please. I want to feel you.”
Tom’s grin was slow and tender. He tossed the packet aside, squirted lube into his palm, and slicked his thick length until it gleamed. Then he pulled Jake closer, kissing him with real gentleness no rush, just warmth and care while he worked slick fingers back into Jake’s hole, making sure he was ready.
Jake straddled him again, knees on either side of Tom’s broad hips. Tom’s monster cock stood straight up, angry-red and pulsing. Jake lined himself up, took a shaky breath, and began to lower himself.
The fat head breached him slowly. Even with all the prep, the stretch burned fiercely Jake’s face twisted, eyes squeezing shut as he forced himself down another inch.
Tom’s hands flew to Jake’s waist, taking some of his weight. “Hey, hey are you okay, baby?”
Jake’s palms pressed flat against Tom’s chest, nails digging in slightly. “It hurts… but it’s worth it,” he panted. “I want to make you feel good.”
Tom’s heart clenched. He wrapped his arms fully around Jake’s slim frame and, in one smooth motion, rolled them over so he was on top Jake on his back, legs spread wide, looking up at him with total trust.
“You are making me feel good,” Tom murmured, kissing Jake’s forehead, then his lips. “But we’re taking it slow so you feel good too, yeah?”
He eased out gently, added another generous squirt of lube to both of them, and lined up again. This time he pushed in inch by inch, watching Jake’s face like it was the only thing in the world. Shallow, gentle thrusts at first just rocking, letting Jake’s body adjust. Jake’s whimpers slowly turned to soft moans, his hips starting to tilt up to meet Tom’s.
“That’s it, baby boy… open up for daddy,” Tom whispered, voice low and soothing. When he felt Jake relax fully around him, he sank deeper, until his balls rested against Jake’s ass.
The rhythm built gradually long, deep strokes that dragged over Jake’s prostate on every pass. Jake’s head tipped back, mouth open in silent cries as pleasure replaced the pain entirely. Tom folded Jake’s legs higher, opening him wider, pounding harder but always controlled, always checking Jake’s eyes for any sign of discomfort.
At one point Tom pulled out completely, just to watch Jake’s hole gape pink, slick, fluttering desperately. “Fuck, look at that pretty pussy,” he groaned, rubbing the head in teasing circles before sliding back in to the hilt. Jake keened at the emptiness and the sudden fullness, loving the filthy show of it.
They switched positions fluidly Jake riding again, this time at his own pace, grinding slow and deep; Tom standing at the edge of the bed, holding Jake in his arms and bouncing him like he weighed nothing; then back to missionary, face-to-face, legs over Tom’s shoulders so he could fold Jake nearly in half and drive in deep.
The big head and thick veins tugging at Jake’s hole until they were swollen and puffy like real pussy lips. Whenever he pulled out it gaped and puckered, desperate for Tom to sink back in balls deep. The wet squelching as he drove back in made Tom groan. “Yes baby, your pussy is talking to me tonight, it’s fucking hungry.”
Throughout it all, Tom’s hand occasionally gripped Jake’s bulge in the jock strap and rubbed his taint, trying to coax a hands-free orgasm, but Jake just shook his head, breathless. “Don’t need it… just want you.”
Tom came first hips stuttering, burying himself to the root with a guttural roar. He flooded Jake’s insides with thick, hot pulses, eyes locked on Jake’s the entire time, kissing him through every spurt until they were both trembling.
When he finally pulled out, cum trickled from Jake’s swollen, gaping hole. Jake lay there utterly spent, chest heaving, body glowing with aftershocks but still hard, untouched, and completely satisfied.
Tom collapsed beside him, immediately pulling Jake into his arms. He noticed Jake’s untouched cock and frowned with gentle concern. “Baby… you didn’t get off. You sure you’re okay?”
Jake nuzzled into Tom’s sweaty chest, smiling lazily. “I loved it, Tom. Every second. I don’t need to cum to feel amazing. You made me feel perfect.”
Tom’s worry melted into a soft, relieved smile. He pressed a kiss to Jake’s damp hair. “You’re incredible, you know that?”
Jake hummed happily, curling tighter into Tom’s big arms warm, safe, surrounded by the scent and strength of the man he’d been dreaming about for weeks. Tom pulled the duvet over them both, one heavy arm draped protectively across Jake’s waist, hand splayed over his stomach.
In the quiet darkness, with Tom’s steady heartbeat under his ear, Jake fell asleep happier than he’d ever been sore, full, bred, and wrapped in the arms of the most amazing guy he could think of.
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