“Well… have you thought about doing more?”
Cruz’s hand suddenly stopped squeezing my ass and he slowly pulled it out of my underwear completely.
“You mean…fucking you?”
“Yeah… I mean… if you want to,” I stammered, suddenly feeling extremely exposed as I stared at the wall again. “Like… only if you wanna try it.”
Cruz stayed silent for what felt like an eternity. His eyes were locked on mine in the dim bedroom light, dark and unreadable, searching my face like he was trying to decide whether I was serious or just caught up in the heat of the moment. My heart was slamming against my ribs so hard I was convinced he could hear every single frantic beat. The only sounds in the room were our breathing, rough and uneven, and the faint creak of the mattress under his heavy frame. His thick cock was still grinding against my ass; hot and throbbing, like it had a heartbeat of its own that matched the pulse racing through my entire body.
Finally he spoke, voice low and rough, almost gravelly from how turned on he was.
“Never fucked a dude before…”
He paused, letting the words hang heavy between us. Then a small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, that same confident, lazy smirk that had been driving me insane since he first walked into the apartment.
“…but how different can it be?”
I smiled nervously, my voice barely above a whisper, trembling with equal parts fear and raw want.
“Why don’t you find out?”
Cruz did not answer with words. Instead he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my underwear and slowly dragged them down over my hips. I lifted my ass slightly to help him, face burning as the fabric slid past my cheeks and down my thighs until it bunched around my knees. He yanked the blanket completely off our bodies and tossed it to the floor with a soft thud. The cool air hit my newly exposed skin immediately, raising goosebumps everywhere, but the heat coming off Cruz’s body kept me warm, almost feverish.
When my ass was fully bare he let out a low, appreciative whistle.
“Wofff. Fuckk… Yeah shit… your ass might be better than my ex-girlfriend’s ass.”
He ran both rough palms over my cheeks, squeezing hard enough to make the flesh dimple under his grip, then spreading them slightly so the cool air kissed my hole. Two light, playful spanks landed on each side and I jolted forward, a surprised moan slipping out of me before I could stop it. I felt completely exposed and vulnerable, my face pressed into the pillow, ass up and open for him. Inner voice screaming inside my head: He is really looking at me like this. Taylor’s brother is staring at my hole like he owns it. And I am letting him. Fuck, I want him to fuck me so bad. I want him to take every inch of me until I cannot think straight.
Cruz leaned down, hot breath fanning across my lower back and the cleft of my ass.
“Fuck, look at that tight little hole. It’s already twitching for me.”
Without thinking I squeezed my hole, clenching and releasing in quick little pulses, showing off for him. Cruz groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through my skin.
“Shit… look at that wink… fuck, do it again.”
I did it again, slower this time, feeling the air hit my exposed skin every time I opened up for him. The humiliation and arousal twisted together until I could not tell them apart anymore. My cock was leaking steadily now, dripping onto the sheets below me.
Cruz sat back on his heels, voice thick.
“Got lube?”
My voice came out shaky and small.
“Yeah, in the drawer next to you.”
He reached over, grabbed the bottle, popped the cap, and squirted a generous amount onto his thick cock, stroking himself once to coat his cock. Then he dripped more directly onto my hole. The cold gel made me flinch, but his finger followed immediately, sliding in slowly, working me open with one finger, then two, generously applying it until I relaxed around him.
“Yeah, let’s see how this feels,” he muttered, almost to himself.
He lined up the fat head and pushed forward slowly. I tensed at first. The stretch burned sharp and immediate, way more intense than his fingers.
“Yeah yeah, I know I’m thick,” he said, pausing to let me breathe through it.
I let out a nervous laugh despite the burn.
“It’s okay, keep going…”
Cruz went slow, pausing every inch or two to let me adjust.
“Yeah, that’s better?”
I nodded, breathing hard through my nose.
When the head finally popped inside he groaned deep in his chest.
“Fuck yeahhh, that is tight as fuck.”
I whimpered, gripping the sheets so hard my knuckles turned white. Cruz held still for a moment, letting me get used to the thickness splitting me open.
“Yeah… fuck… that hole is begging for my cock,” he muttered again, almost like he could not believe how good it felt to fuck a dude.
He started shallow thrusts, inching deeper each time. My body opened up slowly around him. The burn turned into a deep, aching fullness that made my own cock leak steadily onto the sheets below me, a wet spot growing larger with every slow push.
Cruz pulled out briefly, flipped me onto my stomach, then lifted my hips so I was on all fours.
“Get on all fours and spread out for me.”
I obeyed instantly, knees wide, ass up high, face pressed into the pillow. Cruz got back behind me, one big hand on my lower back pushing me down into a deeper arch. He tapped his slick cock against my hole a few times.
“Yeah, look at it opening up already.”
He slid back in from behind, this time sinking deeper in one long, slow push until his hips met my cheeks. Both of us moaned at the same time.
“FFUCK yeahh bro… fuck yeah.”
Cruz started fucking in earnest now — long, steady strokes that made the bed creak under us.
“Very different from fucking a chick… maybe better even,” he groaned, hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks.
I replied through moans, trying to sound cocky even though my voice was shaking.
“Yeah… shit… perks of a straight guy fucking you…”
Cruz leaned forward, hot breath against my ear.
“Yeah boy? You like straight guy cock, don’t you? You filthy boy…”
I moaned louder, pushing back to meet every thrust. Cruz’s heavy balls slapped rhythmically against me.
“Yeah… shit… feels really fucking good,” I gasped.
Cruz started fucking faster.
“Man… I think I can get used to this feeling,” he said, voice rough. Then one arm wrapped around my waist to stroke my cock in time with his thrusts.
“My cock fits perfectly in your hole,” he growled into my ear.
I laughed breathlessly.
“If only your brother knew that this is what was gonna happen when he asked me to keep you company.”
Cruz picked up speed, thrusts getting harder and deeper. I was shaking, so close from the constant prostate stimulation alone.
“You are keeping me company,” he growled. “This is the best kind of we could have ever done.”
He fucked harder, stroked me faster.
Leaned down and bit gently at the side of my neck.
“You close?”
I nodded frantically.
Cruz’s voice was strained.
“Yeah me too…”
I gasped out the words.
“Fill me up, then.”
Cruz laughed rough.
“Shit… yeah… no pulling out required.”
He buried himself deep and unloaded — thick, hot ropes flooding my insides in powerful pulses. I came at the same moment, shooting across his fingers while clenching hard around his cock. My whole body shook with the force of it, vision blurring at the edges.
Cruz stayed inside for a few seconds, breathing hard, cock still twitching with aftershocks. After a moment he pulled out slowly. I felt the warm cum leak out and drip down my thighs, pooling on the sheets. Cruz flopped beside me, pulled me against his chest in a loose, sweaty embrace.
“Fuck… dude that was insane.”
I nodded against his skin, voice hoarse and wrecked.
“Pretty fucking intense…”
We lay there catching our breath. Cruz ran lazy fingers through my hair, tracing slow circles on my scalp.
“Still think this is weird?” he asked quietly.
I shook my head, smiling against his chest.
“No. I think I want it again.”
Cruz chuckled low, the sound rumbling through his body into mine.
“Good. Because we’ve got another day before Taylor comes back.”
I did not know it yet, but letting Cruz fuck me had just changed everything. And I was already hoping that Taylor’s return was delayed… because I wanted him back in my bed tomorrow night. And every night after that… for as long as he would let me.
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