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Ray was laid out beneath me, eyes determined, chest rising and falling fast. His body was a mess of glistening abs, streaks of cum, and barely-contained energy. His dick stood tall, flushed and slick, pulsing slightly with every beat of his heart. Still rock-hard. Still throbbing. He hadn’t come yet—and the look in his eyes said he wasn’t in a hurry to be done.
I knelt in front of him, legs folding beneath me, and looked down at the very obvious problem between his legs. It stood proud against his stomach, twitching slightly, practically begging for attention. He hadn’t said a word, but the look on his face was pure anticipation.
“Still going strong,” I muttered, half to myself.
Ray let out a short breath of laughter. “You thought that was gonna finish me, bro?” His voice was rough around the edges, dark and low and almost smug.
I didn’t answer. I just rolled my eyes and leaned in.
Without ceremony, I wrapped my hand around his shaft again, guiding it toward my mouth as I lowered my head. I took him back in—warm and slick, the taste of him still familiar on my tongue from earlier—and immediately felt his whole body react. A shudder rolled through him, like I’d just hit reset on his entire nervous system.
He sighed—loud, long, and content. It wasn’t a dramatic sound. Just pure, honest relief.
“Goddamn,” he muttered, one hand dragging across his stomach, leaving a glistening trail in my mess. “You’ve got the warmest fuckin’ mouth.”
I hummed in response, lips sealed tight around him, and his hips gave a tiny twitch like the vibration surprised him. My fingers splayed across his stomach for balance, brushing the sticky jizz pooled between his abs, and I felt him tense under the touch.
I didn’t rush this time. I worked him slowly, taking my time, letting my lips slide down until I felt the weight of him fill me again. Every inch of him was pulsing against my tongue, every motion deliberate. My own muscles still ached, my thighs still burned from riding him, but I didn’t care. I wanted to finish what I started.
Above me, Ray groaned again. It was quieter this time, but deeper somehow. Raw. Like I’d just hit something that went straight to the base of his spine.
His hand found its way to my head again, fingers threading through my hair, pushing me deeper onto him.
I bobbed my head slowly, lips tight, tongue teasing just beneath the ridge, then pulling back to suckle at the head, collecting every drop of salty precum that spilled from him. He tasted like sweat and heat and the edge of something dangerous.
Another sigh escaped his throat—breathy, unguarded. “Dude,” Ray panted, breath catching in his throat. His voice was rough, urgent, almost disbelieving. “I want you to finger my ass until I cum,” he said, bold but shaky, like the words had been sitting just behind his teeth, waiting for the right moment to break free.
I pulled my mouth off him with a soft pop, wiped my lips on the back of my hand, and grinned up at him. “Is that an order, soldier?” I teased, voice low and amused.
Ray gave a huffed laugh, but his eyes burned with need. “Yeah. Yeah, it is.”
I nodded once. “Then roll over,” I said, rising to my knees and making room on the bed. “I need better access.”
Without hesitation, Ray flopped onto his stomach, chest pressed into the mattress with a thud, arms bracing beneath him. His big, bouncy, black muscular ass rose up automatically, high and firm like a perfect slope carved by hours in the gym. The sight alone was enough to make my breath hitch.
“Spread ‘em,” I said, more gently this time, my fingers already tingling with anticipation.
Ray reached behind himself without protest, gripping his cheeks and pulling them apart to expose his beautiful hole. There was something strangely intimate about it—not just the physical vulnerability, but the trust behind it. The silent here, take this kind of trust that felt heavier than anything he’d said out loud.
“Good,” I murmured, licking my fingers slowly, letting him hear it.
My fingertips traced the curve of his lower back first, then down, brushing the spot he’d opened up for me. He tensed, sucking in a breath as I pressed into his ring—not hard, not fast, just enough to make him feel it.
“Jesus…” he whispered into the pillow.
I let one slick finger circle him lazily before adding a second, pressing gently until I felt the resistance give. Ray groaned, deep and muffled by the mattress, hips pushing back against my hand like he needed more.
“You really like this, huh?” I said, my tone teasing, but with a little awe behind it.
“Yeah,” he breathed. “More than I should.”
I chuckled under my breath, leaning closer. “You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. Trust me, I’m honored.”
Ray let out a half-laugh, half-moan as I worked my fingers deeper, moving slowly, carefully, reading every twitch and shift of his body.
“You’re doing so good,” I whispered, free hand running along his flank as I added a third finger to Ray.
“Shiiiiit!” Ray growled, his voice muffled by the pillow but still vibrating with urgency. His whole body tensed beneath my hand as my fingers worked him open, and his fists twisted in the sheets like he was trying to anchor himself to the bed. Every muscle clenched at once like he’d been hit by a live wire. The cords in his neck stood out.
I glanced up along the line of his back—shoulders flexed, spine curved, muscles trembling. Every part of him was alive and straining.
I didn’t let up.
His hips bucked against the mattress, chasing the motion of my hand like instinct had overridden thought. His back arched just enough to keep that perfect angle, that sweet spot he didn’t want to lose. He was moving on impulse now—pure reaction.
He panted hard, breath catching between his teeth. “Holy fuck,” he gasped, hips pressing back greedily against my hand. “Keep fuckin’ going!” he barked—less a plea, more a command—but his tone cracked at the end like he couldn’t quite keep it together.
I leaned forward slightly, getting a deeper angle. “You’re really into this, huh,” I murmured, using my other hand to trace the curve of his back, following the motion of his breath. “You like that?” I asked, letting my free hand run down the small of his back.
He didn’t answer with words—just let out another sharp gasp and rocked his hips back, grinding against me like his life depended on it.
“Thought so,” I murmured, keeping my pace steady, adjusting my angle until I saw his breath hitch again.
Ray groaned loud and long, like the sound was being dragged out of him by sheer sensation. “Don’t stop,” he rasped, muscles shuddering beneath my touch. “Whatever you’re doing—just… don’t stop.”
“Damn, Ray,” I said, grinning despite myself. “You’re practically begging.”
He barked out a breathless laugh, half-wild. “Then take the hint and don’t stop, man.”
I didn’t. Not yet, anyway. “I’m not going anywhere,” I promised, my tone soothing but smug. “You asked for this, remember?”
That got a choked laugh from him—short, cut off midway as another wave of sensation hit. “Yeah,” he muttered, like it physically hurt to agree.
I stayed with him, steady and controlled, watching as tension rippled through his frame in waves. His voice rose and fell with every shift, every new sensation. Sometimes it was just breath. Sometimes it was a low curse. Sometimes it was my name.
He shivered under me, and I leaned in close enough to murmur into the curve of his neck. “You’re doing good,” I said, voice low. “You’re taking it like a pro.”
“God,” he muttered, face half-buried in the sheets now. “I can’t—this feels—Jesus, Luke…”
I could feel the heat radiating off his skin, see the sweat beading along his spine. Every part of him was vibrating with tension, coiled tight and close to something big. His breathing had gone ragged again, full-body exhales like he was trying to release the pressure inside him with each one, but it wasn’t working. He was building.
And he knew it.
“You’re close,” I said softly, just to see how he’d react.
His only answer was a noise—one of those raw, instinctive, helpless sounds people make when words stop working. A sound that let me know just how deep in it he was.
By now, my shaft had hardened again, and it hung beneath me, hot and heavy, throbbing painfully. The ache was sharp—raw and insistent—like my body was demanding more, even after everything we'd already done.
Ray was breathing hard, forehead pressed into the pillow, his back gleaming with sweat and tension. I watched my three fingers glide in and out of Ray, slick and steady, disappearing into him again and again. The sight alone was enough to make my breath hitch. The stretch. The grip. Watching the way his body welcomed it, I realized just how badly I wanted more. Needed more.
Defying Ray’s orders, I pulled my fingers out without warning, and Ray’s whole body jolted like I’d ripped the cord from an outlet. He yelped, voice muffled in the pillow. “Don’t you dare stop!” he barked, voice muffled by the pillow but thick with need. He clutched at the sheets again, practically growling now, like he was trying to get back what I’d unfairly taken from him.
But I was already moving.
Acting almost on instinct, I shifted behind him, both hands gripping his meaty ass cheeks, spreading them apart as I knelt between his legs. The heat coming off him was unreal. His back arched, muscles flexing like a live wire, and his breath caught again.
My cock—slick, throbbing—slid between his cheeks, nestling into the space my fingers had just abandoned. I let myself slide forward—just enough to tease, to let him feel the thickness between his cheeks. I dragged the length of my shaft through his crack slowly, watching the way his back arched in response. My hands squeezed his round ass, grounding myself. Ray shivered beneath me.
“Wanna try the real thing?” I asked.
“What? Nah man, just put your fingers back in,” Ray whined, his voice cracking as he squirmed against the mattress. “Make me fucking cum already,” he protested, his hands gripping the sheets to stay in place.
But even as he said it, I watched as he pushed his ass up, grinding back along the length of my shaft like he didn’t even realize he was doing it—slow, instinctive, greedy for friction. My big white cock throbbed as it slid between his round black asscheeks, nudging against the spot I’d just been working open with my fingers.
“Come on, dude,” I grinned, guiding myself along the curve of his ass, my tone half coaxing, half challenge. “You already let your girl use a strap-on. I promise the real thing feels better.” I leaned in, my voice dropping. “Way better.”
Ray groaned into the pillow, his voice muffled and thick with frustration, somewhere between a whine and a protest. “Luuuuuuke,” Ray groaned again, stretching the word out in annoyance and need—but his hips still rolled back against me, even more shameless now, aware that it was the only bare stimulation he was currently getting without my fingers back inside of him.
“Just saying,” I muttered, rubbing Ray’s asscheeks with my palms. “If you think she was good at fucking, I know you’d enjoy this.”
He didn’t say anything right away. Just stayed there, as I watched the way his back rose and fell with each shaky breath, the tension in his shoulders, the quiet need in the way he kept pushing back.
He exhaled sharply—half groan, half surrender.
“Ugh, fiiiiiine,” he grunted finally, dragging the word out like it hurt. “Do it. Just… just make it quick,” Ray muttered, trying to sound annoyed, but his voice cracked halfway through.
“You got it,” I said finally, voice low and steady. I ran my hands up his back, slow and firm. “Quick as I can manage.”
But even I didn’t believe that.
I scooped up some of my cum from earlier—still warm against Ray’s skin—and ran it along my shaft, slicking myself up. My dick twitched hard at the sensation—hot, aching, ready. The jizz-lube made the skin glisten as I worked it over, making sure every inch was coated and ready.
Ray didn’t say a word. He just stayed there on his stomach, breath rough, shoulders tense, anticipating it with intense nerves. He was positioned with one leg pulled forward, giving me access to him.
Slowly, I aligned the tip of my shaft with Ray’s fingered opening, pressing gently at first, feeling the warm resistance. His hole was still glistening, still stretched, twitching slightly as it met the pressure again. The moment was electric, the anticipation hanging thick in the air.
We both went still.
Ray inhaled sharply. His fingers dug into the sheets, like he already knew what was coming and was bracing for impact.
Then, I pushed myself in.
Slowly. Inch by inch. The pressure built—tight, intense, unrelenting.
Ray’s head jerked back toward me, eyes wide. “Oh my f-fucking GOOOOOOODDDDDD!” he roared, his voice cracking halfway through the word as my length began to slide into him.
His eyes rolled back wildly, mouth falling open, breath ragged. He smashed his face into the pillow, muffling his growls and cries as his entire body arched. His hands gripped the cheap Army-issue bedsheets so hard they began to tear at the seams. He gasped again, louder, rawer, as I eased in deeper.
“FUUUUUUUUUCK, LUUUUKE…” he cried, voice barely more than a gasp. “You’re too f—too fucking big, man…”
My palms were steady on his ass, gently massaging the muscles, trying to ease him through it. He was trembling beneath me—part from the stretch of his ass, part from sheer sensory overload.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, voice calm, careful, even though my own pulse was hammering in my throat.
Ray didn’t answer right away. Just breathed—deep, uneven, dragging air like he was trying to find his balance again.
Then he turned his head toward me, panting, jaw clenched like he was facing a challenge. And in a way, he was.
He had that look on his face—determined, stubborn, familiar. Like this was just another army drill, or a dare he’d taken on. Like giving up wasn’t even an option. He looked like a man facing down a wall in training—something painful, maybe impossible—but refusing to back off.
“No, man,” he grunted. “I just need a minute.” His voice cracked, but his eyes didn’t waver. “Keep fucking going.”
I nodded, my hands steady on his waist, letting that raw, stubborn determination on Ray’s face fuel me. I started to move again—slow, deliberate—letting my hips rock forward with a steady rhythm. I eased back just slightly, then pushed in again, feeling every tight, heated inch as his body clenched around me. Inch by inch, I eased deeper, feeling the tension ripple through him. I could feel every shiver, every twitch of Ray’s body as he adjusted to the new fullness. His muscles flexed beneath my hands, hot and taut, like his whole frame was recalibrating around me.
Ray slammed his fist into the mattress repeatedly, hard and fast, like he needed an outlet for everything building inside him. He bit down on the pillow with a low, guttural sound, muffling a groan that still rumbled out from his chest. “Uhhhhnnnn—ghhhh—” Ray groaned, biting into the pillow, his voice raw and broken around the edges. His entire body was locked in place, except for the trembling in his thighs and the way his hips rocked back against me without him even realizing it.
The way my long dick stretched him open, filled his hole—it was almost too much for him. Almost. But he was still taking it. “Gnnnghh—fuuuhhh…” he grunted into the fabric, voice ragged and thick.
I stayed steady, moving deeper with each slow thrust. The way he gripped the sheets, how he pressed his face into the pillow—it was like he needed something to hold onto, something to brace against the way his body was being opened, stretched, filled.
“You’re doing so good,” I murmured. “Just like that. Let it happen.”
Ray didn’t answer with words—just another deep growl into the mattress, a full-body tremble rippling down his back as I kept moving inside him.
My palms massaged the meat of his ass, thumbs digging in for leverage as I rolled my hips again, keeping my rhythm smooth and unrelenting. His skin was slick with sweat, his body heat rising like a furnace beneath me.
Finally, I bottomed out. My dick had gone as far inside of Ray as it could go—buried to the base, throbbing deep in that tight heat. I stayed put, holding still to give him a second to adjust. His muscles clenched around me instinctively—tight, pulsing, still adjusting to the intrusion. His hole was stretched to its limit, twitching around the base of my shaft, and I could feel every flicker, every shiver that passed through him.
Pressed flush against him, my pubic hair ground against his ass, coarse and damp with sweat. It seemed like it was starting to leave a rug burn, even.
“Damn, Ray,” I murmured, voice rough and low, leaning over him with one hand braced firmly on his lower back. “You feel that?” I gave a subtle roll of my hips, nothing sharp—just a slow, teasing grind that made my cock throb deep inside him.
He answered with a strangled grunt, face still buried in the pillow. “Oh, I feel it,” he rasped. His voice was hoarse, the edges worn down by effort and overload. “I feel all of it.”
I slid my palm up the curve of his back, grounding him, feeling the heat radiate off his spine. He was trembling under my touch—like every nerve was still trying to catch up.
There was a pause, and then he let out something between a curse and a sigh—his whole body shuddering with the release. The kind of tremor that meant his self-control was circling the drain. Every muscle was tense beneath my palm, his entire frame bracing for the inevitable fucking he was about to receive.
My whole cock pulsed inside him, not moving, just there, and Ray’s hips instinctively tilted back against me, subtle but unmistakable. “You’re doing good,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady for both of us.
Ray made a noise—low, guttural, full of disbelief—but his hips twitched back into mine again, like he couldn’t help it. His knuckles were still white where they clutched the sheets, but he wasn’t pulling away. If anything, he was bracing for more.
I started to move—slow at first, sliding in and out of Ray with deliberate control. His body clenched around me like it didn’t want to let go, every movement met with resistance and reluctant surrender. The hot, near-virgin grip was unreal—tight and stubborn, trying not to let me out. It made every withdrawal a struggle and every return a reward.
“Fuck, you’re tight, Ray,” I growled, voice thick with breath and disbelief. “Guess your girl didn’t open you up enough,” I teased, letting the words linger as I rocked into him again.
Ray let out a sharp breath—half-laugh, half-growl.“Man, f-fuck you,” he laughed, biting off the words just before they dissolved into a yelp. "Shit!" My next thrust pulled that sound right out of him.
“Think I’m the one fucking you,” I shot back with a crooked grin, keeping the pace steady, letting my words roll just as slow and deliberate as my hips.
Ray’s head dropped back onto the pillow with a thud. “You’re such an asshole,” he panted, but the way he was pushing back into every stroke betrayed him. “God, just—don’t stop.”
“Didn’t plan to,” I murmured, gripping his thick asscheeks. “You’re taking it. Better than I expected.”
He groaned again, gripping the sheets tighter. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered. “Just… shut up and keep going.”
His tone was a mix of irritation and desperation—the kind of voice someone uses when they don’t want to admit how much they’re enjoying it. I chuckled low in my throat.
“You’re doing good,” I said again, quieter this time. “Better than good.”
Ray shook his head against the pillow, breath coming fast, but he didn’t try to argue again. He just gripped the sheets tighter and pushed back into me—more deliberate now. Like his body had stopped resisting and started reaching for it.
Ray’s hands clawed at the sheets, bunching the fabric between his fists like he needed something—anything—to hold onto. I kept my rhythm slow and steady, each movement deliberate, letting him feel what I was doing to him. Every push met with resistance, every retreat met with a subtle pull, like his body was caught in the current and hadn’t decided whether to fight it or ride it.
“You’re takin’ it like a fuckin’ champ,” I teased, my voice low but honest, rolling with a bit of that playful edge I knew he could handle.
Ray let out a breathy, strained laugh — more exhale than sound. “That’s… debatable,” he muttered, voice rough but proud. There was grit in it, defiance wrapped in exhaustion.
I leaned forward, pressing a hand between his shoulder blades, pinning him to the bed. I paused inside him. “You want me to slow down?”
“No,” he barked, almost too fast. Then quieter, like he was talking more to himself than to me. “Just… keep it steady. I got this.”
I smiled to myself. ”You sure?” I asked, my fingers tightening slightly where they gripped his hips. “Because I’m not gonna hold back forever.”
Ray turned his head just enough to flash me a look over his shoulder—sweaty, flushed, eyes blazing. His expression half-daring, half-exhausted. “You think I can’t take it?”
I raised a brow, grinning. “Oh, you can take it, tough guy. I just like watching you prove it.”
Something in his eyes flickered — challenge, amusement, maybe something more. Then he turned back, jaw tight, shoulders braced. His body twitched under mine as I moved again, slow and controlled, and I could feel the way his back arched slightly into the motion. Each stroke pulled a sound from him—sometimes a groan, sometimes a breathless curse. His spine flexed under my palm, sweat tracing the line of it, his whole body focused on staying steady. I could feel the effort it took him.
Certain that Ray could handle it, I pulled myself upright, planted my knees, and started driving into him harder, fucking him faster. The shift in pace was immediate—no warning, just power and pressure.
“Oh fuck! FUCK!” Ray shouted, voice cracking as my sudden thrust slammed into him. His back arched, and one fist pounded the mattress again, while the other clenched into the sheets as his whole body jolted forward with the force.
I didn’t let up. I brought my hand down on his firm ass—spanking him hard enough to leave a mark. “Yeah!” I growled, hand smacking down again with a satisfying clap. “Take that fucking cock, soldier!”
Instinct kicked in. “Yessir!” Ray moaned—reflexive, primal, like the military training just slipped through, the words slipping out before he could stop them. Then, realizing what he’d said, he let out a guttural groan. “F-Fuck!”
I pushed forward again, grinning. “Didn’t mean to let that slip, huh?” I said, still rolling my hips, still feeding him more. “You’re really into it now.”
“Shut up,” he growled into the pillow, but there was no heat behind it—just strain and urgency. “Shut the hell up and keep fucking going.”
“Didn’t plan on stopping,” I muttered with a laugh. His whole body was tense, alive, pulling me deeper with every motion.
My dick kept drilling into Ray with steady, powerful thrusts, feeling his tight grip try to hold me in—like he was fighting the inevitable, but also wanting every inch. My fingers didn’t stay idle; I slid them down to that slick, sensitive, stretched-out ring and started teasing it gently as I filled it, circling just enough to draw out his reactions.
“Jeeesuuuus… Fuuuuuck, Luke…” Ray growled, his voice rough and trembling, muffled into the pillow. But the way he pushed back against me—harder, needier—said more than the words.
I smirked, sweat dripping down my face. “Did your girlfriend make you cum while she fucked you?” I asked, keeping my rhythm sharp and punishing, just enough to keep him on edge.
"Shit!" Ray grunted, nearly choking on the word as the next slam of my hips rocked through him. His voice cracked, raw and desperate. “No, she didn’t…”
“Didn’t think so,” I said, voice low and edged with hunger. “Well I’m gonna,” I declared, stating it like it was just a matter of fact. I punctuated the sentence with a sharp thrust, one that made his breath catch and his whole body lock up for a second.
“Aggghhhh… Ugghhhhh…” Ray groaned into the pillow, long and drawn out, as though the sensation had torn right through him. “I can’t believe I’m letting you fucking do this…”
“You’re not just letting me,” I murmured, a crooked grin tugging at my lips as I gripped Ray’s ass tighter. I rolled my hips forward in a deep, grinding motion that made both of us groan. “You’re asking for it.”
Ray didn’t argue. Didn’t say a word. But the way he pushed back into me, matching my rhythm, hungry, impatient, and reckless, his body greedy even if his brain couldn’t make sense of it—yeah, he was saying plenty without talking.
I dragged one hand slowly down his spine, fingers tracing the sweat-slicked groove of his back. His muscles flexed in response to my touch. “Don’t fight it,” I said, quieter this time, leaning over him. “Just ride it out. Let it happen.”
Ray’s response came as a deep, wordless groan—low and guttural, pulled straight from his chest. It vibrated through him, shaking his frame under my hands. His grip on the bedsheets tightened, his forehead pressing deeper into the pillow like he was stabilizing himself against everything flooding through him.
“Damn,” I breathed, adjusting my angle just enough to draw another shudder from him. “You feel incredible, Ray. I don’t think you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now.”
That made him growl, but it lacked real bite. He shoved his face deeper into the pillow, muffling the next groan that tore out of him when my hips shifted again. He was melting into the rhythm now, sinking into it, riding that edge between control and surrender: The soldier who never backed down—now straining under me, riding this out like a mission he refused to fail.
And I could feel him getting closer. Every breath sharper, every motion more desperate, like he was chasing something and couldn’t stop even if he wanted to.
I pulled Ray’s hips up just enough to slip my hand underneath him, searching until I found what I already knew was there—his cock, rock hard and soaked with precum. The heat of it shocked me for a second, like touching something wired with electricity.
“Damn,” I breathed, wrapping my hand around him. I started stroking him in sync with my thrusts, each motion calculated, tight, relentless. “You’re gonna cum for me, soldier!” I ordered. “You got that?!”
Ray’s whole body jolted. “Ye—yessir!” he gasped, his voice cracking around the words. “Aggghhh, fuuuuuuck!”
His back arched against me, the rhythm of his breath breaking apart, ragged and desperate. My other hand gripped his ass, holding him steady, while my thumb dragged slow circles around the stretched ring at his base—just enough to keep him teetering on the edge.
“Good,” I growled, pushing into him harder, deeper. “Then shoot that load, soldierboy.”
He didn’t answer—he couldn’t. His hands fisted in the sheets, knuckles white, his entire body pulled taut like a bowstring.
“Aaahhhh… Aaah—FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” Ray cried, his voice shaking the room as his release hit him, wild and unstoppable.
I felt the pulse of him in my hand, every twitch and spasm. His dick unloaded in waves, his whole body shuddering with the force of it as it coated my hand and Ray’s sheets. “Fuck yeah…” he moaned, sighing into the pillow.
I kept driving into Ray, feeling his tight, clenched ass muscles rhythmically milking my cock with every thrust. My voice dropped low and rough. “You’re gonna make me cum again, Ray,” I growled, breath ragged. “I’m gonna fill you the fuck up, soldier!”
Ray was spent—every ounce of fight drained—but still, he didn’t pull away. He just took it, steady and stubborn, like the soldier he was. His breath came in shallow pants, his body trembling beneath me.
He didn’t say a word, but the way his hips jerked back, desperate and eager, told me everything. I slammed into him harder, the heat of his body clinging to mine as I roared, “Fuck yeah... take my fucking LOAAAAAD!”
The first wave hit—hot, overwhelming—and I started cumming inside him, blasting his anal cavity forcefully. Ray’s muscles clenched so tight around me that it felt like I was caught in a vise. My hips bucked instinctively, riding the tremors rolling through him as I poured every last bit into him.
I could see his ass was overflowing as my white liquid started to leak out, thick and full, dripping down his thighs and mixing with the sweat already glistening on his dark skin. His breath hitched, and he bit the pillow harder, muffling a ragged moan.
“Shit, Luke...” he gasped, voice barely audible. “You’re... you’re fillin’ me up…”
I held him close, grinding slow as the aftershocks rocked through both of us. “Yeah,” I murmured, voice low and heavy. “Take it all, soldier. Every last drop.”
I gave Ray a few final thrusts — slower now, almost lazy, but still deep enough to make him groan into the pillow. His body jerked slightly with each motion, the overstimulation hitting him harder than he probably wanted to admit.
Finally, I pulled out of Ray’s ass with a loud, satisfying pop that echoed in the quiet room. Ray yelped sharply, the sudden emptiness hitting him like a shock. He whimpered, twisting slightly as his body tried to process the shift.
“Dude,” he panted, still face-down on the bed. “That was... fucking insane.”
I smirked, brushing a stray bead of sweat from my temple. “Better than your girlfriend?” I teased, voice low, amused.
He made a face — part scowl, part dazed satisfaction. “Yeah…” he muttered, grudging but honest. His eyes flicked down to the sheets beneath him, where a massive white puddle had soaked the fabric. “Can’t believe how much you made me cum…”
Curious, I knelt down behind him to get a better look at my handiwork. Ray’s hole was now gaping open widely, relaxed and leaking my thick, creamy spunk. It glistened in the dim light, the slow drip tracing patterns down his dark skin.
“Shit, bro,” I muttered, half-amused, running a finger along the rim of his open hole. “You’re leaking like a broken pipe.”
Ray rolled his head to the side, sweat-damp hair plastered to his forehead. “Yeah,” he breathed out, a tired smile pulling at his lips. “Think I’m gonna need another shower after this.”
There was a pause. His eyes flicked over to me, dark and unreadable for a second.
Then, casual as anything, Ray said, “Wanna join me?”
