Tad cursed, grimacing at the ache in his balls. "But my sac's about to explode. They've got to be dark blue by now."
Scott chuckled. "Not blue yet. They are, however, a cool shade of purple." He fondled said balls briefly, soothing Tad's discomfort. Tad sighed in utter gratitude. When Scott finally let go, the sound of squirting gel quickly following suit. Then the soft shlick-shlick-shlick of Scott lubing up his dick.
Anxious flutters assailed Tad's stomach. Scott was getting ready to take him again. It was scary as hell and exciting as fuck. Scott's body heat returned, and even though Tad knew a brace-worthy invasion was coming, he valiantly tried to relax. Still, he couldn't stop envisioning Scott's incoming cock. Long and thick, with lots of pulsing veins. And of course, a really fat crown. Why such a visual made Tad's own dick twitch, he didn't want to know.
Hot hands slid up underneath Tad's knees and pushed them toward his chest. "Hold these here for a sec."
Tad bit back a sigh, obeying. Forever ridiculously exposed.
Scott palmed Tad's left cheek and spread him wide then nudged his blunt head to Tad's hole. "You ready?" he rasped. Tad curtly nodded yes. "Oh, God. Thank fuck. Now push that sweet asshole against my dick." Tad barely had a chance to comply before- shhhlick-Scott sank home deep in one surge. Both men groaned in rapturous bliss. The sting still came, but was surprisingly short-lived.
"Fuck, Tad," Scott bit out, starting to laugh. "You're so unbelievably tight."
"Sue me," Tad panted, trying not to smile.
"Mm."
Scott started them off with a slow-rhythm pump, his hands holding Tad's hamstrings, keeping his knees against his chest. Tad's jaw went slack at the intoxicating feel. In this position of penetration, Scott's dick probed him at a different angle-and a fucking amazing one, at that. And though each thrust still landed contact with his G, at this pace, the trembles stayed subdued. Now, if Scott would just take care of Tad's dick.
As if reading his mind, Scott purred and let go, pressing a forearm across Tad's thighs to keep them effectively pinned. His freed-up palm curled around Tad's shaft. Tad moaned in relief, a smile forming on his lips. Thank you, sweet powers that be.
Scott's freshly lubed hand began to pump in tune to his rocking hips. Potent sensation ignited in Tad's groin. Yes, this was what he wanted. What he desperately needed. Pleasure streaked up and down his shaft, sizzling in the wake of Scott's expert touch, burrowing down into his balls. If he could, Tad would gild that guy's hand in gold. Scott's pumping sped up to his quickening hips.
"Oh fuck, Scott," Tad panted. "Oh, God, that feels good."
"Yeah," Scott bit out. "It really fucking does." He swiveled his hips and delved back in, the shlick-shlick of his fist on Tad's cock racing faster. The pressure in Tad's sac began to swell. And so did those soul-shredding shudders. The faster Scott thrust, the harder Tad shook, which only seemed to spur the guy on. Straightening up, he palmed Tad's chest to ground him through another vigorous round. Tad cried out, quaking beneath Scott's hold. Tantalizing bolts of lightning shot down his thrumming shaft. He could feel his pecs and biceps bulging as he strained against his restraints.
Scott slowed and tightened his grip on Tad's shaft. "You like this, babe? Like me pumping your cock while I make sweet love to your ass?" He gave another decadent thrust. If not for Scott's hand pinning him in place, Tad would've shot through the roof. Sparks lit up behind his eyes as sweat began to bead. But still he refrained from answering Scott's question.
"What," Scott grunted. "You're suddenly not sure? Then how 'bout a little reminding." Pressing down harder on Tad's chest, he proceeded to drive it home. Ball-smacking deep. Tasmanian-devil fast.
Tad arched up with a strangled cry. "Scott! Oh, shit! I can't-Fuck! Oh, shit!" His body erupted into more violent shakes.
Scott growled and held him steady as he shook, then slowed his hips back down. "Remember now?" he panted, mirth lacing his tone.
Tad gave a jerky nod. "Yeah, it's all coming back."
"Mm. I could tell." Scott's hands slid around to the front of Tad's thighs and eased them back against his body. Shaky calves settled on his shoulders. All the while those powerful hips kept up their leisurely roll. "You're a wild one," Scott noted, palms roaming the length of Tad's legs.
Tad swallowed and licked his dry lips. He had to ask, was actually starting to worry. "Is that bad … that I do that? Is something inside me … not right?"
"God, no," Scott rumbled. "You're one of the lucky ones. Lots of guys' g-spots are hard to find. Others don't like the feel." His fingers slid down and over Tad's hips to cup his shaft and balls. Lazily he caressed Tad as he pumped in and out. "But with you, and the way yours kicks you out of control and makes your body go nuts? You're so incredibly responsive. It's like your ass was made for this shit."