Running Game(145)

Just a finger or two had stretched me, but his thick cock was on a completely different level. If he hadn’t already prepared me with his tongue…I knew I wouldn’t have been able to withstand his massive, hot member.

As promised, Trent was gentle. I held onto his body and tried to relax, and he reassuringly whispered sweet nothings and support into my ear. We waited like that for just a moment and I knew it was time. Catching his eyes, I smiled.

Oh GOD…

He drove deep, my body engulfing his saliva slickened cock into my wetness and taking my virginity once and for all.

I was claimed.

I was his.

Trent was sheathed deep inside me. The sting subsided after a few moments to manageable, almost pleasurable levels. I was amazed at how well he fit inside me. His cock was so huge, stretching my slickened walls so wide. I just didn’t think I could take it.

He continued being gentle, at least at first.

Trent was precise with his movements, positioning my hips so that his piercings excited my folds just properly, pressing up against my button of nerves deep inside.

“Oh god…” I murmured, my fingernails clenching into his back.

“I’m going to be careful this first time.”

I nodded, barely able to focus on his words. Did he mean there would be a next time?

Trent held himself up above me, ensuring that his weight didn’t crush me. I felt him push deep into me and drag halfway out, not willing to break our physical connection.

As I adjusted to his movements, I started to sway my hips with them, pushing against his pelvis with my own to meet the grinding of our bodies.

He seemed to be enjoying himself, judging by his eyes clasped shut, the groans from deep within his thick, barrel chest, and the way that his cock trembled inside.

This is sex, I thought to myself.

This is what I’ve been missing.

It’s fucking incredible.

I felt like a missing part of me was finally being fulfilled. An aching chasm, both physically and emotionally, was at the pinnacle of fulfillment.

Trent supplied that through a thick, studded cock.

Anyone else would have fucked this up, but it just felt so right with him. It felt like everything was falling into place.

I couldn’t explain it. At the time, I ignored most of the thoughts, or at least tried to. It’s the moment, I thought to myself. It’s just because we’re having sex. He has to leave soon, anyway.

The thought of him leaving my side chilled me to my very core. He noticed, slowing down and pressing his lips to my ear.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.”

“No, don’t lock me out. What is it?”

“It’s just…you’re leaving soon, right?”

He paused, smiling knowingly. “I’ll be here until dawn… And dawn is hours away…”





15





Trent





We fucked long into the night, occasionally stopping to rest. We’d drink water (or in my case, sports drinks that practically dripped with electrolytes) and rest our aching muscles for a few minutes before ramping it back up.

I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt.

The night I lost my virginity, I was 14 and the chick was 16. She was some older girl who was this total slut that I met at some party I was way too young to have been in.

Half-drunk, we made out in a closet before she whipped out my dick, sucking me down like a champ. It was a spontaneous experience that grew me up real fast, especially when she pushed her panties aside and straddled my erection.

I felt spent but filthy after that.

But the confidence boost was incredible.

It helped that I had a naturally attractive build. All I had to do was work on it properly. With the burst in self-assurance from my first lay, I was practically drowning in pussy.

It suited me just fine.

Then, when my little afterschool band and I swapped a few members out and started playing decent gigs, got the right attention, and wound up with an LP demo sent out to the right people in the right places…

Huh, I thought to myself, pulling Angel down hard on my studded dick again. I guess I’ve never fucked someone I actually cared about.

Just acknowledging that she was anything more than a temporary fix was monumental alone.

Angel came hard on my cock time and time again, surprisingly ready for more. I held back my own orgasm for as long as I could – eager to draw out her pleasure – but there was only so much that I could withstand.

This time, we came together. It was an incredible, heart-pumping experience that absolutely defied explanation.

We nestled up together in my bed, her head easily resting in the crook of my shoulder. My body tried to relax into the post-orgasmic stupor that it loved so much, but I defied my lethargic nature to stay up with her.