Chapter 6

“Ride it,” he coaches, overzealous for my action.

I rise and fall on his shaft. I become dizzy and find bliss as he bangs my insides. I almost fall off his chiseled body, but he catches me at the very last second, and says, “You’re not going anywhere, Gage Wellton. I’m going to ram you hard and fast, just like in the old days, under the bleachers and inside the gym.”

And so Corey does. His pounding is continuous and raw. His inches pulverize my bottom, banging it to oblivion. His hands pull me toward him, suctioning our bodies together. The bed creaks beneath us, springs working overtime.

“This is what I dreamed of for the past ten years,” he says.

“What you bang is what you get,” I say, twisting his pecs with my palms, rising and falling on his cock.