Chapter 28

My inner need, and I presume his, were ratcheted pretty high, but it was delicious to hold back in anticipation.

And then he began to push, slowly, almost casually—but insistently. I felt the pressure down and also the pressure out, on my sphincter. Slowly, slowly it yielded, and I groaned with pleasure as I felt the gradual release of resistance—until, with a groan from him and a moan from me, the fat head slipped through, and inside.

After a pause while the slight pain caused by the penetration passed, he began to thrust forward, slowly, inch by wonderful inch, until at last he was balls deep, cock buried to the hilt, his thigh and belly heat pressing against my ass-cheeks.

At this point he nudged my head gently with his. This was absolutely wonderful, and I pressed my head up and back, responding in kind. And then he began to pull out.

He groaned as he did this, as did I in sympathy as the solid shaft of flesh slid through my tight sphincter muscles.