The Visitor

Asher knew what would come when he felt Beau squirt some lube onto his hole.

"You will feel better after this," Beau repeated firmly in a voice that told Asher he knew what he was doing. "I'm just going to lube up your hole and massage your insides. Tell me if you feel sore anywhere."

"Hmm." Asher swallowed. Sore or not, he wanted Beau's fingers in him, and even Beau's dick, if possible.

The cold feel of the lube was spread around Asher's hole by one wandering finger. Mischief and determination were evident in the way Beau slowly pushed into Asher, twisting his fingers in like a screw.

"Your hole still looks swollen," Beau observed, humming in admiration. "Now, let us begin..." He worked the inserted finger in again and again.

"Beau," Asher moaned with slightly-closed eyes. "What are you doing?"