Part 9; Your fill has arrived
anonymous
September 7 2009, 11:06:10 UTC
Alfred curled his fingers a bit, running them roughly over that bundle of sensitive nerves, the one that was making the Brit beg for his touch. He added a third finger quickly, and as he thrust them forwards again he slammed them against the sensitive spot. Arthur nearly screamed with pleasure, throwing his head back. That pleasure was the reason he didn’t mind so much that Alfred was not a virgin. He would have enjoyed it no matter what, not only was it sex but it was Alfred. The fact that the blonde American knew what he was doing made it so much more rewarding. “I think you’re ready, don’t you, Arthur?” Alfred said softly as he let his fingers slide out from the older male’s ass. Alfred paused a moment and when Arthur looked to see why his eyes widened in shock. Alfred had grabbed a nearby cue stick. Their eyes locked, and the corner of Alfred’s lips twitched up a bit to smirk at the look on Arthur’s face. The Brit felt the warmth in his cheeks at the other’s smirk, though he was unable to ignore the cue stick in the blonde’s hand. When Alfred made it clear what he was going to do with it, Arthur closed his eyes and shuddered. The idea wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Still, Arthur wasn’t sure if he liked the fact it was not the American’s cock he was going to be fucked with. He didn’t have the chance to complain, because the thick end of the cue stick was being pressed against his entrance, sliding in slowly. Alfred watched the older male closely while he penetrated him, the cue stick disappearing inside the Brit slowly. Arthur was stuck between noises of pleasure, pain, and other, milder discomfort. He was not used to the feeling of smooth, hard wood sliding inside him. It wasn’t until Alfred slid the stick back that Arthur let out a moan, the volume rising a bit as the younger man thrust it back in quickly. Arthur’s hips rocked back, the slight but dull ache that followed didn’t matter. He was all but lost to the feeling of the foreign object moving in and out of him. Alfred moved one hand to stroke Arthur’s cock in time with the thrusts of the cue stick, being granted a loud cry of pleasure as a result. Arthur’s eyes glazed over, blind with passion, and it was all he could do to keep moving his hips with Alfred’s thrusting. Yes, it was much better that the young nation had some experience beforehand, though the cue stick was an unexpected addition. The only element missing was the striking of one spot inside him. Alfred brushed it every so often with a thrust, and Arthur whimpered softly. “To…To the left…” He managed to get out, his voice soft and breathy, with an airy quality about it. Alfred paused a moment, his rhythm faltering before a light of recognition passed over his face. He understood what the Brit was doing, telling him to hit the spot that made him almost scream when brushed by slippery, gloved fingertips. The next thrust inside was exactly what Arthur had been craving, and he nearly screamed with pleasure when Alfred hit that spot rough and quick. “Alfred! Yes, oh, bloody hell, yes!” Arthur breathed as he gripped the table below him, nails scraping across the surface roughly. “Right there…Keep…Fucking me …Slam it inside me…Hit that spot, and break me, you git...” Alfred continued to fuck Arthur with the cue stick, now hitting that spot on every forward motion. The older male writhed and panted, making noises the younger could have never imagined coming from the Brit. Alfred looked across the table, noticing the coloured balls scattered here and there. While Arthur was distracted, he grabbed one and regarded it with a smug grin. It was the eight ball, the same one Arthur had been cursing earlier. This would serve its purpose quite well. Sliding the cue stick out of the older man entirely, Alfred began to apply more lube to the already stretched and quivering hole. Arthur looked up in curiosity, wondering if he had perhaps over estimated the young man’s ability. Alfred shifted the other’s short legs, pushing them back a bit. Arthur heaved a sigh of relief, sure that the American would do just fine. When he felt something hard and round press against him then begin to slide inside however, he let out a yelp. A billiard ball?! A BLOODY BILLIARD BALL?!
“I think you’re ready, don’t you, Arthur?” Alfred said softly as he let his fingers slide out from the older male’s ass.
Alfred paused a moment and when Arthur looked to see why his eyes widened in shock. Alfred had grabbed a nearby cue stick. Their eyes locked, and the corner of Alfred’s lips twitched up a bit to smirk at the look on Arthur’s face. The Brit felt the warmth in his cheeks at the other’s smirk, though he was unable to ignore the cue stick in the blonde’s hand. When Alfred made it clear what he was going to do with it, Arthur closed his eyes and shuddered. The idea wasn’t entirely unpleasant.
Still, Arthur wasn’t sure if he liked the fact it was not the American’s cock he was going to be fucked with. He didn’t have the chance to complain, because the thick end of the cue stick was being pressed against his entrance, sliding in slowly. Alfred watched the older male closely while he penetrated him, the cue stick disappearing inside the Brit slowly. Arthur was stuck between noises of pleasure, pain, and other, milder discomfort. He was not used to the feeling of smooth, hard wood sliding inside him. It wasn’t until Alfred slid the stick back that Arthur let out a moan, the volume rising a bit as the younger man thrust it back in quickly.
Arthur’s hips rocked back, the slight but dull ache that followed didn’t matter. He was all but lost to the feeling of the foreign object moving in and out of him. Alfred moved one hand to stroke Arthur’s cock in time with the thrusts of the cue stick, being granted a loud cry of pleasure as a result.
Arthur’s eyes glazed over, blind with passion, and it was all he could do to keep moving his hips with Alfred’s thrusting. Yes, it was much better that the young nation had some experience beforehand, though the cue stick was an unexpected addition. The only element missing was the striking of one spot inside him. Alfred brushed it every so often with a thrust, and Arthur whimpered softly.
“To…To the left…” He managed to get out, his voice soft and breathy, with an airy quality about it.
Alfred paused a moment, his rhythm faltering before a light of recognition passed over his face. He understood what the Brit was doing, telling him to hit the spot that made him almost scream when brushed by slippery, gloved fingertips. The next thrust inside was exactly what Arthur had been craving, and he nearly screamed with pleasure when Alfred hit that spot rough and quick.
“Alfred! Yes, oh, bloody hell, yes!” Arthur breathed as he gripped the table below him, nails scraping across the surface roughly. “Right there…Keep…Fucking me …Slam it inside me…Hit that spot, and break me, you git...”
Alfred continued to fuck Arthur with the cue stick, now hitting that spot on every forward motion. The older male writhed and panted, making noises the younger could have never imagined coming from the Brit. Alfred looked across the table, noticing the coloured balls scattered here and there. While Arthur was distracted, he grabbed one and regarded it with a smug grin. It was the eight ball, the same one Arthur had been cursing earlier. This would serve its purpose quite well.
Sliding the cue stick out of the older man entirely, Alfred began to apply more lube to the already stretched and quivering hole. Arthur looked up in curiosity, wondering if he had perhaps over estimated the young man’s ability. Alfred shifted the other’s short legs, pushing them back a bit. Arthur heaved a sigh of relief, sure that the American would do just fine. When he felt something hard and round press against him then begin to slide inside however, he let out a yelp. A billiard ball?! A BLOODY BILLIARD BALL?!
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