Merry Go Round Broke Down 6
anonymous
February 3 2011, 13:25:58 UTC
The cool slick touch against John's ass is nice too, nothing more. Rodney spends a while just stroking around down there, still sucking John, a little less aggressively as he focuses on John's reaction to the anal stimulation.
The first finger Rodney slides in is uncomfortable. John's really, really aware of his fingernail, even though Rodney keeps his nails smooth and filed down because of all the work he does with his hands. Rodney can get a much better angle than John can on himself, though, and when his finger strokes against John's prostate, that feels better than just nice.
Rodney takes a while getting John stretched enough to take two fingers. John almost loses the erection, and Rodney has to get one finger up him again and give his prostate a goose to keep it going. Once he's got John comfortable with two, Rodney gets in there and keeps up a steady rubbing motion with both fingers while sucking with renewed vigor.
It's like riding a roller coaster at half its normal speed: the sensations are there but the exhilaration is gone. He's conscious of his balls drawing up, of his muscles tensing and tightening, and even though it's all in a lower gear than he's ever experienced before, he does enjoy it.
When he comes, it feels better than it did on his own. The orgasm isn't just a release of pressure, it leaves him with a little buzz of contentment, too. He has an overall sense of well-being, like he just had a long, indulgent stretch and a big jaw-cracking yawn.
Once Rodney's all done swallowing and sliding his fingers out and cleaning off, he looks at John with his mouth at a dissatisfied cant. "Still just physical," he says.
"That was good though. Better," John says. "And with you it didn't take as long."
"In general I don't think it's ideal if you're describing sex in the same terms you'd use for a McDonald's drive-through," says Rodney. He's kind of keeping himself angled to conceal his hard-on.
John finds it so absurd suddenly that for a second it's hard not to laugh. He's begged to rim Rodney, crawled for him, carried a washcloth to Rodney in his mouth, and once came when Rodney threatened to piss on him... but now Rodney's acting like he's embarrassed that he's hard.
"Here, let me do you," John says, trying to switch places with him.
The first finger Rodney slides in is uncomfortable. John's really, really aware of his fingernail, even though Rodney keeps his nails smooth and filed down because of all the work he does with his hands. Rodney can get a much better angle than John can on himself, though, and when his finger strokes against John's prostate, that feels better than just nice.
Rodney takes a while getting John stretched enough to take two fingers. John almost loses the erection, and Rodney has to get one finger up him again and give his prostate a goose to keep it going. Once he's got John comfortable with two, Rodney gets in there and keeps up a steady rubbing motion with both fingers while sucking with renewed vigor.
It's like riding a roller coaster at half its normal speed: the sensations are there but the exhilaration is gone. He's conscious of his balls drawing up, of his muscles tensing and tightening, and even though it's all in a lower gear than he's ever experienced before, he does enjoy it.
When he comes, it feels better than it did on his own. The orgasm isn't just a release of pressure, it leaves him with a little buzz of contentment, too. He has an overall sense of well-being, like he just had a long, indulgent stretch and a big jaw-cracking yawn.
Once Rodney's all done swallowing and sliding his fingers out and cleaning off, he looks at John with his mouth at a dissatisfied cant. "Still just physical," he says.
"That was good though. Better," John says. "And with you it didn't take as long."
"In general I don't think it's ideal if you're describing sex in the same terms you'd use for a McDonald's drive-through," says Rodney. He's kind of keeping himself angled to conceal his hard-on.
John finds it so absurd suddenly that for a second it's hard not to laugh. He's begged to rim Rodney, crawled for him, carried a washcloth to Rodney in his mouth, and once came when Rodney threatened to piss on him... but now Rodney's acting like he's embarrassed that he's hard.
"Here, let me do you," John says, trying to switch places with him.
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