it.
He forced him self to relax and was rewarded as Mac’s finger
slipped inside him . Jez tried to keep his breathing slow, rem em bering all
the advice he’d read online. He turned to look over his shoulder. Mac was
staring at Jez’s hole, biting his lip and frowning in concentration as he
m oved his finger slowly in and out in shallow strokes. Jez flushed at the
intim acy of it, the raw vulnerability of letting Mac touch him this way.
“That looks so….” Mac took a breath. “So fucking sexy. Jesus, Jez.”
Jez let out a breathless chuckle. “I feel like a slut.”
Mac m et his gaze and his face softened. “You shouldn’t. You’re not.”
He m oved his finger a little deeper. “I’ve been thinking about doing this
with y ou, but I never thought y ou’d want to try it.”
The awed expression on his face and the gentleness of his touch
m ade som ething twist in Jez’s chest. “Well, if y ou’re going to have a gay
experience, y ou m ight as well do it properly.” He tried to keep his voice
light, but it caught in his throat. “Put another finger in.”
Jez wasn’t sure he was ready for m ore, but he wanted Mac to stop
treating him like glass. It was too sweet, too tender, and m ade Jez y earn
for things he couldn’t have. Jez wanted to get back to the heady
desperation of wanting, taking, getting off. He knew where he stood with
that.
But Mac seem ed determ ined to go slow. He did give Jez another
finger, but so slowly, so cautiously that Jez ended up pushing back onto
them until they filled him —m uch deeper than he’d m anaged on his own
in the shower. The pain was sudden, sharp and unexpected.
“Ouch,” he hissed, freezing and panting, his fingers gripping the
covers. Mac started to pull out. “No! Leave them there, but give m e a
m inute.”
“I thought we were supposed to be careful.”
“I was.” Jez huffed, half laughing. “You and y our freakishly big
fingers.” Of course they weren’t the only things about Mac that were
big…. Jez’s m uscles clenched around Mac’s fingers at the thought, but as
he released, the pain subsided a little. The pressure rem ained, alien, and
not exactly com fortable, but bearable. Jez hadn’t expected anal to be this
difficult. People did it in porn all the tim e. But no way was he going to
back out now.
He m oved experim entally, and it was still painful, but definitely not
as bad.
“You okay ?” Mac ran his free hand over Jez’s hip and round to
squeeze his cock where it had softened. “We can stop if y ou want. It
doesn’t feel like y ou’re into this.”
“No. I am … I m ean… I want to keep going. Move y our fingers. If
y ou curl them down a little, then y ou should find m y prostate. It’s in there
som ewhere.” Jez had m anaged to find it him self the other day, but it was
awkward to reach with his own fingers.
Mac snorted. “May be y ou should have drawn m e a m ap before we
started.”
“You’ve never found y ours, then?”
“Not y et. May be I should try.”
The im age those words conj ured up, along with Mac’s hand stroking
his cock, had Jez’s flagging erection filling again. Then Mac’s fingers
rubbed him j ust right, finally finding that elusive spot, and sparks of
sensation lit Jez up from the inside. “Yeah, there,” he said. “God, that’s
good.”
Mac kept going, gliding over Jez’s sweet spot and j erking him off until
Jez felt like m ay be this was going to work after all. He wondered whether
Mac was into this. Was he still hard? He turned to look at Mac again, and
Mac’s expression was intent and hungry. His cock reared up, thick and
definitely ready for action. Jez shivered.
“You can fuck m e now.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. Do it. Do m e.”
Mac snorted. “You’re so classy.” He withdrew his fingers, and Jez
winced, it felt so strange as they slipped free. His arse clenched around
nothing, feeling stretched and em pty. Well, stretched
He forced him self to relax and was rewarded as Mac’s finger
slipped inside him . Jez tried to keep his breathing slow, rem em bering all
the advice he’d read online. He turned to look over his shoulder. Mac was
staring at Jez’s hole, biting his lip and frowning in concentration as he
m oved his finger slowly in and out in shallow strokes. Jez flushed at the
intim acy of it, the raw vulnerability of letting Mac touch him this way.
“That looks so….” Mac took a breath. “So fucking sexy. Jesus, Jez.”
Jez let out a breathless chuckle. “I feel like a slut.”
Mac m et his gaze and his face softened. “You shouldn’t. You’re not.”
He m oved his finger a little deeper. “I’ve been thinking about doing this
with y ou, but I never thought y ou’d want to try it.”
The awed expression on his face and the gentleness of his touch
m ade som ething twist in Jez’s chest. “Well, if y ou’re going to have a gay
experience, y ou m ight as well do it properly.” He tried to keep his voice
light, but it caught in his throat. “Put another finger in.”
Jez wasn’t sure he was ready for m ore, but he wanted Mac to stop
treating him like glass. It was too sweet, too tender, and m ade Jez y earn
for things he couldn’t have. Jez wanted to get back to the heady
desperation of wanting, taking, getting off. He knew where he stood with
that.
But Mac seem ed determ ined to go slow. He did give Jez another
finger, but so slowly, so cautiously that Jez ended up pushing back onto
them until they filled him —m uch deeper than he’d m anaged on his own
in the shower. The pain was sudden, sharp and unexpected.
“Ouch,” he hissed, freezing and panting, his fingers gripping the
covers. Mac started to pull out. “No! Leave them there, but give m e a
m inute.”
“I thought we were supposed to be careful.”
“I was.” Jez huffed, half laughing. “You and y our freakishly big
fingers.” Of course they weren’t the only things about Mac that were
big…. Jez’s m uscles clenched around Mac’s fingers at the thought, but as
he released, the pain subsided a little. The pressure rem ained, alien, and
not exactly com fortable, but bearable. Jez hadn’t expected anal to be this
difficult. People did it in porn all the tim e. But no way was he going to
back out now.
He m oved experim entally, and it was still painful, but definitely not
as bad.
“You okay ?” Mac ran his free hand over Jez’s hip and round to
squeeze his cock where it had softened. “We can stop if y ou want. It
doesn’t feel like y ou’re into this.”
“No. I am … I m ean… I want to keep going. Move y our fingers. If
y ou curl them down a little, then y ou should find m y prostate. It’s in there
som ewhere.” Jez had m anaged to find it him self the other day, but it was
awkward to reach with his own fingers.
Mac snorted. “May be y ou should have drawn m e a m ap before we
started.”
“You’ve never found y ours, then?”
“Not y et. May be I should try.”
The im age those words conj ured up, along with Mac’s hand stroking
his cock, had Jez’s flagging erection filling again. Then Mac’s fingers
rubbed him j ust right, finally finding that elusive spot, and sparks of
sensation lit Jez up from the inside. “Yeah, there,” he said. “God, that’s
good.”
Mac kept going, gliding over Jez’s sweet spot and j erking him off until
Jez felt like m ay be this was going to work after all. He wondered whether
Mac was into this. Was he still hard? He turned to look at Mac again, and
Mac’s expression was intent and hungry. His cock reared up, thick and
definitely ready for action. Jez shivered.
“You can fuck m e now.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. Do it. Do m e.”
Mac snorted. “You’re so classy.” He withdrew his fingers, and Jez
winced, it felt so strange as they slipped free. His arse clenched around
nothing, feeling stretched and em pty. Well, stretched
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