“C’mon. I know you want to,” his frat mate mumbled. “I remember how fast you agreed to it at initiation.” Dragging his lips along Breck’s nape, he slid a hand under the cover, then under Breck’s hip and gripped his dick.
Breck jerked.
Socrates purred, then gave a squeeze. “Shit, yeah… I knew it.”
Breck’s cheeks flared hot.
No denying hard proof.
Screw it. He’d only live once. And these were his college years, the time for experimenting.
He nodded against his pillow. “Okay. But go easy. I’ve never fuckin’ done this before.”
Socrates growled happily, like the horny drunk he was. “Gonna get you ready. Be right back. Don’t fucking move.”
His weight disappeared. Then so did Breck’s blanket.
Next thing Breck knew, his boxer briefs were down to his knees. His breath quickened.
“Lift your ass,” Socrates whispered. When Breck complied, Socrates shoved a pillow under his hips.
Breck tensed, seeing nothing in the darkness, yet with his ass propped up like that, he felt completely exposed. The sound of a condom wrapper tearing met his ears. Then the ripping of a second wrapper followed suit. Next thing he knew, a big warm hand gripped his hiked-up ass.
“Wish I could see you,” Socrates mumbled, giving a squeeze before parting Breck’s cheeks.
Breck’s whole body tensed.
Socrates stifled a laugh. “Bro, try to relax.”
Then just like that, a slippery finger slid inside his ass. Sharp pain ignited.
“Shit,” Breck hissed.
“Don’t clench.”
“Easier said than fucking done.”
Socrates kept going, sinking his finger deeper, then grazed a spot that shot pure bliss straight through Breck’s channel. His boner bucked. “Oh fuuuck…” he moaned.
“Yeah,” Socrates growled quietly. “How ‘bout you focus on that.”
Breck liked that plan. So that’s exactly what he did, fixating on that feeling as Socrates’ fingers slid in and out. The sensation grew stronger. His hips started to rock. Then a second finger entered him, all slippery and warm. More pain flared but was quickly drowned out. Overpowered by the pleasure inundating his ass.
He groaned and fisted his pillow, his dick harder than steel. Spread his knees and canted his hips. “Uh, fuck…”
Warm breath on his neck. “I think you’re ready.”
His heart lurched.
“Gonna use my dick now.” And then those fingers slid free.
Breck braced.
Socrates chuckled. “Don’t tense.”
Was he tensing?
Shit. He was totally tensing.
Breck muffled a laugh. And then he felt it. A lubed-up dick against his hole.
“I’m gonna go slow… But you can’t fuckin’ clench.”
Breck closed his eyes and willed his body to keep things loose.
Socrates pushed against his door.
Stay relaxed… Stay relaxed…
Socrates pressed harder. That sharp burn flared up again.
“Shit—” Breck stiffened.
His frat mate paused. Didn’t say a word. Just quietly waited.
Breck focused. Relaxed his muscles.
Socrates loosed a heady thrum and got back to business.
Jesus. He felt huge.
Breck fought not to squirm, but that burn was intensifying. His heart hammered. A strained groan filled his throat as he clenched his teeth. The guy was inside him. Had breached his entrance, the head of his cock forging steadily deeper. But then Socrates’ crown pressed against that spot and bliss surged through his rectum.
“Oh, God…” he moaned, body undulating.
Socrates rumbled through a groan and sank in farther. “So fucking tight.”
The room spun, even in darkness. All the while, Charlie snored away. Breck couldn’t believe he was doing this. His ass felt so full. So impossibly stretched. His heart raced as his body reeled, his mind intoxicated—but not from the alcohol. From the thrill of this incredible moment, of finally getting a taste of this decadent unknown.
A growl from above, and then his frat mate surged home.
Air rushed from Breck’s lungs.
Socrates chuckled and gripped his sides. Ground his groin against Breck’s ass. “Yeah, boy. Take me whole.”
Breck groaned and fisted the sheets. “Goddamn. What are you, dude? Half fucking horse?”
A stifled laugh, but no answer, just a slow withdraw. Then another smooth plunge straight to the hilt.
That sharp pain flared again, but—oh, fuck yeah—so did the pleasure.
Breck’s mouth fell open as his eyes rolled back.
The thrusts accelerated. Rapture coursed through his body, each plunge of Socrates’ cock like a punch straight to heaven.
“You like that?” he rasped. “Like my dick in your ass?”
Breck nodded, unable to speak.
“Me, too,” Socrates rumbled. “Your tight little hole feels so fuckin’ sweet.” He gripped Breck’s shoulders and kicked his thrusts to full throttle.
Ecstasy exploded, pulsing up and down Breck’s channel. His back arched. His dick bucked. “Holy shit,” he gasped. “Oh, my—Ungh!”
Words escaped him. He couldn’t think, his brain unraveling, his body overrun by such potent sensation. His balls firmed, climbing to hug his cock. “Shit—” he panted as his frat mate thrust. “Ungh, shit—Ungh, fuck—”
Socrates gripped his shoulders tighter, his hands like vises. So aggressive. And rough. Breck fucking loved it. His fraternity brother was the embodiment raw, hot sex.
And clearly just as wasted as Breck, going by his stamina.
Such tight confines around one’s cock would typically shorten a guy’s fuck time. Add in the excitement factor of their naughty little tryst and Socrates should’ve blown his load by now.