Horacio sucked in a breath and sank to his knees a few feet behind me. Even though it was almost completely dark, I could see his face go red in the light of the campfire, which still snapped and blazed. Horacio fumbled with the fastenings of his trousers, then reached in to stroke himself.
I bit my lip as I pulled my shirt up even more, then spread my knees much wider. I didn’t have enough arms to hold my shirt and the bottle and to pull my asscheeks open for him, but Horacio didn’t seem to mind. His eyes went wide, then narrowed as I poured the oil at the top of my crack, letting is slip down.
It was a sign of how randy I was that even that simple action had me shivering and aching as my cock stood straight out. I was about half a second away from tipping my head back and laughing at the night sky too.
“I’ve never much wanted to fuck a man before,” Horacio said, scooting up behind me and pushing his trousers down to his knees as he did, “but you’ve got such a pretty, round ass. Almost like a woman’s.”
“It’ll feel so much better than a cunny as it squeezes your cock,” I told him with a wicked flicker of my eyebrows. “I might make you change your mind about your bedmates entirely.”
Horace made a guttural sound and shuffled close enough to grab my hips.
He stopped there, though, blinking. “How do I do it?” he asked.
I had to turn away to hide my grin. It wasn’t that I was laughing at him, I just had a hard time believing that a grown man wouldn’t know how to fuck someone in the ass.
But maybe that was part of the culture of the Old Realm. The circles Magnus had moved in were decadent and debauched, but as was often the case, it could be that people in the country didn’t know the sort of things that city-dwellers knew.
“Here,” I said, handing Horacio the bottle of oil. “In case you feel like you need more of it.”
Horacio took the bottle, looking completely lost.
Then I dropped to my hands and knees, arching my back in such a way that my ass was presented to him. I assumed my hole was visible enough that Horacio would put two and two together, but I was ready to drop my shoulders to the bedroll and spread my ass wide for him if he needed it.
It didn’t come to that. Horacio muttered something I didn’t quite catch, and a handful of seconds later, his cockhead butted up against my hole. Since laughing made me tight, I breathed out an exaggerated sigh instead, focusing on relaxing my muscles as much as possible.
“Geez, it’s tight,” Horacio growled as he pushed against me.
I thought he might give up for a moment, but then his flared head pushed through my ring of muscle. I made an involuntary sound that turned into a moan that I exaggerated for effect as Horace sank deeper, my body pulling him in.
“Oh,” Horace gasped, pushing in all the way, as if he finally understood. He hesitated, moving out a bit, then thrusting in again. “Ohh!”
I opened my mouth to tell him he was doing just fine, but nature had evidently already told him. Horacio gripped my hips hard and started to thrust like there was no tomorrow. He made the most ungodly sounds of pleasure as he did.
“So tight,” he panted as he used my ass with bruising force. “So bloody tight!”
The oil wasn’t enough. It was a good thing I was experienced, because otherwise, Horacio’s enthusiasm would have torn me apart. He wasn’t anywhere near hitting my prostate either, but that didn’t stop me from enjoying the whole thing. Not enjoying it with pleasure by any means, and certainly not enough to come. It hurt, pure and simple. My previously eager cock withered at the discomfort without anything in it for me. I was just so fucking amused by Horacio’s clueless enthusiasm that I couldn’t help but laugh.
Lucky for me, he came pretty quickly, gasping a few times in quick succession, then making a strangled, choking sound as he thrust hard, emptying into me. I stopped trying to hold myself up and let my shoulders flop to the bedroll as I bit the pillow to stop from laughing and hurting Horacio’s feelings.
Horacio had apparently drained himself with his efforts. He tipped back, sliding out of me, and if the sound I heard was accurate, falling back on his ass.
“Shit,” he panted a moment later.
I fell to one side, looking back and finding him examining the end of his cock. His utterance was an observation more than an expletive, and I laughed.
“That’s why it’s better to clean out before fucking,” I said, rolling until my ass was in the grass and doing what I could to wipe off anything I didn’t want to sleep with.
I waited for Horacio to be upset or irate, but he seemed too sated for that. “Huh,” he said, snatching up a handful of grass and using it as a rag on his prick. “So this is how frontier folk do it?”
The man was making it so, so hard for me not to laugh at him.
“Some of us,” I said, tidying up a bit more, then slipping back into my bedroll. “Have you ever heard of wolves?”
Horacio stopped his cleaning and stared at me. “What, you mean the animals? Of course I’ve heard of them.”
My urge to laugh stopped abruptly. I wondered. It couldn’t be. Old Realm people couldn’t be that ignorant, even country people.
“Have you ever heard of people on the frontier who are called wolves?” I clarified my question.