by Zane Menzy
Damon flinched from the gooey coldness. His body shaking with nerves.
Keegan wiped his hands clean on the bunched up blanket at their side, he grabbed hold of Damon’s hips and guided his cock forward till it pressed against the hairs of his lover’s unchartered opening. He could feel Damon’s body trembling under his fingers, bracing itself for invasion.
“Wait,” Damon blurted.
Keegan froze. “What?”
“Just be sure to go easy on me!”
“I will.” Keegan lowered his hand and gave Damon’s arse cheek a reassuring grope. “Are you ready?”
Damon nodded. “Let’s roll.”
Keegan looked down at the tremendous sight of his dick’s tip wedged between Damon’s cheeks. With one firm nudge, he pushed the head of his uncut cock just inside Damon’s point of entry.
Damon immediately let out a pained groan and buried his face into the pillow. His back heaved with heavy breaths, his feet jerked and banged into Keegan’s legs. “Gentle, go slow,” he mumbled through a face full of pillow.
Keegan smiled to himself, he scanned Damon’s beautiful body from his hands which were balled into fists, down to the man’s curled up toes and fidgety feet. He squeezed Damon’s hips, letting him know he was about to push again, he ignored Damon’s plea for gentleness and pushed harder than he should, forcing his cock another inch inside Damon’s strangling hole.
“Fuck!” Damon cried out, punching the mattress with his fist.
“Sorry,” Keegan said feebly, he looked down and could see the head of his cock was buried inside Damon’s warmness. Keegan’s stirring balls began to tighten even more, shrinking from being so horny.
Does this count? Or do I need to get my dick all the way in? Keegan was already close to blowing but he didn’t want to shame himself by shooting so early. He closed his eyes, humming to himself, trying to think of unsexy things like math equations, so he could regather command of his cock.
Damon’s tense body began to relax. “Are you done?” He asked, his voice hopeful.
Keegan kept his eyes closed. “Nope, give me a minute.”
“Come on, K dog, blow your load in my arse,” the words came out breathy and sexy, a ploy to make Keegan climax early.
Keegan slapped Damon’s arse cheek. “Shut up. Give me a moment.”
Damon laughed arrogantly, but didn’t say anything.
Once Keegan had worked out seven multiplied by twenty-two he opened his eyes, happy to be back in the driver’s seat of his own orgasm. He started grinding his erection forward, making very little progress due to its wide girth.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Damon panted, thinking his emasculation was nearing the end.
Stupid bastard. I plan to get more than just the tip in.
Keegan gave no warning, and just thrusted forward, three vigorous pumps in quick succession. The sneak attack worked, his dick sliding in past halfway.
Damon squealed and banged down on the mattress again. “Fucking, go easy I said.”
“Sorry, it’s nearly there,” Keegan lied. He pulled his cock back near the entrance and pushed forward and began drilling Damon’s arse with constant steady jabs, igniting an unshakable arse-pounding rhythm.
Damon panted in short sharp breaths, sprinkled with pained grunts. Keegan dug his nails into Damon’s side, enjoying the ownership he had of him and this impaling interaction.
Damon’s hugging hole’s friction felt amazing but it was gradually loosening—each thrust chipping away at his arsehole’s virginity. Keegan could see his dick disappearing between Damon’s cheeks, he was close to being all the way in. He picked up the pace and slammed with purpose, determined to be balls deep inside his father’s best friend.
The shift in intensity didn’t go unnoticed by Damon as he began squirming, trying to evade the ferocious fuck being dished out on his behind.
Keegan let his weight fall forward, collapsing atop of Damon’s sweaty back. He grabbed hold of his reluctant lover’s gyrating arms, hooked their feet together and pinned him down. “Stop, fucking moving so much,” Keegan hissed in his ear. He raised his hips and pushed his dick inside as hard as he could, giving Damon no choice but to accommodate his thick cock.
Damon gasped in shock at the feel of Keegan’s balls pressing against his hairy arse cheeks.
Keegan kept grinding, applying a constant pressure, making his cock feel at home so deep inside. The conquest was fully achieved and he felt obliged to share this out loud. “Guess what?” Keegan puffed.
“What?” Damon said through gritted teeth.
“You have every inch of my cock inside your arse right now,” Keegan whispered in his ear.
Damon lifted his face and grimaced. “You don’t fucking say.”
Keegan’s mind descended to a dark place, a ruthless need to further humiliate the man beneath him. “How does it feel to have another man’s cock inside you?” He asked, abusing his position of power.
Damon didn’t answer.
“Come on, how does it feel to be fucked up the arse?” Keegan prodded while he lightly prodded.
“Different,” Damon answered, holding in obvious anger.
Keegan poured steamy breaths into Damon’s eardrum. “I can’t believe I made you my bitch.”
“Don’t be a fuckwit, Keegan,” Damon muttered.
“But isn’t it weird to know your best friend’s son is balls deep inside your arse right now.” Keegan pulled half way out, plunging straight back in and kept digging.
“What do you think?” Damon said jerkily. His head bobbing from each fuck pump Keegan supplied.
“I can’t believe how good your arse feels, honestly.” Keegan dropped his tool’s rhythm down to soft nudges so he could speak clearly. “You sure you haven’t done this before?”
“Of course I’ve never fucking done this before,” Damon growled from his submissive position.
“You’re taking my dick so sweetly I just wondered if you had,” Keegan said, reciting lingo he’d heard on seedy sex sites. He licked his tongue across Damon’s damp shoulders.
“Fuck you, Keegan. Just get this over with.” Damon wriggled beneath him, trying to free his feet but Keegan pinned them down harder.
“It’s gonna be weird when you next visit. Every time I look at you I’m just gonna see a man who had a dick up his arse. MY DICK up his arse.”
“I’m very fucking happy for you, just as long as you remember our deal and keep your mouth shut!” Damon’s muscles tensed, still resisting the conquest.
“You know I will,” Keegan snapped.
“Good, and I won’t ever tell anyone that you’re gay or useless at fingering.”
Keegan ignored Damon’s only ammunition and returned a low blow. “If I was your age being bum fucked by an 18 year-old with a bigger cock than my own I’d feel so pathetic. Do you feel pathetic, old man?” Keegan licked Damon’s earlobe, lashing him with his cruel tongue. “Tell me you’re pathetic.”
Keegan suddenly felt Damon’s strength and tension unravel, his entire body becoming limp underneath him. What the fuck? Keegan stopped penetrating, laid still, soaking up the feel of Damon’s hot sticky back glued to his chest. He began kissing Damon’s neck, letting his young hands roam the macho man’s flanks.
The tiniest whispered confession fell out of Damon’s lips. “You’re right. I am pathetic.”
Keegan was stunned. “What did you say?”
“I’m pathetic,” Damon repeated, this time louder.
“At least you can admit it,” Keegan said spitefully. “Tell me why you are pathetic?”
“I’m pathetic ‘cos I fucked your girlfriend and now you’re the one fucking me.” Damon said meekly. “In the arse with a cock that’s bigger than mine.”
Keegan couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The darkness in him pushed for more. “Say thank you for the privilege.”
“Thank you.”
“For?” Keegan prompted.
“Thank you, Keegan, for fuckin
g me with your big cock.” Damon said, sounding worthless.
Keegan slid his hand to Damon’s hip, expecting a resurgence of resistance. But there wasn’t. Damon lifted his stomach up allowing Keegan’s hand under to grab hold of his cock. Keegan squeezed it, shocking himself to learn that Damon was semi-erect. What’s going on there? It didn’t matter, Keegan was more concerned with his own cock. He fumbled his hand lower and clutched Damon’s balls tightly.
Damon didn’t complain, he just lay back down atop of Keegan’s hand which kept gripping his balls fervently. “Did you want me to say thank you again?” Damon asked, officially surrendering.
Keegan hesitated. He felt his mood change like the tide, all his anger and darkness receding to wherever the hidden place was it had come from.
“I guess it wouldn’t hurt but it’s up to you,” Keegan said indifferently. He rocked back and forth slowly, regathering his rhythm. With no fight left in his plucky fuck, Keegan was able to slide in and out of Damon with far greater ease as he continued to tug and stretch his smooth sac.
“Thank you,” Damon murmured. “Thank you,” he said again and again.
Keegan gave his emotional prisoner no mercy, instead, he focused on his own pleasure.
Damon soon gave up his pitiful “thank you’s,” too consumed by the raw passion being freed upon him.
“Do you like this?” Keegan asked, yanking Damon’s nuts.
“Ye-ye- Yes,” Damon panted. He closed his eyes, digging his fingernails into the mattress as he fed manly grunts into his pillow.
Keegan made sure he battered Damon’s hole, hard as he could, not wanting the love rat to ever forget this night. The night he belonged to Keegan, an act that could never be undone.
Soon Damon’s grunts of discomfort were replaced with intrigued sighs the more his arsehole dilated.
Their sticky bodies slathered together through all the perspiration, beads of sweat dripping from their fused frames, wetting the sheets. The room was lost to the smell and sounds of sex. Keegan inhaled its musky scent, amazed how different it smelt to the afternoons spent locked away, wanking alone in his room. Keegan knew he was breathing in a melt of him and Damon—their very own fragrance of fucking. He’d never smelt anything so damn sexy and wondered if he ever would again. Suddenly he found himself craving Damon’s lips. He whispered in his submissive lover’s ear, “Kiss me.”
Damon didn’t turn his face at first. Keegan squeezed and twisted his balls harder to get his attention.
“Kiss me, Damon.” Desperation seeped into Keegan’s dominance. “Please, kiss me!” He had nearly given up hope when Damon turned his face and launched his lips to Keegan’s, pressing his tongue forward inside his mouth where they swiveled and locked together. Keegan tasted sweet, traces of whisky still lingering on Damon’s lips. They poured erotic groans into each other’s mouths as Keegan continued grinding every one of his eight inches inside him.
Damon’s hand clutched at his arse cheek, pushing him down, commanding he go deeper inside him.
Damon pulled his mouth away. “Fuck my arse, fuck it till you blow.” His eyes glistened with sexy submission.
“You want me to go harder?” Keegan asked.
“You’re the boss, K dog,” Damon replied dutifully.
Keegan felt his cock twitch at hearing this. I’m the boss! The cum in his balls welled up. He ceased with the testicle torture, letting go of Damon’s wrecked balls. Keegan slipped his hand up Damon’s firm stomach ‘till he reached his sopping, hairy chest.
“I’m close,” Keegan panted, hugging Damon tight.
“Fucking give it to me!” Damon demanded, he now had both hands on Keegan’s smooth buttocks, force feeding his own arse Keegan’s uncut soldier.
Keegan jabbed side to side, widening the sexy bastard for all he was worth.
“I’m gonna cum,” Keegan cried. “I’m gonna cum inside you.” He twisted Damon’s face around to kiss him again. Damon opened his mouth wide and obliging. They wrapped their tongues together and Keegan felt an intense trickling stream up his shaft. He gasped in Damon’s mouth as his cock shook and twitched violently, dumping a huge load of cum inside Damon’s arse.
Immediately Keegan felt his body shivering from the severe release. He lay there riding Damon’s rugged breaths beneath him. They both stay still, two exhausted bodies merged. Keegan sighed from the oneness, his arm trapped underneath Damon’s chest, their feet hooked together, his young dick buried deep inside his first time.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE:
Keegan Andrews
Damon’s quiet voice was the first to break the silence. “Is that what you wanted?”
Keegan rest his chin on Damon’s shoulder. “Yeah, I think so.” He felt dizzy, stunned. He had finally done it, had sex. The room felt like it was spinning as he tried processing what this meant. Keegan retrieved his arm and peeled his body away from Damon’s, gently pulling his rubber-wrapped cock out of his older lover’s clinging arsehole.
Keegan looked down at the condom, its end was filled entirely with his milky, white seed. He pulled it off, dropping it on the floor. He sat on the edge of the bed and rested his head in his hands. A new darkness rippled through his body.
Oh shit, here it comes.
The guilt of what he had just done rampaged his body, and it wasn’t the least bit merciful. He exhaled and stood to his feet, crossing the room and hopped into his own bed.
“Where’s my thanks?” Damon asked.
Keegan looked across and in a dozy voice replied, “Sorry. Thank you.”
Damon was smiling, the question had been a joke. He stood up straightening out the bed clothes then hopped in to go to sleep.
Keegan couldn’t understand how he looked so casual after what they had just done.
After what I made us do. What I fucking did to him!
Keegan sighed in shame. He was amazed how relaxed Damon was acting, like it was nothing. But it wasn’t nothing. Not to Keegan. This had been his first time and instead of waiting to do it with someone he loved and who loved him—or someone who at least wanted to do it with him—he had gone and forced a man twice his age into letting him fuck his arse. My father’s best fucking friend!
“Shall I turn out the light?” Damon asked. He stood naked beside his bed. His chest hair matted down with sweat, his cock soft and drooping. Keegan wondered if he had imagined the firmness of a semi he had felt in his hand. This just made him feel worse.
Keegan nodded. The light switched off and the room became as dark as his mood. In one moment he had gone from the dizzying heights of ecstasy to the depths of despair. He felt his body break out in a cold sweat and his stomach churned like it wanted to vomit out what he had done. But he couldn’t. It wasn’t as if Damon hadn’t warned him, he had said once it was done, it couldn’t be undone. Keegan covered his face with his hands and began sobbing.
Damon’s bed squeaked and soon the light switched on. “What’s wrong, K dog?” he asked, sitting concerned on the edge of his bed.
“Nothing,” Keegan lied. “I’m just being a dick.” He tried laughing, downplaying how upset he was.
Damon stared at him, a worried look in his eyes. “It doesn’t look like nothing.”
Keegan’s nose ran and he sniffled. “Nar, I’m fine. Seriously, all is good.”
“Come here, dork.” Damon said. He crawled back in his bed, shuffling to the far side and held up his blanket.
Keegan blinked his wet eyes, feeling too guilty to move.
“Keegan, just get your arse over here.” He patted the mattress. “Come on.”
Keegan looked over at Damon who wiggled his eyebrows, encouraging him to join him. He swung his feet out of bed and crossed the floor to go lay down beside Damon. Keegan lay flat on his back, stiff as a board while the blanket lowered covering both of them.
Damon scooped a hand underneath Keegan’s back, forcing him on to his side, wrapped his arms around him and hugged him from behind. “Tell me what’s wrong? I thought
you wanted this?” Damon asked, his voice came out softly, warming the nape of Keegan’s neck.
Keegan’s throat croaked as he answered, “I did but… what I did was wrong. You know, by forcing you into it. I just lost my virginity to someone who didn’t want me and who doesn’t love me or think I’m special.”
“Hardly anyone has the ideal first time, K dog. Fuck, mine was horrific,” he said, laughing to himself. “But you are wrong about something?”
“What’s that?” Keegan felt Damon’s hand glide up and down his side, trying to comfort him.
“You did do it with someone who loves you,” Damon said, planting the most tender of kisses on Keegan’s shoulder. “And for the record, I think you’re plenty fucking special.”
Keegan’s heart hummed, Damon’s words chasing away dirty shame. “You do?”
“I sure do.” He gave Keegan another peck on the shoulder. “And yeah, granted, being fucked by a bloke is not something I ever had on my bucket list but if it was going to happen I am glad it was with you.”
“Thanks.” Keegan smiled, he felt safe with Damon’s arms tucked around him and his hairy chest scratching against his back.
“I gotta say though, you are a sadistic little shit,” Damon said, laughing. “But so am I when I get going. You just got to remember where to draw the line is all.”
Keegan didn’t really know what Damon meant but agreed anyway. “Okay.”
“And maybe just maybe I deserved it for sleeping with Tess.” Damon’s hand climbed up over Keegan’s shoulder and tickled his ear before playing with his hair. “I am sorry about that. I was thinking with my cock like you were tonight.”
Keegan laughed. “Yeah, they don’t make very good choices do they.”
“They sure don’t.” Damon continued twirling Keegan’s blonde locks. “For what it’s worth, you can do better than Tess if you wanted.”
“You reckon?” Keegan laughed.
“Of course. Shit, you scored with me, didn’t you?” Damon said, holding in a chuckle.
