Test of Endurance (Up-Ending Tad: A Journey of Erotic Discovery Book 2)

by Kora Knight

  Huh. Tad hadn’t seen that coming.

  Nevertheless, he couldn’t resist picturing their new set up inside in his head. Scott’s thick thighs spread and mirroring Tad’s, their crotches just inches apart. The visual was hot. Really, really hot.

  Tad’s legs shifted against Scott’s silky shorts, renewed gratitude for that second towel surging to life in his gut. Because, as always—or at least that’s how it felt to Tad—his legs were once again spread. Super wide. With Scott’s palpable gaze looking on.

  Scott straightened said towel back into place then ran his palms along Tad’s thighs. “You ready to get back up on the horse?”

  “Uh huh,” Tad drawled, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. It wasn’t like Scott would see it, what with Tad’s little mask keeping them covered. And thank God for it. He couldn’t even begin to imagine meeting Scott’s hot stare at the moment. To hold the guy’s gaze while he jerked Tad off. Too see his lusty satisfaction each time he made Tad grunt. That’d be way more than Tad could bear. He’d bust a nut in seconds flat. His belly churned anxiously just from the thought.

  A cap snapping open stole his attention. Tad stilled. That sound had a way of stripping his calm.

  “Relax,” Scott chuckled. “It’s just a hand job.”

  Tad turned his head, suddenly realizing the guy would be watching him intently through it all. Eating up every twitch Tad fought back, witnessing every irrepressible moan. Ugh. More embarrassing awkwardness.

  And then came the sound of big oily palms rubbing briskly together. Scott gripped Tad’s cock with one hand and cupped his sack with the other. Tad’s abdominals clenched harder. Scott’s no-hands-barred contact was a heady fucking thing. Screw it. There was no going back now. He might as well let go and enjoy the ride.

  As if on the very same homoerotic page, Scott gave his shaft a pump. “Alright, babe. Focus on your breathing. Time to have some fun.”

  Scott’s thumb circling Tad’s crown sent a swirling shiver up from the base of his spine. Slowly, Scott increased his pace, as well as the strength of his grip. Tad groaned, clutching the sides of the table. His lips parted, inhaling a lungful of incense and herbs. In the back of his awareness, Adam Levine’s vocals kicked and crooned away. “So I’m following the map that leads to you…” It felt like Tad was in some sensual dream—one he’d wake up from sticky and wet.

  It didn’t take Scott long to reduce him to writhing. With each upward pump, fire licked up Tad’s shaft, every downward drive sending wisps to his balls. But then Scott turned things erotically sporadic. Slowing down, he focused intently on Tad’s sack while squeezing and tease his crown. But then, without warning, he’d speed shit back up, pistoning Tad so fast he could hardly breathe.

  “Scott!” he croaked. “Oh my god, dude! Slow down!” But Scott didn’t relent, like he somehow knew just how much Tad could take. And that he still had fight left in him. Tad, however, wasn’t convinced. In fact, he was pretty sure he was about to combust. He trembled and shook as he fought to hold back.

  Abruptly, Scott slowed with an appreciative growl. “Nice.”

  Struggling for breath, Tad’s whole body twitched. But just when he’d nearly got his bearings, Scott kicked things right back up.

  “Fuck!” Tad cried, body arching for control. Scott’s methods held absolutely no rhyme or reason, keeping Tad from ever knowing when to brace. Again and again and again and again. Relentlessly mind-scrambling, utterly disorienting.

  Tad gasped and shuddered, snarled and cursed, thighs shifting unceasingly atop of Scott’s knees. Which effectively ensured that wicked butt vibe kept assailing his prostate. His crotch felt like it was about to go up in a pandemonium of flames. Nope, no way he was going to last for long. “Shit, yeah. Aw, fuck, yes,” Tad panted as he writhed. “Oh god, dude, I need to come.”

  “Mmm,” Scott rumbled. “You do, but you won’t.”

  Tad bit back a whimper.

  Scott’s hand slowed down to a crawl, as if giving Tad a chance to regroup. His other released its hold on Tad’s nuts to instead splay over his six-pack. It was a calming touch and soon Tad’s tremors were under control. “Good?” Scott murmured.

  Tad didn’t answer right away. He was too busy trying to douse the fire in his groin. Not that it’d ever dissipate completely with Scott’s fist doing its slow up-and-down. Finally, Tad clenched his jaw and gave a single nod. “Yeah. Good.”

  Again, Scott’s hand built up its pace, each juicy sounding piston tantalizing Tad’s ears. Shick-shick, shick-shick, shick-shick… In no time, he was back at critical, stomach contracting wildly as he fought not to come.

  All the while, Scott’s other hand lingered atop his abs. “Fuck, babe,” he rasped. “I love the way your six-pack kicks against my hand. Clenching and releasing in perfect time to each stroke I give your cock.” He slowed to give a demonstrative pump. Tad moaned through the up-down and, right on cue, his abdomen tensed up tight. Scott’s throat gave a happy rumble. “Jesus, I could watch you like this forever. It’s seriously goddamn beautiful.”

  Tad’s head cranked back, his neck tendons straining. “Shit, dude. I’m ready to blow.”

  Another rich growl rolled his way. “No quitting, Tad. You hold that shit back.”

  Air sawed like mad in and out of his lungs. “Oh, fuck, Scott. I can’t. I really fucking can’t.” Hands gripping the ledges like clamps on crack, his limbs began to shake. Baring down, he focused on not letting go. Which just added pressure to that stupid freaking plug, which in turn, sent more voltage to his G.

  Holy hell, he was going to blow.

  His nuts balled tight and his crown swelled hard, but just as Tad felt himself coil to unload, Scott let go of his dick completely. All contact gone, just cool stark air. Tad struggled for breath, sweat blooming over his body.

  “Oh fuck,” he panted. “Holy shit, that was close.” He grimaced, a dull ache forming in his sack.

  As if reading his mind—or his body… or whatever—Scott cupped him and gently massaged. “I got you. No worries. I got you. You’re good.”

  Tad coughed out a laugh and rocked his pelvis. Like a crazy person, he just wanted Scott back on his cock. “Yeah, uh huh. Good and wrecked.”

  Scott’s free hand rubbed soothingly along Tad’s thigh, then returned to his stomach to caress him there, too. Finally, “You cool?”

  Tad exhaled, groaned, then warily nodded. “Yeah. I think.”

  Scott chuckled and reclaimed Tad’s shaft. “Only one way to find out.” Once more, he started with fisting slow, crown to base, base to crown, again and again. But just like always, things picked up fast. Sensation overload barreled back. Tad arched on a shout, then sucked in a breath and held that lungful tight. Which was instinctive, but not very smart. Because that’s what worked best when he wanted to orgasm. Something he did when fighting whiskey dick… or screwing his past so-called girlfriends.

  “Babe,” Scott barked, snagging his attention. “You gotta remember to breathe.”

  Air burst from Tad’s lungs in a rush. His hips started to buck, the tell-tall sign that he was cresting the edge. His legs kicked, his hands fumbling for purchase. “Oh, fuck. I—I’m gonna—Oh, shit, I’m gonna—”

  “No,” Scott growled, yanking his fist up Tad’s length and off the tip of his head.

  “Ah!!” Tad howled, the sound jamming in his throat. He was dying, he could feel it. One big blue ball already in the grave. He jerked and shuddered, breath hitching in his lungs as that vibe lit him up from behind. Frantically, he shook his head no. “Fuck, Scott,” he croaked, gulping down air. “I’m done. I can’t do it. I’m done.”

  Scott gripped his hips. “You can’t give up now, Tad. You’re halfway there. You can do this. You’ve done it before.”

  Tad shook his head more adamantly. “I don’t care about colossal orgasms anymore. I just wanna come.”

  Scott grunted softly, the sound laced with empathy. “Here. Let’s try it this way first.” As if mindful to touch
Tad as little as possible, he slid his thumb and index finger around the base of Tad’s junk then slowly squeezed nice and tight. Tad winced at the super-snug cock ring imitation. Resourceful, sure, but Tad wasn’t sold. Because even though it’d definitely help stave off orgasm, it wouldn’t do a thing for the craziness around back.

  “Scott,” he panted, shifting in his grip. “Can’t you at least… take that thing… out of my ass? It’s making me fucking mental.”

  Scott wrapped his free hand back around Tad’s dick. “But you’re so damn gorgeous when you’re mental.”

  Tad whimpered a curse as Scott fell back to task, pumping his cock like it was the last one on earth. The fire still licked, but Scott’s clamp did help, keeping the pressure in check. Which proved to be a blessing, but also a curse. Just as Tad had feared, the slight respite up front made the chaos in his ass that more noticeable.

  He moaned, pelvis swiveling, suddenly desperate for… he honestly wasn’t sure. One thing he did know? That mother fucking vibe was going to be his undoing. Too subtle a vibration to put him over the edge, too small to adequately scratch his itch. It was kinky, erotic torture of the most aggravating kind.

  Squirming, his hips bucked to the tune of Scott’s pace. “Shit, Scott, shit,” came his punctuated gasps, which seemed to only spur the guy on. A low, steady rumble emitted from Scott’s throat. A sound that did not help Tad’s cause.

  “Hold on, beautiful.” Scott tightened his grip. “Time to see what you’re made of.”

  Tad hissed a ripe curse, dread clashing with anticipation. This was going to be awesome and majorly suck. Heaven and Hell. Rapture and misery. Ecstasy and mind-scrambling madness. He had enough experience at Scott’s mercy to know that much for sure. His stomach clenched anxiously as his entire body braced.

  Scott’s fluid pumps accelerated as his “cock ring” constricted its hold. Furious pleasure assailed Tad’s crotch, erratic jolts careening through his torso and legs. Hands shuffling, toes curling, he instinctively tried to thrust, but Scott’s hold held him down. All six feet of him started to shake. “S-S-Scott,” he ground out. “I’m g-g-gonna come.”

  Scott fisted his crown and gave it a squeeze. His other hand did the same to his nads. Tad belted a shout, his head pitching back. Again, the guy’s tricks quelled his eruption, but did nothing for Tad’s thrumming ass.

  His sphincter clenched and his pelvis rocked. He needed something back there to grind against, something with mass to help create friction. And damn it, he needed it fast.

  “Scott,” he grimaced. “I need… fuck, I need…”

  “What,” Scott growled. “What do you need?”

  If Tad had control of his body, he would’ve gone still. Scott sounded nearly as unglued as Tad felt. But Tad couldn’t think about that. Hell, he could hardly think at all. Was too busy writhing, too busy needing. His hips bucked forward then ground against the table. “I need,” he strained. “Oh god, I need more.”

  “More what?” Scott persisted, his voice an anxious snarl. Tad shook his head, unable to verbalize. Scott gave his shaft a couple curt pumps. “More of this?”

  Tad hissed and shook his head, hands fumbling to grab Scott’s knees. “No,” he panted. “Not—not there.” His legs hooked around Scott’s hips, subconsciously scooting his ass toward Scott’s crotch. As if something was telling him getting closer would help. The action must’ve given the guy a heads up.

  A soft curse rumbled Tad’s way. “Shit, babe. This? Is this what you need?” Keeping a solid grip on Tad’s nads, Scott relinquished his dick to fumble between his cheeks. In seconds the plug was gone from Tad’s ass… replaced by two warm, thick fingers. They delved to the hilt then stayed firmly put.

  Tad moaned in relief, clenching them tight. Immediately his hips began to rock, restlessly impaling himself on the stationary intrusion. Faster and faster, again and again. “Fuck, yes,” he ground out. “Oh, shit yes. Oh, fuck.”

  A raw, needy groan rolled past his ears. “Tad, oh my god, I’m gonna come just watching you.”

  Tad barely registered his words. Still, something inside made him grasp the sentiment and shove it away for later. He had a feeling he just might really enjoy it. In the meantime, he fumbled to grab Scott’s knees. “Please,” Tad grit out, still fucking his fingers, “I need you to jack me, too.”

  Scott made a strangled noise, then laughed in exasperation. “Fuck. I only have two hands. And I can’t let go of your sack or, sure as shit, you’ll blow.” He curled his buried digits upward and gave a slow steady pump. “Do you want my fingers here? Or around your cock.”

  Tad cursed in desperation. He needed them both places really freaking bad. And for some reason using his own hand just wasn’t an option. It needed to be Scott. In times like this, he craved the guy’s touch in a way he couldn’t explain. His head craned back as he rode Scott’s fingers. Holy shit, they felt good. A fresh quake emerged as Scott ground into his gland. “Sh-sh-shit, dude. M-mother fuck. I n-n-need you at both.”

  Scott slid free with a frustrated growl, unhanding Tad’s package, too. Tad groaned. The abrupt loss was brutal, downright devastating—until firm hands gripped his hips and tugged their bodies flush. “Babe,” Scott groaned, his cock against Tad’s nuts. “Please… Shit… Let me use my dick.”

  Tad stilled, scrambling to wrap his brain around Scott’s words—which wasn’t exactly easy. All thoughts were still morning the loss of the dude’s fingers.

  Scott tightened his grip. “Say yes,” he rasped, giving Tad’s ass a meaningful grind. “God, I need you so fucking bad.”

  His entreaty shot straight to Tad’s cock, then his balls, then delved deep into his ass. But strangely enough, it didn’t stop there. Detouring upward, it swirled through Tad’s belly then shot up to ignite his chest. It filled him so full, he could hardly breathe.

  “Tad,” Scott groaned. “Just one more time.”

  The ache in his voice tore at Tad’s ribs. He scrambled for some rational reason to give in. To give them both what they wanted. Scott’s dick joining the party would free up the guy’s hand, and honestly, Tad was way past over-thinking the consequences. Scott could do him right, had a track record to prove it. And it wasn’t like anyone would know…

  Tad forced out a hard and resolute breath. “Yeah. Yeah, okay. Just one more time.”

  Man, was Scott’s happy moan more priceless than gold. So bad, Tad wanted to steal a peek at his handsome fucking face. See for himself the guy burning with need, in a way that was solely for Tad. But also, he was pretty sure Scott was sporting that smile. The one Tad really freaking liked.

  The sliding of fabric against skin met his ears. Scott’s shorts, he presumed, relinquishing the guy’s dick. Tad’s towels abruptly disappeared, followed by a rumbling, “Lift your ass.”

  The second he complied, Scott slid the said towels beneath Tad to keep him raised. Tad stiffened, suddenly feeling vulnerable. Offered. Exposed.

  But then came that gentle familiar snap, followed by more fragrant oil. It drizzled over his dick and around his nuts, then seeped down to drench his hole. Tad clenched in anticipation, his cock twitching anxiously with the need to come.

  A wrapper ripped open. Tad closed his eyes and tuned in to the soft snick-snick-snick of a condom unrolling. But then came the most erotic noise of all; the slick, seductive sound of Scott lubing up his cock. Tad’s heart pounded wildly, his breaths turning clipped—until Scott palmed his ass cheek and held it to the side. Then Tad’s breathing just flat-out stopped.

  Slippery fingertips nudged his hole. “Come on, babe. Invite me in.”

  Jaw ticking, Tad bore down against Scott’s touch. Immediately, Scott sank as deep as he could go. Tad moaned and gripped the dude’s knees even harder.

  Scott growled. “God, I love how you feel inside.” He gave Tad’s channel a leisurely stroke. “All silky… and hot… and tight.” His fingers fell into a slow in-and-out, swiveling clockwise and then twisting the other way. His other hand r
ecaptured the base of Tad’s junk—reminding Tad that technically he still wasn’t supposed to come.

  Son of a bitch.

  Scott added a third and started to pump, masterfully teasing and strumming his G. “Uh! Uh-uh!” Tad grunted in response, short breaths repeatedly punching from his mouth. The guy had his prostate pulsing like a strobe light, hiking that pressure back up through the roof. “Oh, god,” Tad panted. “Feels so fucking good.”

  Scott slowed his pace then abruptly stopped. Scissoring his fingers, he kept them parted against Tad’s ring. Tad hissed at the unexpected pain.

  “What it’s gonna feel like,” Scott purred, “when my dick is back inside you.”

  Tad struggled to adjust. The sooner he relaxed, the sooner he’d have the guy everywhere he needed him: deep in his ass and tight around his cock. Slowly, his sphincter went pliant and soft. Scott eased his trio back into action, each time burying them deep enough to bump Tad’s cheeks with his knuckles. Tad moaned, rocking instinctively to the tune of each thrust.

  “Fuck, yeah,” Scott rumbled. “That’s my gorgeous boy.”

  But as good as those pumping fingers felt, Tad’s dick was weeping for attention. He could literally feel his crown oozing precome down his shaft. “Please,” he ground out. “Come on, dude. Fuck.”

  “Alright. Think you’re ready. God knows, I am.”

  Tad panted a laugh at Scott’s anxious admission—stopping short when the guy grabbed his ass cheek again. Spreading him wide, Scott dragged his head up and down Tad’s oily crack. Leisurely, lazily, he increased the pressure with each swipe across Tad’s hole. It was methodically maddening… and wickedly Scott.

  The motherfucker.

  Frustrated, Tad bore down on the next weighted pass. Maybe he could get the guy to unwittingly sink inside. Scott apparently liked that shit. Cursing on a growl, he squeezed Tad’s cheek and gave a serious nudge. Tad hissed at his crown’s sheer surface area. He’d forgotten how huge Scott was.