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The club was crowded, the dance floor a writhing mass of intoxicated, sweaty people moving in time with the rhythmic bass. Lights were flashing overhead, at a seizure-inducing frequency as Matt elbowed his way through the crowd and toward the exit.
The beat turned muffled as he climbed the stairs toward the entrance area. Eyeing the line of people still seeking entry, he wasn’t held up as he got out.
The fresh night air hit him like a slap to the face, a slight breeze caressing his sweaty skin and Matt took a deep breath.
The crowd had gotten to him, made him feel claustrophobic and the alcohol still buzzing through his veins didn’t help.
He breathed again, relishing the cool air as he turned his face toward the open sky.
“Got a light?” a deep voice suddenly addressed him.
Matt blinked, turning his head to look at the speaker.
“Sorry, man. I don’t,” he said, the words already on his lips before he’d taken in the other’s appearance. Else he might’ve simply choked on his spit.
There was something about the guy in front of him. It might have been the risqué choice in an outfit – a bloody mesh top and low-sitting tight leather pants adorning a sculpted body, or the way his lips curved around a bright smile, but for a moment, Matt found himself stunned.
He wasn’t into men, but still, he could admit that this was one good-looking guy.
“Sorry,” he repeated again after he’d shaken off his initial stupor, for some reason really embarrassed that he couldn’t provide that simple thing the stranger had asked him for.
Said stranger just threw his head back and laughed. Matt caught himself following the elegant line of his throat.
“It’s alright. That’s probably my sign to quit for good,” the man said, smiling a brilliant, blinding smile.
Matt found himself smiling back without his conscious permission.
“The club sucks, huh?” the guy said after a moment of studying him and Matt chuckled.
“You got me there.” He shoved his hands into his pockets, looking at the people still crowding around the entrance. “No idea why they’d wanna enter that hellhole.”
The stranger’s laugh rippled pleasantly through the air. “Hey, that may sound weird, but I live right around the corner and I’ve also got alcohol. Would be a lot cheaper than the drinks there. You could hang around for a while, wait till your friends catch up to you.”
“Oh, I bet they haven’t even noticed I’m missing yet,” Matt said. “One’s hugging the toilet bowl as we speak and the other two are doing their best to hook up with two girls they met.”
“Not you?”
“Nah. I just went through a breakup,” Matt found himself saying, surprising himself at how he just opened up to a stranger. He must’ve been drunker than he thought. “Anyway,” he says, waving dismissively and slightly embarrassed. “Just taking it slow.”
“I get you, bro,” the other guy replied, nodding compassionately. Strangely, Matt found that he sounded genuine.
“What do you say? We gettin' out of here?”
With a look over his shoulder at the club, Matt shrugged. “Sure,” he said. “Why not.”
“Great,” the stranger responded and Matt stared at his brilliant smile. Then he turned and Matt fell into step behind him.
The sounds of the party-goers behind them grew muffled as they distanced themselves from the club, and headed down the street.
A few drunks stumbled past them on their way. Matt slowed in his steps.
“Wait,” he said, frowning and he stopped fully. “What-” he trailed off confusedly, just when the other guy turned around.
“Is there a problem?” the stranger asked.
Matt frowned at him. “I donˋt… What was your name again?” As soon as the question left his lips, he almost felt embarrassed for having asked. Still, there was an uneasy feeling building at the back of his spine. Something he couldn’t put his finger on.
The feeling disappeared when the other guy smiled at him again. It was just as dazzling as before. “Call me Ray.”
“Okay, Ray,” Matt tried the name. “I’m Matt.”
Ray smiled. “It’s nice to meet you, Matt,” he said, smiling broadly.
He turned to walk again, and Matt followed him after a moment of hesitation. “Where do you live again?”
“Just around the corner. Don’t worry.”
Matt frowned at the ‘Don’t worry.’.
Why would he worry?
The thought didn’t leave his mind until he was blinking and already found himself standing behind Ray who was unlocking the door to his apartment.
“Come in,” he said, motioning for Matt to step inside. “You can sit down on the couch,” Ray said, gesturing at the open living room, while he headed for the adjacent kitchen.
“You want a beer?”
“Sure,” Matt said, while he took in the room. His eyes came to a full stop where Ray was bending over in front of the fridge, digging around in some of the shelves right at the bottom.
In those leather pants, he almost looked like a girl from behind. Matt swallowed and quickly averted his gaze before Ray could catch him staring.
Soon enough, Ray came swaggering over, a bottle in hand. “Here,” he said after opening it, offering it to Matt, who took it from his fingers.
His breath hitched when their hands brushed, the fading imprint of the touch still lingering.
Ray stared at their hands, his tongue darting out, wetting his lips.
Matt took a deep drag of his beer, his gaze shifting away, suddenly uneasy. “You didn’t get a beer for yourself,” he said, just to fill the silence.
“More hungry than thirsty, I guess,” Ray said and when Matt looked at him, he looked as if he hadn’t once looked away from him.
The intense attention was …something. Matt swallowed. Turned around, taking another swig of the beer before he walked over to the couch, sitting down to bring some distance between them.
He should’ve thought his plan through better, as Ray simply followed him, dropping down on the couch next to him.
Matt felt his stare while he stared straight ahead, taking another swig of his beer. Suddenly there was a hand on his thigh.
Matt jerked, spilling beer onto his shirt. “Fuck,” he choked out.
“Oh shit,” Ray said. “Let me help you.” Without asking, he pulled the bottle from Matt’s fingers, setting it down on the coffee table, and reaching to tug on Matt’s shirt.
That pulled him out of it. “Look,” Matt said, shoving Ray’s hands away. He looked at the wall as he spoke, as it seemed to be so much harder to gather a clear thought when looking at the other man. “Whatever you thought this was,” he voiced, “I’m not interested.” Matt stood up without looking at Ray. “I better go.”
“Matt.”
His name from Ray’s lips shouldn’t have such an impact on him, yet for some reason, he felt bad for wanting to leave.
“I’m not gay,” Matt said, a muscle in his jaw jumping when he heard Ray shift and a hand returned to his thigh, dangerously high near his crotch.
“Look at me,” Ray said. Despite himself, Matt found himself looking.
Ray stared up at him, with his impossibly handsome smile. Matt found his resolve faltering. Ray began to knead his thigh with his hand, pushing against him until Matt sank back onto the couch.
His mouth dried up as Ray, still looking at him, trailed his finger over his jeans up to where his limp cock was sitting behind the fabric. His palm settled over the bulge, squeezing once.
“Don’t you wanna be good for me, Matt?” Ray asked, smiling.
Helplessly, Matt let out a shaking breath. “I don’t- I…”
Ray licked over his lips. His eyes were red, Matt noticed. It hadn’t seemed relevant before, but now he wondered how he could’ve overlooked that feature before.
“Come on, now,” Ray said. “Relax.” He started to massage the bulge between Matt’s legs, while the latter dug his fingers into the armrest of the couch. He wanted to leave. He really wanted to leave. But he didn’t want to disappoint Ray either.
His prick was still limp and Ray seemed to notice. He sighed and Matt found himself flushing embarrassed.
“We need a little help there, don’t we?” Ray stood up. “You’re still so tense.”
“Sorry,” Matt said.
“Oh baby,” Ray said, cupping his cheeks with his hands, causing Matt to blush. “You don’t have to be sorry.”
And then he leaned in to kiss Matt. There was a warm tingly pressure on his lips, and at first, the latter was frozen, but a coaxing tongue licked over his mouth and then he did open it. Only the tiniest bit, but Ray immediately took advantage, slipping his tongue between the gap.
He tasted sweet and musky at the same time and Matt gasped.
Ray’s kiss turned scorching and Matt couldn’t help but lean into it, his tongue tentatively meeting its passionate counterpart.
When Ray eventually pulled back, he appeared pleased, standing where he’d inserted himself between Matt’s legs.
“There we go,” Ray said, with a smirk, while Matt blinked at him dazedly. He was hard, now in his trousers, a single kiss managing what a hand hadn’t been able to. Matt shifted, his jeans uncomfortably tight.
His stomach was tingling. “So pretty,” Ray said.
“I’m not pretty,” Matt responded, feeling a hot flush creep up his collar.
“Oh, you are,” Ray said. “Such a pretty boy.” He splayed his hands over Matt’s thighs, sinking down between his legs. “That’s why I picked you, Mattie.”
Matt panted as he stared at the handsome man between his thighs. The touch through the jeans felt scorching already. His thighs prickled. Arousal curled hotly in his guts.
“Oh, so gone already,” Ray said smiling. “My, my, you really are a keeper, aren’t you.”
“‘m not gay,” Matt said.
“Mhm, what do you call that erection then,” Ray said, with another smile. This time though, it didn’t look as handsome. There was an edge to it now, that had Matt squirming uneasily.
“Stop that,” Ray snapped and Matt froze immediately at the unexpected tone. His stomach lurched at the thought that he’d disappointed Ray.
“There’s a good boy,” Ray said, his smile back as if nothing had happened. Matt found himself relaxing somewhat, but he couldn’t, not all the way, when the other man was reaching for his waistband, slipping his fingers behind and popping the button open.
Matt sucked in a hissing breath as Ray undid the zipper and unceremoniously shoved his hand under his underwear, groping his cock.
It throbbed against Ray’s warm palm. “My, Mattie, is that all for me?”
Matt just swallowed. “I think I wanna go,” he whispered.
“Really?” Ray asked while he casually started to stroke Matt’s cock. Heat curled in his lower belly. His breath hitched when Ray rubbed his thumb over his sensitive head. “Oh, you’re getting wet, love.” Ray’s face took on a genuine expression of pleasant surprise. “Your cock is basically drooling over my fingers. Such filthy boy, Mattie.”
Matt blushed and gasped when Ray rubbed the pad of his thumb over the hole of his urethra.
“Let’s take a look, shall we.” Abruptly Ray pulled his hand back and then tugged at Matt’s jeans. “Help me a bit, Mattie,” he voiced.
“I-” Matt started, his mind torn on the matter. Ray just took his chin between his fingers and pulled him in for another kiss.
Matt gasped, stretching toward Ray when he pulled back and before he knew it, he’d lifted his hips and Ray was tugging his jeans and underwear down to his ankles.
Matt’s erect cock jutted up, now free from its restraints.
“Such a pretty dick you’ve got,” Ray purred, kneeling between his legs and dragging his hands up his calves. “Look at you.”
Matt’s breath hitched as he looked at where Ray was leaning closer toward his dick. He was so hard it was almost painful. His cockhead was flushed and a drop of precum beaded at its tip.
Ray blew at it teasingly. Matt shivered and his cock twitched. “Sensitive,” Ray said, seemingly amused. His grip tightened on Matt’s knees as he pushed his legs apart. His red eyes seemed to glow when he licked Matt’s cock.
The latter gasped at the sensation, jerking his hips up. “Delicious,” Ray purred, licking over his own lips as if he was savoring the taste.
Matt was trembling where he was sitting as Ray nosed at his dick, tracing the vein under it with his tongue. And then, from one moment to the next, his dick was enveloped by a wet hot mouth all the way to the hilt.
Matt cried out, his hands digging into the fabric of the couch as Ray started to suck his cock. He seemed to moan in time with Matt, finding his most sensitive spots with ease, tonguing at them, swirling his tongue around his head, and pressing it right against his precum blurting tip.
Matt moaned hoarsely, groaning as he jerked his hips, fucking into Ray’s mouth before the man pinned him with his hands, bobbing his head instead.
He felt his orgasm coming on, building low in his stomach, his prick throbbing in Ray’s mouth. He was a moment away from it when the man abruptly pulled off.
It was a jarring stop and Matt’s saliva-glistening prick jerked in the cold air, twitching but the lack of stimulation kept him from tipping over the edge. Matt groaned in frustration and protest.
Ray smiled up at him, his lips shiny with spit. As he stared down at him, Matt truly believed to find himself face-to-face with the devil. “Why?” he groaned.
Ray clicked his tongue. “No 'thank you'? I just sucked your dick, love. I didn’t take you for a selfish person, Mattie.”
“Please,” Matt begged. “Let me come.”
“And what do I get out of it? You come and I’ll stay unsatisfied. That really doesn’t look fair to me.”
Matt paused, licking his lips. God, he wanted to come. He needed to come. “Please, Ray.”
“You beg so prettily,” Ray said, wrapping a hand around Matt’s cock, and he moaned. “Beg for it,” Ray said.
Matt hesitated. Ray squeezed his cock once before starting to stroke torturously slow.
Matt couldn’t help it. “Please, Ray, please let me come. I’m so close. Please.”
Ray started to stroke faster and Matt groaned. He began to fuck into Ray’s fist until he could feel his balls draw up, his stomach tightened and he came with a gasp all over Ray’s hand.
The latter had thrown his head back as well. He looked drunk, staring at Matt with half-lidded red eyes.
Matt panted, slowly coming down, while Ray still stroked him. And he didn’t stop. “Stop,” Matt said when the touch bordered on becoming painful.
“I thought you wanted to come,” Ray said with a wicked smile. Matt squirmed in his grasp, trying to pull back, but Ray tightened his grip around his softening dick.
Matt froze, while Ray leaned forward, gazing up at him from under his lashes as he began to lap the cum from his hand and Matt’s dick. He began to suckle at the tip of his cock and Matt jerked away, gasping and yet unable to escape.
“Mhm,” Ray said, as he pulled back and suddenly he was in Matt’s lap, kissing him with fervor.
Matt was forced to taste his own cum as Ray had a hand wound tightly around his neck while he invaded his mouth with his tongue.
He tried to pull back still, but Ray simply went with him and before he knew it, he’d ended up on his back on the couch, with the other man still straddling him.
“Such a pretty boy,” Ray said with a glint in his eyes as he pulled back, staring at him from above. “And so innocent.” He licked over his lips. “I bet you’ve never tasted yourself before, have you?”
Matt’s silence was answer enough. Ray laughed. Matt saw his impressive dick straining against his leather trousers where he was sitting on top of his hips.
“Bet you never had your nipples played with either, have you?”
Matt strained upward, but Ray just pinned his shoulders back. “Stay still, love,” he ordered and Matt couldn’t help but obey. “Good boy,” Ray said and Matt felt his cheeks heat at the praise.
Meanwhile, Ray pushed his shirt up, fingers trailing over his stomach, tickling over his ribs until they settled on his pecs.
Matt swallowed.
“Your ex was probably such a bore, wasn’t she? A little pillow princess, never playing with you the way you deserve, huh, Mattie.”
“I’m not- she wasn’t-”
“Sure, sure,” Ray said and he dragged a thumb over Matt’s nipple. The touch went right to his dick, but he tried to show no outward reaction.
“Ohh,” Ray said, looking at him. “You liked that.”
“How do you-”
“By the time I’m done with you, Mattie, I’ll know your body better than you.”
Matt's answer got lost in a moan as Ray started to rub at his nipples, circling his thumbs around before twisting them.
His soft dick slowly hardened again, and Matt writhed under the attention, pinned by Ray’s weight.
“Or maybe,” Ray continued cruelly, “It was you who never truly had imagination. Maybe you just thought sex was about shoving your dick into a wet hole until you came.”
Matt’s denial was swiftly cut off when Ray lowered his mouth to a pec and started to suck at his nipple. “Ah,” he gasped, chest arching as Ray circled his nipple with his tongue and twisted the other with his fingers.
Matt cried out when Ray closed his teeth, around the hardened nub, biting gently, tugging at it. The pleasure-pain caused tears to well up in his eyes.
“What a slut you are,” Ray voiced smirking after he’d pulled back, rubbing at his puffy nipple, flicking it with his fingers. “So desperate for cock.”
“I’m not-”
“You are, Mattie,” Ray hissed seductively against his ear. “Don’t you feel it,” he whispered and Matt shivered. “Down there, how empty you are?”
Ray pressed a hand right onto his stomach and indeed. Where those fingers were splayed, an unbearable heat spread through Matt’s body. He writhed under the touch, gasping as he felt his dick become rock hard in an instant.
“Such a cockslut,” Ray continued. “Your hole is just waiting to be filled isn’t it?”
“Fuck,” Matt choked out, and indeed. He felt desperately empty. His asshole clenched around nothing, his hips jerked up.
“I’ll show you how sex can really feel,” Ray said. “How good. And you need it so bad, don’t you?”
“Fuck,” Matt said again, squeezing his eyes shut. It was almost painful, the emptiness he felt now, a deep ache spreading through his belly.
“Oh baby,” Ray said, “Don’t cry, baby. I got you.”
“Ray,” Matt whined.
“That’s it, baby,” Ray voiced. He pulled back, leaving Matt where he was on the couch. “Get your clothes off.”
It was a monumental effort to sit up, but Matt managed, scrambling to get everything off until he sat naked and a bit lost on Ray’s couch, looking helplessly at the man.
“You’re a vision, Mattie,” Ray voiced, “Come on. Why don’t we take that to the bedroom.”
Matt felt his throat bob. Still, the ache in his stomach was still there and Ray was Ray. He’d do anything to please him.
“Good boy,” Ray said when he followed him to the bedroom. A large king-sized bed was the centerpiece, with silky-looking sheets but Matt would’ve been content with the floor if it meant Ray would touch him again.
“Lay down – no, on your back. I wanna see your face, love,” Ray said when Matt crawled into the middle of the bed, complying.
“That’s it,” Ray said, pulling off his shirt as well – finally. Matt stared at him. He was beautiful, without a doubt, but broad-shouldered and sporting chest hair that definitely identified him as a male.
Still, Matt was as aroused as ever. More than that – when Ray tugged down his tight leather trousers, revealing his throbbing erection, jutting proudly above a pair of heavy balls, his own dick twitched.
Ray briefly dug through a bedside drawer before he joined Matt on the bed.
Matt breathed shallowly when Ray started to crawl toward him, ending up between his legs. He dragged his hands over the fine hair of the inside of his thighs, pushing them apart.
“What are you doing?”
Ray laughed. “Mattie, Matt, love. If you really have to ask, you’re not as smart as I thought you to be.”
Matt stared at Ray, swallowing at the grin he saw there. “Relax, Matt,” Ray told him and so Matt did, letting his head thump against the mattress and he stared at the ceiling.
He gasped when he felt something touch his asshole. Slick and cold and he clenched instinctively against the finger pressing against his rim.
Ray hummed. “Be a good little bitch,” he said and Matt whipped his head forward, surprised at the sudden change in tone.
“Weren’t you so needy just moments ago?” Ray asked, splaying his other hand over Matt’s stomach. His muscles flexed beneath and yet as soon as he was reminded, he whined, his dick jerking, and asshole clenching again.
“That’s what I thought,” Ray said. He rubbed a finger over Matt’s hole, circling the rim and Matt gasped when he pressed right against it. The sensations threatened to overwhelm him, only Ray’s hand on his stomach keeping him grounded as his rim gave way to the pressure, a finger slipping inside.
It was an odd sensation, yet Matt moaned, the empty feeling inside of him waning. “You’re such a slut,” Ray told him and humiliation washed over him. His dick twitched. “Such a dirty slut moaning around the fingers in his ass.” Ray began to slowly thrust his finger into his asshole. “Tell me, Matt, do you like that? Do you like having something in your ass?”
Matt felt tears pool in his eyes. He gasped when there was a slight pressure and Ray added another finger. “I didn’t hear you, bitch.”
“I like it,” Matt choked out under tears.
“Good boy,” Ray told him as he scissored his fingers open. It burned a little bit now, and Matt was full-on crying now
His cock was painfully hard and he was still coming to terms with the strange invasion of those fingers and yet he still felt so achingly empty.
“More,” he gasped out.
“You need more?” Ray asked, jabbing his fingers into Matt’s hole. “That not enough for you bitch?”
“Please,” Matt sobbed.
Ray thrust a third finger into him and Matt arched his back. It burned but it felt good as well. There was a cold sensation when Ray added more lube, it squelched between his finger and his rim. It felt odd, the difference in temperature, but the slickness took the burn away, and then Ray hit a spot that had Matt wailing.
“That’s it,” Ray groaned as well. “You’re so pretty, Mattie. So pretty for me,” he said, while Matt writhed on his fingers. “You want my cock, Mattie? Want me to fuck you?”
Matt sobbed. “Please.”
“Please what?” Ray asked, teasing the spot inside of him, causing Matt to try and fuck himself back onto those fingers.
“Please, fuck me, Ray. Please, give me your cock.”
“Of course you want it. I should’ve guessed. But I knew you were a whore from the very beginning, Mattie. Aren’t you?” Ray asked and then he pulled his fingers out of Matt's ass with a slick squelching sound, leaving him to clench around nothing but old air. Instead, Ray cradled his balls in his lube-slick fingers, rolling them like marbles in his hand before sliding further up, giving his chubby dick a squeeze. “Aren’t you a whore, Matt?”
Matt just whined. “Please, fuck me, Ray.”
“Dirty slut,” Ray said, but he let go of Matt’s cock, instead he took his legs and pushed his thighs against his chest, till his knees were almost touching his shoulder. “Hold your legs that way,” Ray ordered.
Matt didn’t hesitate for even a second, before hooking his hands under his knees, baring himself for all the world to see.
His leaking prick, where it laid on his stomach, drooling precum from its slit, his vulnerable, drawn-up balls, and his slick and wanton hole, clenching at thin air.
Ray looked at him for a long moment, drinking in his fill. His own cock stood proud, it's head a flush purple, glistening with precum at the mushroom tip.
A second went by, in which Ray grabbed the lube, squeezing it out over Matt’s hole. The slick cold feeling had him suck in a breath of air, but soon after it got stuck in his lungs anyway, as he stopped breathing entirely when Ray climbed over him, and then he felt the blunt pressure of the man’s cock pressing against his loosened entrance.
“That’s it, love,” Ray whispered, his voice ragged. Matt’s mouth had dropped open into a silent o, simultaneously wanting to jerk away from the odd intrusion, but also welcoming it. They both groaned when the head popped inside.
“See,” Ray said, grinning, “you’re into cock after all.”
Matt huffed, when Ray already jerked his hips, working his dick further into Matt’s ass. It was tight and painful now, as Ray started to thrust, sinking deeper with every jab and his face was screwed up in a grimace.
“Too much,” he gasped out, earning himself a scoff from Ray.
“You wanted it, slut,” he panted. “Don’t pretend like you didn’t beg for my cock earlier. So shut up and take it, bitch.” Ray underlined his words with a harsh thrust of his cock, which sheathed himself fully inside of Matt and punched the air out of his lungs.
Ray groaned. “Your hole is delicious, Mattie, squeezing me so tight.”
Matt cried silently, his rim clenching around the intrusion. His erection was flagging slightly but Ray began to thrust anyway, slowly at first, but soon his pace picked up and Matt’s body was rocking on the bed.
“You take it so well, bitch,” Ray panted out, his eyes glazed. “That’s what you wanted all along, isn’t it? Getting railed, fucked into the mattress like the slut you are.”
Matt could only moan, tight little gasps pushed out of him, a series of, “uh, uh, uh,”s as Ray thrust his dick into him.
Matt still held onto his legs, obedient even now, Ray’s panting face right above him. “You love this, bitch, my cock in your ass.”
Matt gasped as he was fucked, Ray’s thick shaft rubbing against his insides. It sparked something now in his belly, something that was more than the initial discomfort and more like getting fingered. It was good. So incredibly good, as the cock was thrust deeper into him.
Ray panted, his red eyes half-lidded and searing as they stared down at Matt. “So pretty, Mattie. So needy and pretty and so much pleasure inside of you. Delicious. Just right for me,” Ray said and then kissed him. A wet open-mouthed kiss that had Matt letting go of his legs in favor of wrapping his arms around the other man’s neck.
Ray thrust harder, rolling his hips against Matt’s, while he dragged a hand over the outside of Matt’s thigh before tugging it up, motioning for Matt to wrap them around his hips.
Matt broke their kiss, sucking in air as he threw his head back at how much deeper Ray seemed to reach now that his legs were locked around his lover’s hips.
“Deeper,” he begged and Ray complied, his balls slapping against Matt’s ass with every thrust.
A slap, slap, slap, that merged with the squelch of Ray’s cock thrusting into Matt's ass, their harsh breaths, and the sounds of their bodies moving against each other.
“I’m close,” Matt breathed, while Ray groaned into the juncture of his neck, jabbing his cock faster into Matt’s hole. His rim clenched around him, puffy and wet from lube, while his cock was leaking precum.
“I’m gonna fuck you so full of my cum, bitch,” Ray voiced hoarsely. “You’ll like it, Mattie. You’ll love it when it drips down your thighs, when you’re so full you’ll feel it.”
Matt groaned at the thought, his cock twitching as he was rocked on the bed, still locked in a tight embrace with Ray who seemed too lost in his own ramblings at this point to pay proper attention. “I’m gonna dump my seed inside of you, fuck you till you look pregnant with it.”
“Fuck, please,” Matt moaned. “Touch me,” he begged. “I’m so close.” His stomach was tightening, his balls jumping and he pulled the other man tighter against his body with his legs.
“Fuck, Mattie,” Ray breathed, ramming his cock into the wet hole, “I’m gonna cum. You’re gonna take it all. Every single drop of my seed. Your virgin hole is gonna be drenched. Ruined by me. Fuck. Fuck. Take it, bitch. Take it.”
Ray let out a strangled guttural groan. His eyes flashed brightly as he came, shooting his seed into him just as he had promised.
Abruptly, pleasure ripped through Matt like a tidal wave and he wailed as he orgasmed. He still felt Ray’s balls twitch against his backside, sticky from lube, while the cock inside of him throbbed, shooting his cum into him, while his own balls drew up and his dick twitched, spitting cum all over his stomach.
Ray above him shuddered, hips pressed tightly against Matt, his face screwed up in pleasure as he groaned. He pulled out of him after a long moment. Matt gasped at the odd sensation, his hole gaping into the cold and he could feel something wet drip from his hole.
Ray dragged his fingers over the wet mess on his ass, catching the trickle of cum and lube that had dripped out of him, and stuffed it back into his twitching hole with his fingers. Matt’s rim clenched weakly, around the renewed intrusion.
Ray moaned as he thrust into the mess a few more times, spreading his fingers. “You’re such a filthy mess, love,” he purred, his pupils blown wide. He sounded like he was intoxicated. “Let’s see if we can make you come again.”
“Oh god,” Matt gasped as Ray found his prostate. He was wrung out and overstimulated. The fingers rubbing at the gland, bordering on being painful.
“Please stop,” Matt cried, tears blurring his vision. He tried to pull away, to close his legs, but Ray kneeled between them, groping his sensitive and slick-stained balls to keep him from going anywhere.
"Fuck, Ray. Please, I can’t.” Matt arched his back to get away, and clenched his asshole to get the fingers out, but Ray was relentless, following his every move as he thrust his fingers inside of him, rubbing at the overstimulated spot.
“Come on, love. I know you can do it,” Ray purred. “Just one more.” He trailed his hand from Matt’s barely twitching dick up his stomach, to his chest, rubbing his cum into his skin, leaving him even more filthy.
He began to tug on his nipples a moment later, rubbing cum into them, twisting and pinching and Matt arched his back at the pleasure-pain.
“Come for me, love,” Ray said, his voice sounding ragged.
“I can’t, I can’t,” Matt cried, “Please, it hurts. It’s too much.”
“You’re talking nonsense, Mattie,” Ray said, “I think it’s about time I stuff that pretty mouth of yours.” His fingers were resting against Matt’s lips a moment later, sticky and wet from cum. “Suck on them Mattie, like a good little slut,” Ray said.
Teary-eyed, Matt opened his mouth, his cries muffled by Ray’s fingers pressing against his tongue, his ass stuffed by three more.
“Good, bitch,” Ray praised him, as he began to lick at the fingers, drooling around them as he did his best to suck at them without biting down.
Ray jabbed his fingers against his prostate, cum, and lube turning into a frothy squelching mix. “Come, for me Mattie. I know you want to. Come on. Do it. Cum, bitch.”
With Ray’s words in his ears, Matt came for a third time. He wailed, body jerking, and Ray followed him, rubbing at his prostate, while his limp dick drooled cum over his belly once again, milking it for all it was worth.
“Such a good slut for me,” Ray said as Matt fought with his consciousness. The last thing he felt, was how a plug was shoved into his twitching hole to keep everything inside of him.