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“Are we sure this’ll fly with the radios and the record labels?”
“They don’t need to know,” Maynard said. He shimmied out of his sweatpants and stripped his shirt off, turning to face the table in front of them, microphone hovering above. Danny sighed. Maynard really was a persuasive type. “You still gonna do it?” Danny nodded, watching as Maynard slipped his thumbs between his hips and his thong, slooooowly sliding them down and looking back to make sure Danny saw. “Just wondering why it had to be me,” Danny chuckled, crossing his arms. Maynard pointed. “You’ve got the biggest arms. That’s why.” He positioned the bottle of lube on the table before hopping up onto it, presenting on all fours.
“C’mon big boy, let’s get this show on the road.” Danny took a step forward, glancing from maynard’s ass to the bottle of lube then back again. “Don’t act like you don’t know how to do this.” Maynard said. Danny rolled his eyes and picked up the bottle, uncapping it and squeezing some onto his fingers. He rolled it between his fingertips before placing his other hand on maynard’s ass. “We rolling?” Maynard nodding, grinning like a cheshire cat. Danny bit back a large grin as he began to circle maynard’s entrance with his pointer finger. He could feel him twitching slightly underneath him. After teasing him for a moment, Danny gently slipped two fingers in, slowly rocking them in and out.
Maynard sighed at the intrusion, a familiar feeling. Danny curled his fingers up slightly, stroking at maynard’s prostate ever just so. Maynard’s back arched a little, stretching out under the warm pleasure. Danny added a third, swiping up and down like he was doing some sort of pap smear. “Fuuck,” Maynard groaned. His hips pushed back instinctively. “You’re certainly eager..” Danny mused, slowly pulling almost all the way out and sinking back in to the knuckle. “So loose already.” Maynard whined, his cock bobbing between his legs, flushed. “You sayin i’m some kinda whore?” Danny smiled as he added a fourth. “I ain’t not sayin it.”
Danny pushed his four fingers in all the way, letting his thumb stroke over Maynard’s taint softly. He watched as his fingers continued thrusting and Maynard’s cock bounced along with the movement, twitching hard when he touched his prostate. Maynard moaned at a particularly rough thrust, settling on his elbows with his face pressed against the table. Danny scissored his fingers, stretching them as far as they’d go. “Hholy fuck.. God this feels so good. I shoulda brought this up- hah- earlier.” Danny laughed. “Where are we gonna tell the other two we got the soundbite from?” Maynard waved his hand dismissively, “Let em guess. Not hard to figure out. Now give me your fist.” Danny pulled his hand back, watching Maynard’s hole gape as he uncapped the lube and poured a generous amount onto his hand, rubbing it all over, down past his wrist. “Ready?”
Maynard nodded, biting his lip. Danny pushed in, letting his entire fist slide easily into place. Maynard groaned loudly, sides heaving. “That was a good one,” Danny said, gently opening and closing his fist inside. Maynard’s eyes fluttered as he tried to respond, but grabbed his dick instead. He gripped it tightly, jerking upwards at a devilishly slow pace. “Yeah, uhn, just like that…” Danny watched emotions swim across Maynard’s face, pain, pleasure, focus. He felt Maynard clenching around his wrist feebly, he was so warm inside. He pulled out a little, stroking Maynard’s ass with his free hand before pushing even further in, Maynard taking him to the middle of his forearm. “Oohhhhh my god- fuck-” Maynard moaned. “Fuck me,” He strained. Danny did just that, pulling out completely with a wet ‘pop’ before pushing back in all the way, feeling Maynard open up for him. Maynard’s free hand scrabbled for purchase on the table, his other hand still choking his cock, not even able to focus enough energy to stroke it anymore. He could feel every inch of Danny’s huge hands push into him and pop out of him accompanied by a slew of vulgar sounds. It was the extremes of full and empty, over and over again that made him cry out against the table.
He opened his eyes slightly to stare at the bulge pressing out from his stomach whenever Danny would push in. “How’re you doin?” Maynard groaned loudly in response. “More..” Danny was a little shocked at just how much Maynard was willing to take, but he obliged, pushing in to the elbow now. Every push tore a loud ‘uhhgnn’ from maynard, and every pull a quiet gasp. “Harder!” Maynard cried from beneath him, tears flowing down his cheeks. Danny hesitated, but gave in, almost punching maynard from the inside. His whole body moved with every thrust and his thighs shook. “I’m- i’m gonna-” Maynard barely choked out, eyes rolling back in his head. Danny gave one last tremendous push, letting maynard take him to the bicep as he yelled, cock spilling all over the table. He shook hard as danny slowly pulled out, admiring his own work. He moaned shakily, letting his legs collapse and fully rest on the table. “You.. think we got it?” Danny laughed, wiping off his arm with a nearby rag. “Oh yeah, we got it alright.”