Tempting the Straight: A Game of Seduction with My Attractive Friends

[MastiffNutz]

Chapter 6

As the first rays of sunlight peeked through the blinds, I stirred awake, disentangling myself from Jason's loose embrace. I slipped on a pair of boxers and padded quietly out of the bedroom to start breakfast.

The savory aroma of shrimp and grits wafted through the apartment, filling the air with a comforting warmth. By the time Jason emerged from the bedroom, a trail of golden light following him, the dish was ready.

He stood in the kitchen entrance, completely bare, his skin glowing with a healthy sheen. "Damn, that smells good," he rumbled, his voice still rough with sleep. His gaze landed on the steaming skillet, and a hopeful note crept into his tone. "You made enough for me?"

I smiled, scooping a generous portion of the creamy, spicy goodness into a plate for him. "Of course, bro."

Jason settled onto the couch, cradling the warm bowl in his hands. His long, muscular legs stretched out, and his massive soft cock rested heavily over the edge of the cushion.

Between bites, he let out a satisfied grunt. "Man, damn, this shit is good," he mumbled appreciatively, his words muffled by the hearty spoonful of food. "You cook good like your mama."

A grin tugged at the corners of my mouth as I watched him devour the meal. It was a simple compliment, but one that held a lot of meaning coming from him. Our mothers had been close friends growing up, and Jason had always admired my mom's cooking skills.

After finishing his breakfast, Jason set the empty bowl aside and leaned back, his hand absently stroking his flaccid cock. "Thanks for the meal, bro,"

Jason's languid movements caught my eye as he shifted on the couch, his gaze meeting mine with a hint of mischief. "Hey, Noah, can I take a shower?" he asked, his voice low and smooth.

"Of course, go ahead," I replied, leaning against the counter nearby. A playful smirk danced across my features as I added teasingly, "But honestly, I wouldn't mind seeing you strut around the house buck-ass naked all day."

Jason rolled his eyes, a small groan escaping his lips. "Alright, don't start with that gay shit now," he retorted, though there was no real heat behind his words.

I giggled, tossing him a towel before heading back to the kitchen to clean up. As the sound of running water filled the bathroom, I couldn't help but imagine what Jason looked like under that stream, his rugged physique glistening with droplets.

As I wiped down the countertops, my fingers absently scrolled through my phone, drawing my attention to the string of notifications. Two missed calls from Grayson caught my eye, and a pang of guilt twisted in my gut. I'd promised to swing by his place last night, but Jason's sudden appearance had thrown everything off balance.

Realizing I needed to rectify the situation, I quickly texted Grayson an apology. "Hey bro, I'm sorry I totally forgot to come over. I'll make it up to you," I sent, hoping to salvage our plans.

Almost instantly, Grayson's response pinged through. "Yep, whatever, bro," he wrote, sensing disappointment from his dry reply.

Jason walked into the living room fresh out of the shower, the towel slung casually over one broad shoulder. Water droplets clung to his chiseled torso, trailing down to his lower half, where they left a damp patch on the front of his jeans.

Jason flashed me a mischievous grin, clearly enjoying the effect he had on me. "Hey bro, I've got to take my son to the mall. You want to join us," he said, his voice low and persuasive.

I smiled at Jason, shaking my head. "I can't do it today; I have some errands to run. Maybe next time, though!" I replied, feeling grateful for his invitation

Jason's eyes gleamed with amusement as he continued to press the case. "Aw, come on, bro. He'll be happy to see his Uncle Noah!" he teased, his tone light and playful.

I couldn't help but chuckle, shaking my head with a touch of anticipation. "Jason, the kid's only 4 years old. Chances are he doesn't even remember me since I haven't seen him in a year," I pointed out logically, though a part of me wanted to go.

Jason laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that seemed to fill the room. "That's true, but I bet he'd still love to see you," he insisted, a playful glint in his eye.

As much as I wanted to join them, I knew I had responsibilities to attend to. "Sorry, man. I really wish I could, but I have too much on my plate today," I explained apologetically.

Jason shrugged, not seeming too bothered by my refusal. "No worries, bro. Another time then," he said easily as he pulled on a white t-shirt, the fabric stretching taut over his muscular chest and arms.

He sat down on the couch to lace up his sneakers, the casual domesticity of the act sending an unexpected wave of warmth through my chest. There was something undeniably appealing about the way he moved, the ease with which he carried himself.

Once he was ready, Jason stood up, towering over me for a moment. He clapped a friendly hand on my shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Take care, bro. We'll catch up soon," he said with a genuine smile.

With a nod, I returned his smile, feeling a sense of gratitude towards him. "Definitely, man. Have fun with your son," I replied, genuinely wishing him well.

Two weeks had passed since I last saw Jason, but we'd kept in touch via text. I hadn't made it over to Grayson's place yet, juggling my schedule between work and studying to become a registered nurse.

After a long day at work, I approached my apartment building and caught sight of Connor lurking near the entrance. I tried to ignore him, but he deliberately slammed his shoulder into mine as I passed. "What the fuck is your problem?" I snapped, spinning around to confront him.

Connor's sneer turned into a full-blown grin. "Oh, I don’t like your bitch ass," he taunted, squaring off against me. "You're a worthless piece of shit, you nasty cumslut."

My heart pounded in my chest as I stood frozen for a moment, grappling with disbelief. My trembling hands fumbled for my keys, desperately trying to unlock my door. "I hate faggots like you!" he shouted, his voice echoing in the air. The anger in his tone sent chills down my spine.

My eyes widened in shock at Connor's vile words trying to out me, but before I could react, instinct took over. In one swift motion, I clamped my hand over Connor's mouth, muffling his insults. Using all my strength, I yanked him into my apartment, slamming the door shut behind us.

Connor's teeth sank into my palm, making me cry out in pain. "Ouch! Did you fucking bite me?!" I screamed, adrenaline coursing through my veins. I shoved him away, nursing my injured hand.

He stumbled back, a twisted smirk still plastered on his face. "Damn right I did, pussy. Don't you ever put your hand over my fucking mouth," he exclaimed, taking a step closer and sizing me up.

As Connor came closer, I noticed the growing bulge in his shorts. He grabs me by my jaw, “I will fuck you up!” Some adrenaline surged through me. Instead of backing down, I reached down and grabbed his groin area, applying pressure. "Fuck me up, bitch," I dared, looking him straight in the eyes.

Caught off guard, he released the grip on my jaw. I didn't give him a chance to recover from his confusion. Seizing the opportunity, I pushed him down onto the couch, standing over him.

I leaned over him, pinning him down on the couch with my other hand. Our faces were close, and I could see the surprise in his eyes. "You want to fight me?" I asked, staring him down with my hand still on his growing cock. "Or do you want to fuck me?" I enunciated seductively as my heart raced.

Connor remained speechless, his mouth agape as I sat on him. I started grinding on his bulge slowly, feeling his tension build. A thrill coursed through me from the sensation of showing him who's boss.

He couldn't believe what was happening - Noah, the guy he’d been harassing, now had him pinned down, my hand firmly gripping his throbbing erection through his shorts. The intensity in his gaze left no room for misinterpretation.

"Fuck...you..." he managed to stammer out, his voice barely above a whisper. The feel of my body pressing against him, combined with the way I was grinding against his cock, made his stubbornness crumble. Connor’s dick was hard as steel.

My bold declaration resonated in his ears, and despite everything, Conner found himself wanting to hear more. "Give it to me already," he growled, finally giving in to the desire that had been simmering beneath the surface.

With a shaky breath, Connor's hands explored my toned body, sensing the warmth emanating from my skin. His fingers glided along my sides, outlining the shape of my muscles before sliding beneath the edge of my shirt to caress my abs.

My teasing tongue licks along his inner thigh, sending electric shocks through his nerves. He couldn't help but moan softly, his resolve weakening further. "Shit...stop," he gasped, even as his hips involuntarily buck up towards me. The conflict within him rages on—his lingering homophobia warring with the overwhelming lust coursing through his veins.

Even with his objections, I notice him spreading his legs wider, giving me better access to his aching flesh. Connor's hands tangle in my hair, guiding my mouth closer to where he needs me the most. "Fuck...just suck it already," he demanded impatiently, pushing my head towards his straining erection.

After removing his shoes and socks, his toes curl as I lean in, inhaling deeply the musky scent of his sweat-drenched feet. Connor lets out a choked groan, his face flushing red with embarrassment and arousal. "Fucking hell, stop...it's weird," he protests weakly, even as his body responds eagerly to my touch.

With a sly smile, I hook my fingers under the waistband of his briefs and slowly drag them down, exposing his thick, veiny cock to the cool air of the room. It springs free, bobbing enticingly in front of me. Connor's eyes widen at the sight of his own member, glistening with precum.

Connor’s dick appears to be roughly 6.5 inches long, with a smooth, unblemished surface that glistens with a healthy sheen, inviting anyone who lays eyes on it. The plump head is enticing, and the shaft is as wide as a soda can, featuring prominent veins promising intense pleasure with each thrust.

"Look at that fat cock," I taunt, wrapping my hand around his shaft and giving it a slow, deliberate stroke. "You're so hard for me, aren't you?"

Connor's breathing grows ragged as I continue stroking his impressive length. His eyes flutter closed, a look of pure bliss crossing his features. "Shit...fuck...yeah," he pants, his hips rocking up to meet my hand.

I lean in, dragging my tongue up the underside of his cock, savoring the salty taste of his skin. Connor's reaction is immediate - his grip on my hair tightens, and a guttural moan escapes his lips. "Ah, fuck...your mouth feels so good," he groans, his head falling back against the couch.

Emboldened by his response, I wrap my lips around the head of his cock, sucking gently as I bob my head up and down his shaft. Connor's hands fly to my hair, holding me in place as he starts to thrust shallowly into my mouth. "Mmmph..."

Without warning, I relax my throat and take all of Connor's massive cock down to the base, burying my nose in his musky pubes. My lips stretch obscenely around his girth as I swallow around him, my throat muscles massaging his sensitive flesh.

"AHHH FUCK!" Connor roars, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. His hips surge forward, driving his cock deeper down my spasming throat. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes from the intense pleasure bordering on pain.

Overwhelmed and lost in a haze of lust, Connor starts spewing out a stream of slurs. "Take it, you fucking cockslut! Choke on my dick like the little bitch you are! Nngh, your throat feels so goddamn good wrapped around my cock!"

With a primal grunt, Connor wraps his powerful legs around my head, locking me in place as he begins to piston his hips, fucking my face with reckless abandon. His heavy balls slap against my chin with each brutal thrust, the force nearly knocking me off balance.

"Mmph! Ggkkkhh...f-fuck yeah, take it all!" he growls, his voice muffled by my stretched lips. Connor's cockhead repeatedly hits the back of my throat, making me gag and choke around his thickness.

Despite the discomfort, I can tell he's getting close. His thrusts become erratic, and a bead of precum leaks onto my tongue with each pass. Connor's grip on my hair tightens, pulling me impossibly deeper onto his dick. "Gonna cum...fuck, gonna fill your mouth with my load!"

With a final, savage thrust, Connor explodes inside my mouth, his hot seed erupting in thick ropes that coat my tongue and the back of my throat. I feel him pulsing and throbbing as he empties himself completely, flooding my senses with the musky taste of his release.

"FUCK YEAH, SWALLOW IT ALL, YOU FAGGOT!" he bellows, his homophobic slur dripping with a mix of disgust and post-orgasmic euphoria. Connor's legs tremble around my head as he rides out his climax, his cock twitching and spurting the last drops of cum down my throat.

As the orgasm subsides, Connor slowly releases his death grip on my hair, allowing me to pull away with a wet pop. Strings of saliva and semen connect my lips to his softening cock before breaking apart.

Still panting heavily, Connor stares down at me in shock and horror as I sit astride his hips, casually stroking my own aching erection. Realization dawns on him like a punch to the gut, and he scrambles backward on the couch, pushing me off of him with a strength born of panic.

"What the fuck?! Get off me, you sick freak!" he snarls, his face contorted in revulsion. Connor quickly grabbed his shorts and pulled them up, putting as much distance between us as possible. He jumps to his feet, looming over me menacingly.

"I ain't no faggot! You forced yourself on me, you fuckin' queer!" Connor spits, his fists clenched at his sides. “Oh, so you want to fight this naked faggot now?” I tease him, sensing the mix of emotions bubbling up inside him.

Connor's eyes narrow, his chest heaving with agitation as he glares down at me, still stark naked except for the shorts hastily thrown on. "Fight? I don’t fucking want you near me." he sneers, but there's an undercurrent of uncertainty in his voice.

He takes a step closer, towering over me, yet his movements seem almost hesitant. "You're twisted, man. Seriously fucked up." Connor shakes his head, trying to clear the confusing thoughts swirling in his mind.

But even as he speaks those harsh words, I notice his gaze drifting lower, lingering on my body in a way that betrays his true feelings. The air between us crackles with tension, charged by the unspoken attraction simmering beneath the surface of their animosity.

I stand up slowly, meeting his gaze with sincere warmth. "You’re free to go if you'd like, but I’m heading to my room to take care of myself," I say to Connor, flashing a tempting smile.

As I saunter towards my bedroom, my bare ass swaying hypnotically with each slow step, I can feel Connor's heated gaze burning into my skin. I glance back over my shoulder, catching his eye and holding it captive with a sultry smile.

"You should come," I purr, my voice dripping with innuendo. "You haven't tried my other hole." My words send a jolt through him - the image of me touching myself, pleasuring the very body he just secretly wants, ignites something primal within him.

"You're playing with fire, faggot," he growls, but it lacks conviction. With that, I push open the door to my room and disappear inside, leaving Connor frozen in place. For a long moment, he just stands there, indecision warring within him as he watches the door close behind me.

Finally, with a muttered curse, Connor storms after me, his footsteps heavy on the hardwood floor. He bursts into my room without knocking, his chest heaving with a mix of anger and arousal.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he shouts, wrestling with his emotions, aware that the affairs unfolding could change everything.

Stunned by the sight before him, Connor freezes in the doorway, his eyes locked onto my form, squirming in pleasure atop the bed. The erotic scene plays out like a slow-motion film - my hands moving deftly along my length, stroking and squeezing as I arch my back, moaning wantonly.

A trail of pre-cum glistens on my fingers as I stroke myself. "Connor, stop playing and get over here," I urge breathlessly, my voice husky with desire. The invitation hangs heavy in the air, daring him to cross the threshold from mere observer to participant.

For a heart-stopping moment, Connor remains rooted to the spot, torn between his deep-seated homophobia and the raw, animalistic need coursing through his veins. His gaze darts between my face, flushed with lust, and the enticing curve of my ass presented invitingly above the sheets.

A strangled groan escapes Connor's lips as he wrestles with the conflicting impulses raging inside him. His breathing grows ragged, the sound filling the otherwise silent room as he battles against the powerful urges threatening to consume him.

"No...I can't..." he mutters weakly, even as his feet carry him inexorably forward, drawn to the irresistible magnetism emanating from the bed. Each step feels heavier than the last as if some invisible force is pulling him toward his inevitable fate.

Connor's eyes widen as they zero in on the seductive display laid out before him - my fingers pumping furiously along my rigid shaft, the slick sounds of flesh meeting flesh echoing obscenely in the charged atmosphere. He licks his lips unconsciously, transfixed by the sight of my swollen member disappearing into my tight fist again and again.

"Fuck..." he exhales hoarsely, his voice heavy with a blend of excitement and yearning, as if the future holds promises just out of reach.

Unable to resist the siren call of pleasure anymore, Connor finally crosses the threshold, closing the distance between us until he looms over the bed. His beefy frame casts a shadow across my prone form, and I can feel the heat radiating off his skin as he hovers above me.

"God damn it, Noah," he whispers hoarsely, his voice thick with a mixture of reluctance and longing. "Stop doing this to me."

With a shuddering sigh, Connor reaches out to grasp my hip, his large hand wrapping around the curve of my ass possessively. His touch sends sparks of electricity dashing through my nerves, intensifying the already overwhelming sensations coursing through my body.

"Tell me to stop," he commands gruffly, his other hand reaching out to brush against my ass cheek in a tender gesture that belies the roughness of his tone.

"Tell me to stop," he repeats, his voice cracking slightly as he fights against the overwhelming desire consuming him. But even as the words leave his mouth, his actions betray his true intentions.

His grip on my hip tightens, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulls me closer to him. The rough fabric of his shorts brushes against my sensitive skin, sending shivers up my spine.

"I shouldn't be doing this," he mutters, more to himself than to me. "This is wrong, so fucking wrong..."

Although he tries to resist, Connor leans down, his hot breath ghosting over my ear as he whispers, "What are you doing to me, Noah?"

His free hand trails down my chest, fingers tracing the outlines of my muscles before coming to rest on my throbbing erection.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," he groans, even as his hand wraps around my aching cock, giving it a firm squeeze. The sensation is electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through my body.

 

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He begins to stroke me in earnest now, his movements slow and deliberate at first, then gradually picking up speed as he loses himself in the rhythm. The wet sounds of his palm gliding along my slick shaft fill the room, mingling with our ragged breaths and muffled moans.

"Fuck, you're so hard for me," Connor rasps, his voice tinged with a mixture of awe and disbelief. "This feels so fucking wrong."

His thumb swirls around the sensitive head of my cock, smearing the beads of pre-cum that have gathered there.

Connor's touch is both rough and gentle, a paradox that only heightens the intensity of the pleasure coursing through me. His fingers dance along my length, exploring every inch of my sensitive skin with a curious hunger.

"I've heard you with guys before," he admits, his voice low and gravelly. "I always hear them calling your name so loudly. I‘m not supposed to be doing this."

He leans in closer, his breath hot against my neck as he nuzzles into the crook of my shoulder. The intimate contact sends a thrill through me, and I find myself arching into his touch, craving more.

"But watching you jerk off... Seeing how much you want it... Does something to me," Connor continues, his confession punctuated by the steady rhythm of his strokes.

"Something about the way you moan and squirm on that bed, all desperate and needy... It gets under my skin," Connor confesses, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Makes me wonder what it would be like to be the one bringing you that kind of pleasure."

As if to illustrate his point, Connor shifts his grip, angling my cock to hit a particularly sensitive spot. My hips buck involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious friction.

"You're going to make me cum just from touching me like this," I gasp out, my fingers tangling in the sheets as I struggle to maintain control.

But Connor just chuckles darkly, the vibrations of his laughter sending shivers down my spine. "That's the idea, isn't it?" he teases, his strokes growing faster and more insistent.

"C’mon Noah, let go for me," Connor coaxes, his voice a low rumble in his chest. "Give it to me. Let me see you fall apart."

His words are like a trigger, setting off an explosion of sensation within me. My orgasm crashes over me in waves, my vision whiting out as I convulse beneath his touch. Thick ropes of cum erupt from my cock, painting streaks of pearly white across my abdomen and chest.

Connor works me through it, milking every last drop from my spent body. Only when I collapse back against the mattress, boneless and sated, does he release his grip.

"Fuck, look at you," he murmurs appreciatively, taking in the sight of my disheveled form. "Damn, you came everywhere.”

Connor steps back, releasing his hold on my spent cock. He takes a moment to admire the mess he's made of me, a sly smirk playing on his lips.

"Well, looks like someone needed that," he remarks, his gaze lingering on the sticky evidence of my climax coating my skin. "Guess I should clean you up."

Without waiting for a response, Connor turns and strides towards the bathroom, leaving me sprawled out on the bed in a post-orgasmic haze. I can hear the sound of water running, followed by the rustle of towels and clothing being shed.

A few minutes later, Connor reappears, a damp cloth in hand. He approaches the bed with purpose, kneeling beside me to begin wiping away the remnants of our encounter. His touch is surprisingly gentle, almost tender, as he cleans each inch of my skin with meticulous care.

As Connor finishes cleaning me up, I can't help but notice the prominent bulge straining against the front of his shorts.
My gaze lingers on his crotch. "Looks like you could use some attention again," I comment lightly, nodding towards the obvious tent in his shorts.

Connor glances down at himself as if only just realizing his state of arousal. A blush creeps up his neck, coloring his cheeks a deep shade of red. "Ah, don't worry about it," he mumbles, averting his eyes. "Don't be weird. I already came in your mouth."

I chuckle at his shame, finding it endearingly cute. Sitting up in the bed, I pat the space beside me invitingly. "Come on, don't be shy. Lay down, and let me show you something."

Connor hesitates, looking uncertain. "Are you sure? I mean, we just...you know..." He gestures vaguely between us, clearly referring to our recent activities.

I nod reassuringly. "Exactly because of that. Since you got me off so good, I want to please you more."

After a moment's contemplation, Connor relents, crawling onto the bed and positioning himself on his back next to me. His shorts are still tented, the outline of his impressive erection clear as day.

With a playful grin, I reach for the waistband of Connor's shorts, tugging them down his thighs. His thick, circumcised cock springs free, slapping against his stomach with a lewd thwap. I give it a few admiring strokes, feeling it pulse in my hand.

"Mmm, nice and hard for me again," I purr, my fingers trailing lower to cup his heavy balls. They're warm and slightly swollen, full of seed, ready to be unleashed once more.

Connor lets out a soft gasp, his hips twitching involuntarily at my touch. But when I issue the command for him to flip over, he hesitates, looking at me with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

"What, um, what do you want me to do?" he asks, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "Trust me," I murmur, pressing a kiss to his hip bone. "Just relax and let me take care of you."

At my urging, Connor rolls onto his stomach with a grunt, burying his face in the pillow. His firm back is on full display, the tattoos covering his skin seeming to dance in the dim light.

I run my hands appreciatively over the globes of his ass, giving them a firm squeeze. "God, you have such a perfect ass," I lean in close, my breath hot against the shell of his ear. "I'm going to worship this beautiful body of yours now," I promise, my fingers tracing the ridges of his spine.

With that, I start planting open-mouthed kisses along his vertebrae, working my way down to the small of his back. I pause there, nuzzling into the cleft of his buttocks, inhaling deeply. The scent of sweat and sex fills my nostrils, a potent aphrodisiac that makes my own cock twitch with renewed interest.

Connor shifts restlessly beneath me, his muscles unsoftened, relaxing in a hypnotic rhythm. "Feels good," he admits gruffly, his voice muffled by the pillow.

I reach over to the bedside table, grabbing the bottle of massage oil I keep stashed in the drawer. Returning to the bed, I climb on top and straddle Connor's hips, my flaccid cock nestling between the firm globes of his ass. "What the hell are you doing?" he snarls, his voice softened with curiousness.

The slick slide of oil-slicked skin on skin is obscene, sending jolts of pleasure zinging up my spine. I grind down against him slowly, letting him feel every inch of my growing hardness.

Connor tenses beneath me, his body going rigid. "Whoa, hey!" he protests, craning his neck to glare up at me. "You better not be trying to fuck me, man. I told you, I'm not gay!"

I just chuckle, continuing my slow, filthy undulations, "Relax, I'm not gonna stick it in." He rolls his eyes dismissively and mumbles, "Whatever, dude."

I can tell that Connor is enjoying this. His muscles relax under my touch, and he lets out a low groan whenever I hit a particularly sensitive spot.

As I work my way up his back, I lean down to whisper in his ear. "You're so sexy when you're nervous," I purr, my breath hot against his skin. "It makes me want to see how much more I can make you squirm."

I settle between Connor's spread thighs, my hands gripping his muscular cheeks firmly. I take a moment to admire the view - his puckered hole winking at me, surrounded by coarse hair. It looks so inviting, so tempting.

Leaning in, I drag my flat tongue along his taint, savoring the salty taste of his skin. Connor jerks and moans above me, his hands fisting in the sheets. "Oh fuck," he groans, his voice strained with a mixture of shock and pleasure.

I circle his hole teasingly, lapping at it with broad strokes before focusing on the sensitive rim. The tip of my tongue delves inside, probing gently as I listen to the sounds spilling from his lips.

"Never had your beautiful ass eaten out before?" I ask, pulling back briefly to catch my breath. "N-no, never," he confesses shakily, Connor’s legs kicking back instinctively as I continue.

"Never?" I repeat, pulling back to look at him. "That's a damn shame. Does it feel good?"

Connor's eyes are glazed with lust, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. "Yeah, Noah...that feels...fuck..."

I chuckle darkly, resuming my assault on his puckered entrance. "Keep talking like that, and I might just have to put my tongue deep inside you," I tease, flicking the tip against his rim.

Connor's eyes widened at my words, and a shiver ran through him. "You wouldn't dare," he challenges weakly, even as his hips push back against my mouth.

"Oh, I would," I reply confidently, my tongue delving deeper into his tight heat. Connor lets out a choked cry, his fingers digging into the mattress as I explore him thoroughly.

I lap at his inner walls, savoring the taste of his virgin ass. It's surprisingly sweet, with a hint of muskiness that only adds to my arousal. Connor's moans grow louder, more desperate, as I work him over with my tongue.

Suddenly, he bucks up sharply, hissing in pain. "Fuckkk… Shit, too much," he gasps, trying to pull away.

I release Connor's ass, pulling back to give him space. He's panting heavily, his face flushed with exertion and embarrassment. "Too much?" I ask curiously, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "Did I hurt you?"

Connor shakes his head, looking conflicted. "N-no, it just...feels weird. Too intense."

I nod understandingly, even as a part of me is disappointed. "Okay, we can slow down. But just know, your ass tastes amazing."

Connor shoots me a wary glance over his shoulder, clearly unsure what to make of my enthusiasm for eating him out. "Hey, why don't you flip back over onto your back for me?" I suggest softly, giving his thigh a gentle squeeze. "Let's try something else."

Connor hesitates for a moment before rolling onto his back, his chest heaving with each ragged breath. He looks up at me with a mix of wariness and curiosity, his gray eyes searching mine.

"What do you want to do now?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. There's a vulnerability in his tone that I find oddly endearing.

I quickly lube up my own hole, shuddering slightly at the cool sensation. Then, I turn around and hover over Connor's impressive cock, positioning myself in a reverse cowboy stance. I reach back to grip his thick shaft, lining it up with my entrance.

Slowly, I start to sink down, biting my lip as the swollen head pops past my tight ring of muscle. "Ohhh fuuuck," I groan, my eyes fluttering shut at the intense stretch.

Connor's hands fly to my hips, gripping tightly as I engulf more of his length. "Holy shit," he grunts, his head falling back against the pillow. "That's tighter than a pussy, holy fuck."

I continue lowering myself until I'm fully seated, my ass pressed flush against his pelvis. We both pause, adjusting to the feeling of being so intimately connected.

After a moment, I start to move, lifting my hips and then slamming back down onto Connor's thick cock. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, punctuated by our mutual groans of pleasure.

"That's it, ride me hard," Connor encourages, his fingers digging into my hips as I bounce on him. "Take what you need."

I pick up speed, my pace growing frantic as I chase my impending orgasm. Connor meets me thrust for thrust, his cock driving deep into my ass with every downward motion.

"Fuck, faggot, you feel incredible," he pants, his gaze locked on where our bodies join. "So fucking tight and hot around my dick."

The praise sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I clench around him in response. "You like that, Connor? My tight ass squeezing your cock?"

Without warning, Connor suddenly surges to his feet, nearly tossing me off his cock in the process. I yelp in surprise, scrambling to maintain my balance as he looms over me, his gray eyes blazing with an intensity I've never seen before.

"You're such a fucking cum slut, aren't you?" he growls, grabbing my hips and pulling me up to meet him eye-to-eye. "Toot that ass up for me, now!"

His commanding tone leaves no room for argument, and I find myself obeying without hesitation. With a grunt, I lift my hips, presenting my ass to him like a dog eager for a treat.

Connor doesn't waste any time slapping my cheeks hard enough to make my vision blur. "That's it, shake that ass for me," he demands, continuing to spank me in rapid succession.

With a fierce snarl, Connor grips my hips and drives his thick cock back into my ass with brutal force. I cry out at the sudden intrusion, my body jolting from the impact.

"Fucking queer, taking my dick like the bitch you are," he spits, his voice dripping with venomous hatred. "Gonna cum all over you sissy."

He starts pounding into me relentlessly, each thrust harder and faster than the last—the slaps of skin echo through the room, mingling with my whimpers and Connor's vicious taunts.

"You love this dick, don't you, bitch? Being used and degraded by a real man?" He leans in close, his hot breath washing over my ear.

Despite my discomfort with Connor's continuance of calling me a faggot, I can't deny the incredible sensation of his thick cock stretching my ass. Each powerful thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through my veins, making it difficult to focus on anything other than the intense physical bliss.

As he continues to pound into me, his insults growing more vile, I find myself teetering on the edge of climax. A primal urge to surrender to the ecstasy he's providing.

"F-fuck, Connor..." I manage to stammer, my voice trembling with the effort of holding back my orgasm. "Your d-dick feels so g-good..."

In a flash of aggression, Connor flips me onto my back and shifts my body into a compromising position - one leg draped over his shoulder, the other dangling limply beside him. This new angle allows him to penetrate me even deeper, and I gasp as he bottoms out inside me.

"Yeah, take it, faggot!" he snarls, his gray eyes wild with lust and fury. "This is what you were made for, isn't it? To be a fucktoy for real men like me?"

He punctuates each word with a savage thrust, his heavy balls slapping obscenely against my upturned ass. The position leaves me completely vulnerable and exposed, utterly at his mercy.

"I'm gonna ruin your tight little hole," Connor threatens, his voice low and dangerous.

Connor's relentless assault on my prostate continues unabated, each merciless stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain rippling through my core. My moans echo off the walls, a symphony of submission to the dominant brute ravaging my body.

"F-fuck, yes! Right there!" I whimper, unable to contain my reaction as he finds that perfect spot inside me over and over. My legs tremble, threatening to give out as the pressure builds towards a shattering climax.

Suddenly, Connor reaches beneath us and grasps my throbbing cock, giving it a rough squeeze. "Cum for me, you filthy little cocksucker," he commands his voice a dark growl. "Cover yourself with your own filth while I use your ass."

Connor's grip on my cock tightens, his thumb rubbing roughly over the sensitive head. "Do it, faggot! Cum all over yourself like the pathetic slut you are," he sneers, his words dripping with contempt.

With a strangled cry, my body seizes up as the dam finally breaks. Thick ropes of cum erupt from my cock, splashing across my chest and abdomen in pulsing jets. The intense orgasm wracks my frame, leaving me shaking and gasping for breath.

Through it all, Connor continues to fuck me with brutal efficiency, his own release looming on the horizon. "Look at you, covered in your own load," he mocks, his pace increasing as he chases his climax. "What a disgusting fucking mess."

As I struggle to catch my breath amidst the aftershocks of my intense orgasm, I'm met with a terrifying sight - Connor's face contorts into a grotesque grimace, his gray eyes flashing with a demonic intensity. His hands move with a newfound ferocity, one wrapping around my throat in a vice-like grip.

"You think you can handle a real man's cum, faggot?" he snarls, his hot breath washing over my face. "Ahh, I’m gonna nut in your butt."

Connor throws his head back and unleashes a torrent of semen deep inside me. The sheer volume forces me to gag, his thick rope after rope coating my insides until I feel like I might burst.

As he rides out his climax, Connor shoves his spit-slicked fingers into my mouth, forcing me to taste the bitter fluid mixing with my own cum.

With a final, guttural groan, Connor pulls out of me, his softening cock slick with our combined fluids. He brings it to my lips without warning, smearing the sticky mess across my face.

"Clean me off, stupid slut," he demands, his tone cold and commanding. "Lick every drop of my seed from my dick."

I hesitate for a moment, unsure if I should comply with such a degrading request. But something about Connor's authoritative presence compels me to obey. Tentatively, I extend my tongue and begin to lap at the shaft, cleaning away the remnants of his ejaculation.

As I work to satisfy him, Connor watches intently, his expression unreadable. Once he seems satisfied, he withdraws his cock from my mouth and gives my cheek a harsh slap. "Good boy," he says curtly before turning to retrieve his clothes.

In a tense silence, I muster the courage to speak up. "Hey, um... maybe we could hang out sometime, you know?" I suggest, trying to sound casual despite the nervous flutter in my stomach.

To my surprise, Connor barely glances in my direction as he quickly gets dressed, his movements abrupt and almost furtive. It's as if he's eager to escape, to leave the awkward aftermath behind. When he does look at me, it's only for a fleeting second, his gaze distant and guarded.

"Yeah, sure," he mumbles, avoiding eye contact. "Whatever."

After that, he storms out, slamming the door shut behind him without another word. I'm left sitting on the bed, a mix of relief and anticipation swirling within me.

 

[Belufa]

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