...My forehead rested on my hands as I waited for Ryan to do something. Long seconds stretched out; the only sound in the room was our breathing. Finally, I felt a finger drag over my puckered hole, a quick tease, over as soon as it started. His finger returned; this time moistened with saliva. He circled my opening before pressing the tip gently inside me. His other hand closed around my cock. His fist moved up and down on my stiff dick, and my moans escaped my throat for the first time.

“You want me to lick that sweet little asshole, Cam?”

His words shocked me, but made me harder as well. I desperately wanted to answer him, but my voice was not working. I tried to nod, but I just heard Ryan laughing behind me. His finger stopped moving, his hand disappearing from my cock. I whimpered in distress, turning to look at his impassive face.

“That’s not good enough, kid. I need to hear it. Come on. You know you want it. Just tell me. I wanna hear the words come out of that uptight little mouth of yours.”

“Ryan, please. I can’t.”

“Sure you can. Tell me, or I’ll find something else to keep me busy tonight.”

I sighed, my body screaming out in protest, unable to bear anymore. I pushed my ass back toward Ryan, my desiccated mouth forming the words my head was already shouting. “Lick my asshole, Ryan. Please, I want to feel your tongue on me.”

I didn’t have to wait long for Ryan to oblige me. His tongue dove right in, nothing teasing or gentle about it. The tip went right for my center, pushing my asshole open little by little. His fist returned to my cock, which was aching to be touched. I couldn’t stop myself from rocking back into him, trying to get more of his tongue in me. But he stayed firmly in control, his tongue easing away, going back to feather-light licks around my rim.

His hand stroked my cock at an erratic pace, keeping me guessing and frustrated. I groaned at the torture, but I loved every second of it. Ryan was groaning, too, pushing his tongue back into my ass, wiggling and squirming his way deeper inside me. I was so close to coming, my whole body began to shake with the strain. Ryan replaced his tongue with his finger, his digit slipping inside to the knuckle without much effort.

“You wanna get fucked, don’t you? You wanna come with my big cock in your tight ass?”

“God, yes, Ryan. I want you to fuck me. Please, fuck my ass.”

“Wow, didn’t have any trouble that time, did you, kid?”

I watched him cross the room and dig in his desk drawer. He had taken off his boxers, so I could see his hard cock jutting straight out in front of him. It was bigger than any I had ever seen before, and my own cock hardened at the prospect. He returned to the bed, grabbing me by the hips and moving me forward. I heard the pop of the lube top open, and soon the warm press of his tongue became the cool slide of his lubed fingers. He was patient, working me open a bit at a time with his sawing fingers. My discomfort faded fast, replaced with deep need. Just as I got used to his intrusion, he was gone.

I heard the familiar crinkle of the condom wrapper and held my breath, waiting for him to roll it on. The unyielding press of his cock against my asshole forced me to breathe again. Ryan gasped right along with me when I felt my sphincter give way and let him in fully. The fingers that had been digging bruises into my hips released, making my cock swell more in my stroking hand.