A dazed Conner was helpless as Hank hiked his legs up onto his shoulders. He stared glassy-eyed as Hank lined up his manhood. The buzzing passion of his orgasm still hadn’t faded when Hank thrusted the tip of his cock into his awaiting hole. The pressure and heat was entirely different from that of his fingers. He whimpered and groaned as the member slowly stuffed him. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut.
He felt a cool hand touch the side of his face. “Don’t forget to breathe,” Hank said.
Conner took in a deep breath and exhaled.
Hank laughed, “Yeah, there you go.”
He kept his eyes closed and focused on breathing. He heard Hank grunt and felt warmth against his thighs. He felt a kiss planted on his temple.
“It’s all in,” Hank whispered, breath hot on Conner’s ear.
“It’s all in?” Conner opened his eyes and looked down. He was right, his hips were flush against his thighs. His penis had entirely disappeared inside him.
Hank gyrated his hips, rotating his member deep inside of Conner. “You’re so warm and tight. It fits like a glove,” Hank purred.
That last bit caused Conner to laugh, but his laugh was cut off with a moan as Hank began thrusting. At first he winced with each thrust, but slowly a tingling sensation started to build in his stomach. Conner covered his mouth as the pleasurable feeling overtook his senses and caused him to make sounds he didn’t know he was capable of. The noises coming from him were a mixture of cries, gasps and whimpers.
Hank pulled out of him before quickly slamming his whole length back into Conner’s hole. His body quivered in response. Hank lifted his legs pulling him higher, closer, tighter. Conner could feel the warmth of his own precum as it pooled on his stomach.
“Hank!” He cried out. “Please, touch me.”
He motioned for Hank to come closer and he wrapped his arms around his shoulders. He held on tight as Hank began to pick up the pace, his request going unanswered. All pain and discomfort had faded and all he could feel was the warmth of Hank and the cotton in his head.
Then Hank did something unexpected. He hauled Conner onto his lap, bodies pressed close together, face to face. He wrapped his arms around his waist in likeness to Conner’s arms around Hank’s neck. He stared deep into Conner’s eyes as he thrusted upward, watching as Conner’s eyes flickered closed.
Conner decided to match Hank’s movements and grinded against him. He could hear the excitement in Hank’s voice as he growled against his shoulder. He held Conner tighter causing his cock to rub between their stomachs. The friction was enough to push him over the edge.
“Hank,” He moaned. He pulled on his hair to try and draw his attention. “I’m coming!”
He squirted semen all over the shirt he was still wearing. Hank’s stomach wasn’t spared either. Hank had slowed down during his orgasm, grinding against his prostate. Conner went limp in his arms, too tired to hold himself up. He no longer cared about the noises he was making and he was pretty sure he was drooling.
Hank laid him down on the bed and put Conner’s legs back onto his shoulders. “We aren’t done yet.” He winked as he reclaimed Conner’s hole, plowing as far as he could go.
He fucked into him deep and fast. Conner grabbed helplessly at the sheets beneath him. His body shuddered with each thrust.
Hank slid his hands up Conner’s chest stopping at his nipples. He pinched them between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling and twisting them. Just when Conner thought he didn’t have it in him to orgasm again he felt the heat begin to build in his stomach. Hank flicked his fingers across the tips of his nipples, sending a shiver down his spine.
“Looks like somebody is still excited,” Hank chuckled.
He was right. Conner was once again rock hard. Every time Hank thrusted into him Conner’s cock helplessly bounced against his stomach.
Hank continued to play with his nipples, his movements became more urgent and rough.
Just as quickly as his hips thrusted they stopped, pressing hard against Conner’s thighs. He heard a low rumble came from Hank as Conner felt a warm spread inside of him. It was at this moment that he had realized that Hank never put on a condom.
Conner moaned, “Ah, Hank, not inside.” He placed his hands on Hank’s abs and tried to push him away, but the effort was futile.
Hank wrapped his arms around Conner’s waist and pulled him closer, sinking his penis further inside. “It’s fine. You should experience your first time properly.”
They laid there for a moment longer before they untangled from each other. Hank slowly pulled out his softened member. Conner felt oddly empty without him inside. He let out a small whimper as a glob of Hank’s cum dribbled out of his hole.
Hank held out his hands and pulled Conner out of the bed. “Come on,” he said, “let’s get you cleaned up.”
Holding his hand Conner was led into the bathroom by Hank. His knees a little wobbly, his legs a little stiff, and his hole a little sore. Hank laughed as he closed the door behind them.