Archer pumped some of the lotion onto his large right mitt. I felt shocked; that hadn’t been part of my plan. I was frantically trying to think of something to say when his palm collided with my shoulder.
Oh my god. I almost jumped out of my skin feeling the heat pulsing out of his palm as he rubbed the cream into my pores. My cock was still at full mast. I suddenly became worried that he’d see it twitching beneath the fabric of my boxer briefs.
Archer put more lotion onto his hands before gliding them down to my torso. Can he feel my heart pounding? Can he feel my breath leaving my body?
“Damn, B! Your skin feels so soft. It reminds me of a girl’s.”
I didn’t say anything. I just watched in disbelief as the Adonis took it upon himself to coat my small frame with lotion. He worked over the nonexistent muscles in my upper arms with the same thoughtful effort with which I’d always massaged his gargantuan biceps.
When he dropped to his knees and began to rub at my calves, I thought I might pass out. My erection was so close to his face; I couldn’t accept that only a thin layer of fabric was keeping him from seeing it in all its glory.
Archer slid his hands higher; he began to paw at my left thigh. A spasm shot through my leg, as if it didn’t know how to accept the sensation of being caressed by his giant hands.
“You okay?” he asked, glancing up at me.
“Yeah,” I whispered.
“I was worried I hurt you for a second. Your thigh is almost the same size as my hand. I can press softer, if you want.”
“No,” I reassured him, “it’s fine.”
Archer’s fingers continued to dig into my delicate tissue. The heel of his palm pressed firmly against my less-than-impressive quad muscle. He swiftly moved towards my inner thigh.
How can he not tell? It was all I could think as his hands wedge themselves between my legs; he was only a few inches below my balls. He has to be able to tell that I’m hard?
Archer glanced up at me, trying to gauge from my expression if I was in any pain. I knew the look on my face was anything but pained – surprised, excited, and horny would all have been much better descriptors.
Maybe he’s just ignoring it? Or, maybe he’s not bothered? I’m sure he must have wrestled guys who got ‘excited’ from all the stimulation.
“Okay, turn around,” Archer instructed.
He didn’t even give me time to comply with his request. He grabbed me at the waist and spun me like it was nothing at all for him. I felt like I was going to trip. My ankles had gotten caught up on one another; I planted my hands on the wall to try to steady myself.
SWOOSH!
What? What the…? I felt the fabric gliding across my ass cheeks. I was in shock; it was like my brain couldn’t process what was happening. It was only looking down and seeing my exposed hard-on that made me accept that he’d yanked my underwear to my ankles.
“Archer, you don’t…” I began right as his mitts grabbed onto my small globes.
“What?”
I bit my lip; I couldn’t say anything. Only in my wildest fantasies had I imagined a guy like Archer groping at my ass. Is this really happening?
“You got a nice ass for a little dude. I guess I thought it’d be smaller, but you got a little cake back here — well, maybe a cupcake.”
Yes, this is really happening.
Archer giggled to himself; he was obviously proud of the pun he’d crafted. His hands felt fucking massive. It was like each mitt could completely cradle one of my cheeks. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on just accepting the overpowering sensations coursing through my skin.
My dick was getting harder and harder as he dug deeper into my backside. His thumbs traced small circles across my smooth skin as he tried to work the lotion into it. I felt him jostling his hands for a moment, like he wanted to see what it would do. Of course, it just made my ass shake and jiggle.
“Lean forward more,” Archer commanded.
He’s not… No, he can’t. My body moved into position; I didn’t even make the decision. It just did. It was like it knew what it wanted. It was ready for what was next to come.
Within a second, his slick fingers wedged themselves between my cheeks. My fingernails unsuccessfully tried to dig into the brick wall. The muscles in my core tightened.
“Ahhhhh,” I gasped as his finger made contact with my hole.
“Sorry,” Archer said, though he made no effort to stop. “I know it feels really strange at first, but, like you told me, we gotta be thorough.”
I was too focused on trying to will myself to breathe. My lungs had completely emptied when he’d made initial contact. Then, his soft strokes against my rosebud had made it almost impossible for me to inhale.
I knew exactly what he was doing. I could feel his middle finger making the motions that I’d made against his hole a few minutes earlier. He let his finger tip glide across the circumference of the warm lips. He made tickling strokes across the diameter of my hole. It was too much.
report “Fuck! Oh, fuck!”
Archer began to press against my resistance. I could tell that my asshole was doing its best to bar him from entering. Sure, it was slick, warm, and hypersensitive, but that didn’t mean it was ready for what he was going to do next.
“Jesus, B! I’m just trying to do what you did to me, but it’s harder than I thought. I know I have to get the antibacterial everywhere, but your body isn’t really cooperating. I think my finger might be too big or something.”
“It’s… it’s fine.”
I bit my lower lip to keep from losing control. It all felt so new – so overwhelming.
Archer’s thick finger finally pushed past my tight barrier. Oh, god. That… that feels fucking amazing.
“Woot woot! I did it, bro!”
My legs were shaking. My stomach went into a spin cycle as the first inch of his digit began to slip in and out. I’d always imagined what it would feel like, but I’d never worked up to trying it on my own. I’d always stuck to jerking myself off when I’d been horny.
Archer’s tempo increased; it felt like he was gliding in and out to the rhythm and pace of some upbeat pop song. My hole was frantically alternating between tightening and relaxing, like it couldn’t decide which one was more optimal.
“FUUUUCCK!” I bellowed.
Archer pushed himself all the way in. I could feel several inches of him wriggling around inside of me. An explosion detonated in my core. Suddenly it was taking all my effort to keep holding myself up against the wall; my muscles wanted to turn into jelly.
“Sorry, bud. I was just trying to make sure I got far enough up in there. You okay?”
“I’m…”
His finger curled and he hit a spot inside of me that I never knew existed. My balls tightened; my cock spit out a glob of pre-cum.
“I’m okay! I’m okay!”
“Oof, good. I was worried I was hurting you.”
My head was spinning. The length of his middle finger kept pulling out before ramming back in. He kept curving his finger to rub on the spot that made my entire body spasm and ripped moans from deep inside my throat.
After thirty seconds or so, he yanked his digit out. I let out a large gasp; I felt a sense of physical relief, but I also wanted it back inside as soon as it was gone.