“Just gotta put on a little more lotion,” Archer announced.
He was pressing against my tender hole again in no time. Fuck! Jesus Christ! Yes! Yes! Yes! I was so confused that I couldn’t even scream out. I knew that it felt different than what he’d been doing earlier. My asshole was struggling to accept him; it was stretching as much as it could.
Then, I finally felt it. There were two fingers inside of me. He worked them deeper and deeper with each gliding stoke until they were knuckle deep. Why? I wondered between sparks of pleasure.
“I thought two fingers would do a better job,” Archer said, as if he’d been reading my mind. “Two fingers equals twice as much antibacterial lotion!”
I’m not quite sure it works that way. The extra girth made everything feel so much more intense. I could sense the beads of sweat even before they formed on my forehead; my skin was barely holding them back, and my tender ring was throbbing from all of the stimulation.
My eyes rolled back into my head. I let out a series of small moans each time his fingers curved and scraped against my special spot. It was the most intense sexual feeling I’d ever experienced. I didn’t want it to end.
I was in a haze. I was being finger fucked by what had become my dream man. I wanted him to kiss me on the back of my neck while he plundered my hole. I wanted more – all of him.
“You know…” I panted, “three fingers would be three times as much lotion.”
I had barely gotten the words out. I’d also been too wrapped up in the euphoria to think it through. As soon as I said it, I worried that my eyes might be bigger than my asshole.
“Why didn’t I think of that?” Archer asked. “See, this is why I failed math sophomore year.”
He pulled out. I braced myself as I focused on the aftershocks rippling through my groin. My hole felt so bizarre. I could sense that it wasn’t closing; it knew he’d return and was readying itself.
The three fingers pushed at the entrance. They were struggling to wriggle through the gateway; it was like people flooding into a retail store to get the best Black Friday sales. I was struggling, too. “Stop, stop!” I wanted to cry out. It felt like too much, but it also felt so good.
Archer had to work slower. It took him over a minute to get the first inch of his three amigos wedged inside of me. I could feel him moving them – spreading them apart. It was like he was trying to stretch my tight hole to better allow him to venture further.
“Ohhh-OOhhhHhhHh-OOOOOoooohHhhHhh-ooooOOoohhHhhhhHhhHhHHHHH!”
“Is it too much?” Archer asked.
I didn’t say anything. It was too much, but I was trying to convince myself that it wouldn’t stay that way forever. He kept wriggling; I kept focusing on trying to let myself accept him. He slowly made progress.
My cock was throbbing. I looked down to see it bouncing up and down. Drops of pre-cum were splattered on the floor below it. I knew on some level that if I reached down and gave it a single stroke, I’d erupt all over the wall.
I’m not quite sure how long it took, but it felt like I was having a seizure when his three fingers were finally in far enough to press up against my magic spot.
“AHHH! Fuuuuuuu…! Uh! UH! UHHH!”
“I know,” Archer said. “My fingers feel kind of weird, too. It must be something in the lotion, huh?”
He rammed and plunged and jabbed. I quivered and shook and twitched. It was cause and effect: the harder and deeper he went, the more my body spasmed. My moans kept the time. Every few seconds, when he tapped at my sweet spot, I’d chime in like a crazed bird on a cuckoo clock.
Suddenly, without warning, he pulled out. My velvety insides had tried to hold onto him, but to no avail.
“Done!” Archer announced. “I know that couldn’t have felt too great, but it’s over now.”
Over? I thought about trying to tell him he missed a spot. I wondered if asking for four fingers would completely destroy me.
I heard Archer shifting behind me; I turned my head enough to see that he was standing up.
Something about watching him moving into a new position cemented my next move. There’s no going back – only forward.
I spun around, aware that I’d no longer be able to hide my erection. Archer’s had gone down in the meantime.
Archer looked at my dick for a moment, but he didn’t comment on it. Why would he? I’m sure guys get accidental boners in the lock room showers. It’s gotta be jock etiquette to just ignore them.
“Thanks again for agreeing to help me with some pics,” I said. “How about you stand next to the wall right here?”
“Sure, bud. More than happy to help out a friend. That’s what allies are for, right?”
“I’m going to set up my phone so that it’s ready to take those pictures.”
I moved over towards the desk. I propped my phone up with a few books and ensured that the framing offered a good view of where we’d be positioned. I was trying to work as fast as my fingers would allow since I was worried he might get cold feet if I took too long.
“My face won’t be in these, right?” he asked tentatively.
I nodded; then I pressed the “record” button and started the video. It had been a last-minute change, but I didn’t want to miss anything, and I thought walking back to the phone to set the photo timer would kill the vibe I was hoping to achieve.
“So… what do you need from me, B?”
“Why don’t we start off by having you stand behind me?”
I moved over to where Archer was standing. I slid my body in front of his massive frame, then moved his arms so they were draped over my chest, like he owned me. He let me pull at his arms without any hesitation – a living Ken doll.
“Gay guys want to see this kind of stuff, huh?” he asked. “It’s not what I’d imagined.”
“I don’t know,” I said, trying to sound uncertain. “I think guys want to be with people they see as desirable. Posing with a hot guy isn’t a bad way to achieve that.”
“I’m gay-hot, huh? That’s cool.”
I pressed my shoulder blades into Archer’s pecs; it made me even more aware of our height difference. I planted my hands on the side of his thighs and pushed my ass backwards. Archer’s huge, soft dick slapped against the top on my ass. I wiggled around, pretending like I was trying to better pose for the camera.
“Sorry about that, bud,” Archer said as he created more distance between us.
“My bad. I was just trying to make things look natural. I thought it’d seem weird if there was too much space between us.”
“Yeah, that makes sense.”
I slid backwards again. His tepid acknowledgment had been as good as an invitation in my mind. My cock felt so alive feeling his package jamming into my skin.
“Are you going to go set the timer?” Archer asked.
“Oh, I set it up as a video. I can just snag pictures from the recording later.”
“Huh, that’s a thing?”
I just ignored him as I started to move into a different pose. I stepped away from him and put my hand on his waist. He just let me guide him so his backside was facing the camera. God, his ass looks delicious.
I dropped to my knees. Archer appeared to be completely puzzled by what was going on. I looked at the camera trying to frame his bubble butt next to my face.