Page 113 of Silent Damage

“Fuck, I love when you eat me out.”

He spits on my ass again and massages my rim. “I know you do. You’re such a little bottom-boy—loving when your bro eats your hole like it’s a fucking meal.”

Jason licks along the crease of my ass, releasing a moan from the depths of my lungs.

“Listen to you,” he croons. “Moaning like a little bitch while I eat you out. You gonna give it up for me?” He licks my ass again. “You gonna let me have it?”

“Fuck me,” I beg pathetically. “Please.”

He stands and pours some lube onto his cock before lining it up to my hole.

“Jesus Christ,” I yell as it breaches the first ring of muscle.

I hug the tree, mewling as he slides deeper inside me.

“That’s it,” he says. “This is what you need, isn’t it?”

“Yeah…that’s it,” I say with a sigh.

“You gonna be good now? You gonna be nice and not boss me around?”

“No.”

“Ha!” He goes all the way in, then whispers. “Good answer.”

I turn to face him, and his smile is just…everything. We stay just like that, looking at each other while my hole adjusts.

He wraps his arms around my torso and whispers, “You feel so good.”

I kiss him, savoring the taste of Budweiser on his tongue.

“It’s yours,” I reply. “Use it.”

He starts slowly pumping my ass, hitting the deepest part of me. His cock is so thick and long, and it hits every spot. “You drive me crazy,” he whispers.

He develops a rhythm, fucking me like an expert, his shaft gliding over my prostate while the cock head drives deeper into me. “Ungggg—You’re still coming—unggg—to the Kitty Cat Club.”

“Fine,” he croaks. “I’ll do it for you.”

He hugs me tighter, and I close my eyes and let those words wash over me like a soothing balm.

“Don’t stop,” I murmur. “Don’t—”

Jason thrusts harder, faster, his body making clapping noises as it pounds against me. He cries out with a shudder, and I grip the tree tighter and relish this moment, knowing he’s coming in me.

“Fuck,” he hisses as his thrusting slows.

Jason relaxes on me and kisses along the nape of my neck. “Your turn,” he coos.

He slowly pulls out, then turns me so my back is against the tree and drops to his knees.

“I love sucking your cock, Gabe.”

“I love it, too.”

He grips the shaft and drags his tongue along the head of my dick. “I’m pretty good at it, too,” he says in his cocky way.

“You are,” I assure him while running my fingers through his hair. “That’s because you have a big mouth.”