Page 77 of Silent Damage

Truth be told, I wasn’t either.

But it looked too good not to.

“Yes—don’t stop—oh fuck—”

He whimpers and mewls—babbling while I drag my tongue along his crease, and hearing the sound of his voice like this is making a warm feeling spread across my chest.

I’d eat his ass forever if it meant hearing him speak continuously like this.

He tastes so good. His hole flexes around my tongue when I push it even deeper. “Spit on my ass,” he begs.

And I do. I spit on his hole and slap it while he cries out. “Spit on it again.”

Gabe’s hands search for something to hold onto. There’s no bedpost, so he grips the sheets while I continue eating him out.

“Jason,” he rasps. “Fuck me. Please.”

Now, I’m the feral one. I rise, kneeling on the bed, grabbing his ankles, ready to plunge my cock into him when—

“Fuck, do we have lube?”

“I don’t want lube,” he replies.

My eyes grow wide. “What? Of course, we need lube or something. Do we have Vaseline in the bathroom?”

Gabe frees his legs from my grasp and holds my face between his hands. “I want it to hurt,” he whispers.

I freeze, my breathing fast and frantic. “Why?” I ask.

“Because I want to remember this. Please.”

I don’t think I’ve ever seen Gabe look more desperate in my whole life. He pleads with his eyes, and I just can’t say no.

“Okay,” I whisper. “You have to tell me if it’s too much. You have to—”

“I will,” he assures me. “Just use spit. That’s all I want.”

My body and my mind are at war. It feels wrong to do this, but I need him so much.

I grab his ankles again, push his legs to his chest so his asshole is exposed, then release a wad of spit that lands right on his hole. With my finger, I massage his rim before slicking my cock with more spit and lining up to push inside him.

“Finger me a little first,” he says.

“Good idea,” I reply, while panting like a dog.

I’m about to stick my finger inside Gabe’s butt…

I spit on my fingers to make them slick, then carefully slide one in his hole.

Gabe closes his eyes and smiles.

I pump him with my finger, watching his face look more and more wrecked the deeper I go.

“Two fingers now,” he whispers.

I slide a second one in, and Gabe moans.

It’s deep.