Page 33 of Jack Frosting

“Yeah?” I wondered if there was a problem.

“You want me to keep going?”

“Oh, fuck yes.” I realized I hadn’t answered him the first time. “Sorry, it felt so good. Just got caught up in it.”

“Good. Thought you couldn't handle it.”

I jumped when he smacked my ass then screamed in pleasure when he slammed the rest of it in.

“Fuck, Clayton. Do that again.” I heard the whine in my voice and I didn't care.

He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, his thighs pressing against my ass.

“Like that?” he asked.

I nodded. “I don't think I've had a dick as thick as yours before.”

“Now," he added another thrust, ”you're just making shit up.”

“Believe me or not. It feels incredible. I'm not usually rock hard getting fucked.”

My trick worked. He palmed the pouch, squeezing my dick and I couldn't help but smile.

“Why the fuck haven't I seen this yet, by the way?”

Here we go. He was going to see the tattoo and then, well…I didn’t know what would happen.

I watched his hand pull the fabric to the side, reach in and pull my dick out. It looked like our awkward conversation would be delayed.

“Don't forget my balls, sugarplum. They're still trapped.”

“Sugarplum?” Clayton asked, giving another thrust.

I winked. “Just trying to make things romantic.”

“The fireplace did that already.” He gently fished my balls out of their fabric prison. “Jesus, Jack, your balls are enormous.” His hand brushed over them, causing me to shiver.

“Sorry?”

Clayton laughed. “I just…”

“I’m almost completely naked, hanging in a sling with your hard dick inside of me. If you can’t say what you want to say now, when can you?”

Clayton smiled. “Fine, Mr. Persuasive” he said, before asking, “With a dick as big as yours, you’ve no desire to top?”

“I’m almost completely naked, hanging in a sling with your hard dick inside of me. I’m taller and stronger than you. If I wanted to top, I think I’d be doing just that.”

He seemed to consider that for a second.

“And,” I added, “that’s very sizeist of you. I didn’t realize that bottoms had to have smaller dicks than tops. I thought you were this super chill nonconformist bisexual.”

“What’s that? You wanted to try a ball gag?” he asked, while he picked up the pace of our fucking. “Because this seems like a lot of conversation for sex.”

“Well, it doesn’t seem to be affecting your performance. Would you rather I go full porn star? Oh, fuck me, Clayon! Your dick is so huge!” I threw my head back for full effect. “Pump me full of your cum! Fuck my tight boypussy!”

“That’s more like it.” Clayton’s hands moved from my legs to the straps.

Fuck me!