Two Thousand Pounds Per Square Inch (The Russel Middlebrook Series Book 5) Read Free Page A
Author: Brent Hartinger
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and then given us our privacy. Otto and I had agreed beforehand that we'd wanted to try fucking, about how it would be a way for us to get closer to each other.
I'd brought the lube and condoms—so ridiculously embarrassing to buy!—so Otto insisted that I go first. I rolled a condom on my dick, and lifted his legs, almost to my shoulders. But the condom felt strange, and I couldn't get inside Otto. Honestly, if it hadn't been for computer porn, I'm not sure I would have believed it was possible to fuck someone in the ass—the angle was wrong, and the hole was just too damn small. I kept losing my boner, and then I'd have to jack myself until I was hard again. That was embarrassing and awkward. Guys never lost their boners in porn videos.
I couldn't help but notice that Otto wasn't losing his boner. It was completely hard even now, angling up his stomach like a guy stretching out in bed. It was a little shorter than Kevin's and mine, and maybe a little thinner too. But it was so hard—ridiculously hard. I mean, Otto got a full boner in about six seconds, and once he was hard, he stayed hard forever. Even after he came, he'd still be fully hard for at least five minutes. He once joked that he wasn't sure I'd ever seen his dick soft, but it really wasn't that much of a joke. But my dick didn't work like that (at all). Whenever I came, my boner went away right away.
And then there was the fact the Otto was soon going to be fucking me too. What would that feel like? Did I even want it? But what would he say if I said I didn't, especially after he'd let me fuck him?
Talk about thousands of pounds of pressure bearing down on me! No one ever said sex was going to be like this.
"It's okay," Otto whispered.
"What?" I said. I met his eyes, that warm burgundy brown.
He smiled at me. "There's no rush. Let's just enjoy each other. And we don't need to do it at all if you don't want to."
Now I felt stupid.
"Try it with just a finger," he said, so I put some lube on me and did.
It was strange, thinking about where I was putting my finger. I wasn't sure what I thought. I could feel Otto's heart beating from the inside. I hadn't expected that, and it embarrassed me a little.
"Now two fingers," he said, and I did that too.
Otto leaned back into the pillow and moaned. He liked that? The weird thing was, I liked it too. It was the exact opposite of what Web had done to me that night at the lake, forcing me to do things I had said I didn't want to do. Now I was doing something to Otto, something he wanted me to do, something that was turning him on.
It was turning me on too. I looked down at my dick, which was somehow fully hard again, rising up from between my legs, filling up the condom. I didn't have to stroke myself to get hard now.
From the pillow, Otto's eyes were back on mine again. "Try it again."
So I lubed up again. I crawled onto him like I was a kid and he was a piece of playground equipment. And this time, almost before I knew it, I slipped inside.
I gasped—or maybe it was Otto who gasped. One of us had, but I wasn't sure who. Talk about being close.
"Are you okay?" I whispered. For me, if I'd been the one who had gasped, it had been a gasp of pleasure. But for Otto, it was more complicated. There was pain somewhere in there too.
He nodded. "I'm okay. Just go ahead."
So I did.
I'd spent a lot of time wondering what fucking would feel like, but I saw now that it was all wasted time, because it didn't feel anything like what I imagined, like jacking off. It was a lot tighter, for one thing. But it definitely felt good. Now I saw the advantage of that hole being so small! I was so close to Otto now that I was actually inside of him .
Then we rearranged ourselves, and I started fucking him. I definitely didn't feel like a kid on a piece of playground equipment anymore. I felt like a man, more like a man than I'd ever felt in my life, which I know is a total cliché, and also pretty dumb, because even I know that
I'd brought the lube and condoms—so ridiculously embarrassing to buy!—so Otto insisted that I go first. I rolled a condom on my dick, and lifted his legs, almost to my shoulders. But the condom felt strange, and I couldn't get inside Otto. Honestly, if it hadn't been for computer porn, I'm not sure I would have believed it was possible to fuck someone in the ass—the angle was wrong, and the hole was just too damn small. I kept losing my boner, and then I'd have to jack myself until I was hard again. That was embarrassing and awkward. Guys never lost their boners in porn videos.
I couldn't help but notice that Otto wasn't losing his boner. It was completely hard even now, angling up his stomach like a guy stretching out in bed. It was a little shorter than Kevin's and mine, and maybe a little thinner too. But it was so hard—ridiculously hard. I mean, Otto got a full boner in about six seconds, and once he was hard, he stayed hard forever. Even after he came, he'd still be fully hard for at least five minutes. He once joked that he wasn't sure I'd ever seen his dick soft, but it really wasn't that much of a joke. But my dick didn't work like that (at all). Whenever I came, my boner went away right away.
And then there was the fact the Otto was soon going to be fucking me too. What would that feel like? Did I even want it? But what would he say if I said I didn't, especially after he'd let me fuck him?
Talk about thousands of pounds of pressure bearing down on me! No one ever said sex was going to be like this.
"It's okay," Otto whispered.
"What?" I said. I met his eyes, that warm burgundy brown.
He smiled at me. "There's no rush. Let's just enjoy each other. And we don't need to do it at all if you don't want to."
Now I felt stupid.
"Try it with just a finger," he said, so I put some lube on me and did.
It was strange, thinking about where I was putting my finger. I wasn't sure what I thought. I could feel Otto's heart beating from the inside. I hadn't expected that, and it embarrassed me a little.
"Now two fingers," he said, and I did that too.
Otto leaned back into the pillow and moaned. He liked that? The weird thing was, I liked it too. It was the exact opposite of what Web had done to me that night at the lake, forcing me to do things I had said I didn't want to do. Now I was doing something to Otto, something he wanted me to do, something that was turning him on.
It was turning me on too. I looked down at my dick, which was somehow fully hard again, rising up from between my legs, filling up the condom. I didn't have to stroke myself to get hard now.
From the pillow, Otto's eyes were back on mine again. "Try it again."
So I lubed up again. I crawled onto him like I was a kid and he was a piece of playground equipment. And this time, almost before I knew it, I slipped inside.
I gasped—or maybe it was Otto who gasped. One of us had, but I wasn't sure who. Talk about being close.
"Are you okay?" I whispered. For me, if I'd been the one who had gasped, it had been a gasp of pleasure. But for Otto, it was more complicated. There was pain somewhere in there too.
He nodded. "I'm okay. Just go ahead."
So I did.
I'd spent a lot of time wondering what fucking would feel like, but I saw now that it was all wasted time, because it didn't feel anything like what I imagined, like jacking off. It was a lot tighter, for one thing. But it definitely felt good. Now I saw the advantage of that hole being so small! I was so close to Otto now that I was actually inside of him .
Then we rearranged ourselves, and I started fucking him. I definitely didn't feel like a kid on a piece of playground equipment anymore. I felt like a man, more like a man than I'd ever felt in my life, which I know is a total cliché, and also pretty dumb, because even I know that