E6: Deep Trouble | Before the Date

This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.

Recap: Leo finally gave in. Ethan brought out the lube, spread it between his cheeks, and started grinding slow, teasing strokes against his hole. What began as “just the tip” turned into Ethan burying his whole cock inside Leo's hole. And when Leo moaned out Ethan’s name, Ethan just laughed and said, “Knew you’d take a cock better than that girl in the porn video.”

────୨ৎ────

Ethan's cock was still buried inside me.. Breathing heavy against my back like he was trying not to bust already.

Each thrust dragged a low, helpless “ahh” from my throat. Not even trying to hold it in anymore. His hips moved in slow, greedy strokes; cock thick, warm, pushing me open again and again. I’d never felt this full in my life.

"ahh - fuck..."

"ahh - fuck..."

"Yeah you like that," he grunted, fingers digging into my waist. "Taking it like a fuckin’ princess."

He pulled out halfway, then pushed back in, smooth and slow.

"uhhmm - fuck, Eth..."

Then he stilled.

“Is it too much?” he asked, chest heaving.

I nodded, barely able to speak. “Maybe just… more lube.”

He laughed and pulled out, his cock wet and shiny, hanging heavy and twitching. “Just when I thought you were the cocky one, acting all slutty like you’d been done this before.”

Just when I thought I was in control, this big dumb gym bro’s cock destroyed my hole. I was putting on a show, being the tease, thinking I was the one seducing him. But fuck… his dick is massive. Not just long... it's fucking thick. Stupid thick. The kind that stretches everything in you that’s never been touched. And it wasn’t even the size. It was the way he stroked deep, every thrust pushing into that spot that made my knees tremble. It was ruining me.

I looked over my shoulder and caught him grinning like he was proud that his cock was too much for him, bottle of lube in his hand. He squeezed out more...a lot more...letting it pour over his shaft and down his fingers.

“Bro,” he laughed, coating his cock again, “we’re gonna run out of lube before I even get to cum.”

He reached between my cheeks and rubbed more inside, this time slow, almost gentle. I shivered under his touch, cock pressing into the couch again, leaking. He lined up against my hole once again, and this time, it wasn’t a fight..his cock slid in smooth. I gasped into the cushions.

There was this filthy sound. A wet, loud squelch when Ethan’s cock entered me; like something sticky being pushed too deep, too fast. It wasn’t just one sound either. It was every stroke after that. The lube was everywhere. My crack, my thighs, dripping down the balls all the way to the couch. Every inch of me felt slippery.

Ethan’s whole body pressed down against my back as he started moving; his hips jerking up and down, cock gliding like he was finally finding the rythym..

“Fuck, I think that’s a lot of lube,” he laughed while his cock thrusted harder into me.

I turned my head slightly and mumbled, playing sweet, breathless.

“I’m not sure how much is too much...”

He chuckled dark against my ear.

I bit my lip, still holding onto that fake shy act, but truth was? The lube was doing its job. I was getting used to the size...finally. My hole didn’t feel like it was being split open anymore. It felt… full. So fucking full. But the good kind. Like every slow pull out and shove back in was warming me from the inside, spreading me in the filthiest way.

His cock glided easier now, but the stretch stayed. The thickness, the curve, the way the head of his cock bumped my hole every-time his cock slipped out and he slammed it back in. Every thrust made my thighs twitch, every slide dragged a moan out of me.

" fuck, Ethan you are so fucking huge..."

The skin of my hole was stretched tight around him, clinging and resisting, then giving in ...again and again. He picked up speed and his thrusts got harder, faster and deeper. I couldn’t keep still. I was moving with him now, pushing back on instinct.

My arms braced against couch, forehead pressed down, legs, ass arched back.. and trembling.

I didn’t say it, but I was loving it. Loving how his cock felt like it belonged there.
How each stroke pulled a little more of me apart. And how I was still leaking onto the couch even though I hadn’t even touched myself.

He grunted behind me, rough hands gripping my hips tighter as his thrusts got deeper, more rhythmic. “Fuck, your hole's like sucking my cock, bro…”

I gasped, pushing back without thinking. Slowly at first. Just enough to feel more of him. Then again...deeper this time. My own hips moving now, matching his. Meeting each thrust. Grinding into it.

He noticed.

“Ohhh shit mann,” Ethan groaned, voice hoarse. “You’re fuckin’ twerking on my cock now?”

I laughed, breath shaky. “I-I don’t know. It just… feels good.”

“Yeah?” His hands slid down to my ass, thumbs pulling the cheeks apart wider as he stared down at where we connected. “Look at this greedy little hole. So much for wanting just the tip.”

I was too far gone to be embarrassed. His cock kept hitting that spot..fuck, that spot and my body was answering on its own.

“Shit, man, you’re deep,” I whispered, rocking back harder. “I didn’t think I could take this much.”

Ethan’s voice dropped, thick and filthy. “You’re takin’ it like a fuckin’ princess, bro.”

He leaned down, body flush against mine again. I could feel the sweat on his chest sticking to my back, his breath on my neck.

“You hear that?” he growled, hips still pumping. The wet, slap-squelch-slap sound of our bodies colliding filled the room. “That’s your ass making music.”

“F-Fuck,” I whimpered, face buried in the couch cushion, cock trapped underneath me, leaking like crazy. Ethan had stopped moving; his body still, chest heaving behind me. I could feel just the head of his cock barely inside, like he’d paused to catch his breath.

But I didn’t wait.

Instinct took over.

I rocked my hips back slow, deliberately. His cock slid in with a wet, slippery ease, stretching me open again. I adjusted around it, let it sink all the way inside. My hole clenched, greedy.

And honestly… I don’t even know when I forgot to keep pretending. Pretending to be all innocent, all shy, all princessy for this hot straight guy. At that point, my ass just started swallowing his cock on its own...again and again while he stood there frozen, watching me work it back and forth.

His voice broke the silence, low and breathless. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Use my cock, man. Fuckin’ ride it. I’m just here for the show.”

Then a filthy little chuckle into my ear.

“I knew you were pretending to be some fuckin’ virgin, you cock-hungry whore.”


────୨ৎ────

Read Next Part