E4: Almost In | Before the Date

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

Recap: After his date cancelled, Ethan called Leo over. No explanation. Just a pin. When Leo showed up, Ethan was hard, jerking off to porn on the TV. He needed relief and knew exactly who to call. Leo got on his knees again. The blowjob was rougher, sloppier, deeper than before. At some point, as he face-fucked Leo, Ethan looked down at him and asked if he thought he could take it like the girl in the video. And now... Leo's wondering if Ethan’s going to try.

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“Bro,” he muttered, still gripping my head, sweat dripping down his stomach. “You think you could take it in the ass like she’s doing?”

My mouth was still full of his cock. I couldn’t answer. But something shifted in the air between us the second he asked. He pulled out...slow, wet and I gasped quietly, spit stringing from my lip to his cock.

I sat back on my heels. Looked up at him. Swallowed hard. “Dude… I’ve never been fucked before.”

Ethan was breathing heavy, sweat shining along his chest. He stared down at me like he was deciding something. “C’mon man,” he said, voice low. “Don’t you like my cock?”

I looked up at him, lips still slick, throat raw. “Yeah… I do. A lot.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Then what’s the problem bro?”

I hesitated. “I mean… what happened? Does my mouth not feel as good anymore?”

He laughed under his breath, shaking his head like I was insane. “Bro. Your mouth’s insane. Better than anyone I’ve ever been with. No question.” He stepped closer, still holding the lube. “But my cock wanted to fuck tonight. Like, it was fully ready for pussy. And then this chick cancelled. So now it’s just…” He looked down at it...thick, veiny, dripping pre-cum. “Frustrated.”

He met my eyes again. “I’m not gonna fuck you, alright? Not unless you want it. I’ll just slide it between your cheeks. Maybe rub the head there. I just need to feel something warm.”

I stood up slowly, heart pounding harder than it had any time during the gym set earlier. My voice came out quiet, almost like I was trying to convince myself more than him. “Uhm… okay. I’ve been thinking about how it would feel.”

He grinned; big, filthy, proud. “That’s my fucking man.” He slapped his thigh, then pointed to the couch. “C’mon. Get those pants off and get on the couch. Face down, ass up."

My fingers moved before I could think. I undid the drawstring, pushed my sweats down to my ankles, and stepped out. My legs felt shaky. My dick was hard. I didn’t try to hide it.

I climbed onto the couch; knees digging into the cushions, arms folded under me. I lowered my chest, left my ass arched in the air, completely exposed. The room was warm, but my skin buzzed with nerves. With need.

Ethan walked up behind me. I felt the heat of his body even before he touched me. He reached out, palmed one cheek, gave it a slow squeeze. “Damn,” he muttered. “Didn’t know you had an ass like this. No wonder you suck cock like you’ve got something to prove.”

He grabbed my ass with both hands now and squeezed, hard. “Fuuuck, man... this bunda.”

I couldn’t help it; I laughed, cheek pressed to the cushion. “Yeah, I do Bulgarian split squats a lot.”

“Shit shows,” he muttered, low and hungry.

I felt the couch shift behind me as he climbed up. His legs slid on either side of mine, thighs pressing into mine, spreading me wider. His chest hovered just above my back. I could feel his heat, his breath. His weight not all the way down, but close. Trapping me there.

Then he reached forward, palms flat against the couch by my shoulders, caging me in.

And that’s when he started slapping his cock against my ass. Wet, heavy smacks. One. Two. Three.

“Fuck,” he growled. “You hear that?”

I nodded, cheek still down. “Loud and clear.”

He laughed. “Your ass is fucking majestic, bro.”

His cock dragged slow between my cheeks now, wet with precum. I felt it twitch, thick and throbbing. The head bumped my hole. Just a tease. Just enough to make my hips jerk.

“Easy,” he whispered, grinding the shaft between my cheeks again. “I said no fucking unless you ask.”

But every slap. Every press. Every slow drag of his cock was making my hole twitch more and more. My cock was pressed hard against the couch now, leaking little drops onto the fabric with every breath.

Then he paused.

Stood up without a word.

I looked back, confused. He disappeared down the hallway. I thought maybe he was done; that maybe he’d freaked out. But a second later, he came back.

With a bottle of lube in his hand.

“Dude,” he grinned, twisting the cap open. “Let’s make this ass wet.”

He climbed back onto the couch behind me, straddling me again like before. I heard the squirt. Then a fat, wet splash as he poured a load of it over his cock. Then he took more in his hand, dragged it down between my cheeks, and with two fingers, started coating the inside of my hairy ass with it; messy, casual, like he’d done it a hundred times before.

I flinched.

“Ah—fuck, that’s cold,” I gasped, hips jolting forward a little.

He laughed under his breath, fingers still working me open. “Chill, man. I'll warm it up with my cock.”

His fingers slid slick around my hole, spreading me. He wasn’t pushing in. Not yet. Just rubbing in circles, coating the rim, dragging that lube deep between my cheeks until everything felt slippery and loose. “Damn,” he muttered, leaning in, his breath on my neck. “You weren’t kidding. You been doing Bulgarian splits or growing this ass for me?”

I huffed out a shaky laugh, barely able to reply. My cock was grinding into the couch at this point, throbbing, dripping. Every slow swirl of his fingers made me twitch harder.

“You good?” he asked, still rubbing lube over me, lower now, like he was about to line up.

I swallowed. “Y-Yeah. Just… feels fucking insane.”

“Good,” he said, cocky as hell. “Let’s keep it at insane.”

His cock pressed down between my cheeks, thick and hot and wet now. He didn’t push in..just started grinding. Long, slow drags between my ass, letting the lube spread, the head sliding over my hole again and again.

“Fffuck,” he groaned. “This is what my cock needed.”

He adjusted behind me, legs pressed against mine on the couch, chest grazing my back. One hand held my waist, the other palming my ass, guiding every grind. His cock moved wet between my cheeks, dragging heavy and lazy, slapping sometimes, grinding other times.

“Shit, man,” he muttered, voice breathless. “Your ass is eating this shit up. Cold as fuck. My cock is loving it.”

I could feel it. My hole twitching under every pass. His cock head catching on it again and again, rubbing, teasing, not quite going in but so fucking close. I gasped, grinding back just a little.

“You good?” he asked again, softer now, the rhythm slowing as he paused at my hole.

I nodded, breath shaky. “Yeah…”

A beat passed.

Then I heard myself say it; quiet, but clear.

“…Maybe just the tip?”

He froze for half a second like he hadn’t expected me to actually say it. Then his grip tightened on my waist, and I felt his cock throb right against my hole.

“Fuckin’ finally,” he breathed, grinning into my shoulder.


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