Second Chance(47)

“That’s better.”

Nate let his fingers slip free, leaving Jack empty and desperate, but then Nate’s cock was there. The head rubbing over Jack’s hole with firm pressure as Nate lined himself up. The first push inside stole Jack’s breath; it was longer and thicker than Nate’s fingers and the stretch was almost too much. “Stop!” He tensed, trying not to fight it. “Gimme a sec.”

Stilling, Nate gripped Jack’s hip with one hand while he rubbed soothing circles in the small of his back with the other. “Tell me when you’re ready for more.”

Jack breathed slowly, forcing his body to relax and welcome Nate inside. He rocked forward and backwards gently, gritting his teeth through the discomfort until it started to feel good again. “Okay. More.”

Inching in carefully, Nate pushed deeper. Jack’s body protested again but he ignored it, putting up with the uncomfortable sensation because of the promise of what was to come. “That’s all.” Nate said. “Balls deep. How do you feel?”

“Like meat on a spit.” Jack huffed, but the laughter loosened something and what had previously been too much stretch morphed into something deep and urgent and good. “But I’m getting there. Try fucking me now.” The first slide out and in was another moment of uncertainty for Jack as he rode the knife edge of almost-too-much. But the second thrust was better, and the third better still. “Yeah,” he muttered. “That’s great. Go faster.”

Nate obliged, thrusting hard while Jack braced his arms to meet each stroke. “Looks so hot,” he said breathlessly. “God, Jack. The sight of my cock in your arse… it’s incredible.”

“How does it feel?” Jack asked. “Does it feel good as well as look good?”

“Yeah.” Nate carried on fucking Jack as he replied. “The pressure in me feels good, and my dick is rubbing just right. It feels amazing.”

“Can you come like this?”

“Sometimes,” Nate said, his voice strained. “I’m quite close actually. But don’t worry about whether I come or not. I can always finish a different way. If you’re going to come, don’t wait for me.”

Jack’s climax was building again, even stronger and more intense than before with Nate thrusting deep. The head of his cock was rubbing Jack’s prostate with every slide. Even without any stimulation to his dick, Jack was getting there. But without stroking his cock it would probably take a while. Knowing that Nate was enjoying this made Jack prepared to be patient. If Nate could come while fucking him, then Jack wanted him to have that.

Nate started fucking Jack even harder and faster. He moaned. “God that’s good. Fuck.”

Nate’s rhythm was relentless and Jack was lost in it. He couldn’t tell how long they’d been doing this for; time had no meaning as the universe narrowed down to this: the heat of Nate’s hands clutching him, the sounds they made together, the hard thrust of Nate’s cock in his arse, and the ever-increasing ache in his balls.

Finally Nate gasped, “Oh fuck, Jack. I’m going to come.” He gripped Jack’s hips even tighter, fingers digging in as he slammed in a few more times, and then stilled, grinding into Jack as he cried out, rhythm finally broken as he jerked his hips unevenly.

Jack wished he could see Nate’s face at the moment of release, because the sounds he made were intense. Finally Jack allowed himself to wrap a hand around his erection and stroke, clenching around Nate’s cock as he sought his own release.

“You didn’t come yet?” Nate asked.

“No. Nearly.”

“Yeah. Come on.” Nate started to move again, pistoning his hips into Jack as Jack jerked off.

“Oh fuck,” Jack gasped. “Of course, I forgot you can just keep going.”

Nate chuckled breathlessly. “Yep. One of the bonuses of being fucked by a trans guy. We can stay hard all night.”

Jack’s laugh was cut off by a groan of pleasure as Nate nailed his prostate. “Shit. Don’t stop.” He stroked himself harder.

“Not planning on it.”

Sensation built, layer upon layer, like a tower reaching impossible heights until finally something had to give. Blinding pleasure crashed through Jack and he was lost in free fall, tumbling as the world shattered and remoulded itself around him. Peace returned as the last tremors of his release left him shaking and panting. He didn’t remember letting go of his cock, but his hand was back supporting his weight, and his come painted the duvet beneath him in thick, white stripes.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“You okay?” Nate’s voice was soothing, his hands firm on Jack’s hips, grounding him.

“Uh huh. I think the earth moved a little.”

A soft chuckle. “Yeah. For me too. Let me get something to wipe up with.” Nate withdrew carefully and the bed creaked as he got up to fetch the tissues from the bedside table. “Here.” He handed some to Jack. “Let me get the wet patch.”

Jack flopped onto his side away from the mess he’d left, using the tissues Nate had given him to wipe the lube away from around his arse while Nate mopped up the come.

With sweat cooling on Jack’s skin, he shivered, and got under the duvet while Nate dealt with the condom and took off his harness. When he was done, he joined Jack under the covers.