When I agree to play with another top, it usually ends up just being oral play or me breaking his defenses down until I have my meat inside him. So I'm not sure how the hell I ended up on my back with my legs in the air, grimacing through the pain yet welcoming it on while this blond kid with a faux hawk a full decade my junior is sawing his raw bone inside me.
My eyes bulged and I tightened up hard.
"Oh, shit. Sorry," the kid said softly as he repositioned and fucked a bit more shallow. The kid has skill. He knew he went to deep without me telling him. And now he's hitting that spot that's numbing the pain.
It started the way I thought. Us swapping head. But the first thing that should have clued me in that things would turn out different was the way I responded to his funk. A blue-collar kid, a bit more self-assured than I usually find guys his age, unapologetically grubby from a hard day's work in the field and I was eating his scent up. Some guys you smell and it turns your stomach. This guy, for some reason, made me respond in a totally unexpected way. The sting of his day's sweat as I lapped as his nuts was accompanied by a scent that was distinctly male but alluring. I immediately mashed my nose against his pits and swirled my tongue around to consume as much of him as I could.
And apparently that also meant sucking in his cock deep inside my ass.