“Tell me what? You were coming? I wanted you to come in my mouth.” He smiled. “That feel good?”

“Yeah,” Bill panted. “That was great.”

“Good,” Pete said. “Roll over on your belly. It’s my turn.”

His alarm when Pete licked and prodded his butthole with his tongue—he worried he was not clean down there—was nothing compared to his anxiety when the big bulb of Pete’s cock head squeezed its way inside him. Pete had slicked his hole with Jergen’s hand lotion and tried to loosen him up with his fingers but the jab of pain when Pete entered him still made Bill grind his teeth.

“You gotta breathe,” Pete said hoarsely, his weight driving Bill into the sofa’s smelly cushions. “Ah, fuck, Billy, you’re so tight.”

He was entirely pinned beneath the older man’s body now. Pete wrapped his arms around Bill’s chest and pressed Bill’s legs closed with his thighs. He sank his dick all the way into Bill’s hole until Bill felt Pete’s balls slap against his butt. He shut his eyes but the pain exploded little bursts of light beneath his eyelids.

“It hurts.”

“Just keep breathing.”

A tear gathered in the corner of Bill’s eye. His shallow breaths were shudders of pain. “Take it out,” he whispered.

“Shh, shh, shh, just breathe, baby. Oh, God, fuck, so good.”

A tear ran down Bill’s cheek, then another as Pete began to move in and out of him. After a few minutes, the pain lessened to a dull throb. Pete’s body slapped against his until they were both slippery with sweat. Bill was conscious of each stroke, of the stink of hand lotion and shit, of the coarse grain of the sofa’s fabric against his body, and Pete’s hot, grunting breath on his neck. His cock had shriveled and his balls had become twisted up and ached. He waited for it to be over. Pete groaned, then drove himself even deeper and faster into Bill’s body, growling Bill’s name. Bill felt a hot spill of liquid fill him and then the pounding stopped. For a moment, Pete lay inertly on his body, his dick shriveling inside Bill. He pulled himself out and panted into Bill’s ear, “That was amazing.”

Bill wriggled out from beneath Pete and retreated to a corner of the couch. He wiped his eyes and felt sticky liquid dribbling out his butt.

“It hurt,” he said accusingly.

Pete grinned. “It always hurts the first time. You’ll get used to it and then you’ll be begging for it.”

Bill, not knowing what else to say, said nothing.

“Ah, don’t be mad, Billy. Come over here. Sit on daddy’s lap.”

Reluctantly, Bill got up and sat on Pete’s thighs, ready to spring off if Pete tried to put his dick back into his butt.

“Lean back,” Pete said.