Then, I coat my fingers in lube and enter him with my pointing finger as he cries out in pain. Another finger; the index. He madly alternates between cries and pants. His body writhing intensely and his entrance twitching. I gently plant kisses on his chest. Finally, I insert the ring finger. His cries reverberate throughout the room and tears stream down his cheeks. Worried, I asked him if he's okay. He nods lazily, his face polluted with sexual desire. I explore his entrance noting the tightness and the warmth while he desperately clings to the linoleum tile.
I withdraw my fingers and push his legs far back so that they're hovering over his body, and his feet, socks still in-tact, nearly set beside his shoulders. Finally, I position myself and penetrate the boy as he lets out a slow, sexy gasp. He feels so warm and tight, I nearly come right there. Slowly, I thrust into him. Whimpers and breathy gasps escape his pink, supple lips.
I decide to go faster.
Near's back arches as I rhythmically and quickly pump into his tight, quivering entrance.. His cries sound so cute and his mouth now making a cute 'O' shape. Gasps, moans, and the contact between our skin is all that I can hear. I pump harder and faster and he cries out louder and louder until I finally come inside of him, seed spilling out onto the floor. His own fluids decorate his chest--now rising up and down.
I pull out of him and caress his cheeks before chastely kissing his forehead and then his lips.