The denial of sexual satisfaction causes several tears to adorn his cheeks.
Then, I slam him hard against the floor, facing me, and violently and sloppily kiss him, consuming his tears, feeling his hot, shallow breath against my cheeks.
Finally, I tear off his pants and pull down his boxers, revealing his erection. I trail his thighs with sloppy, wet kisses. In response he whimpers, erraticly thrusting into the air.
I step back and admire the lusty pale boy that lay before me. His chest quickly rising up and down like some frightened animal, his lips slick with our kisses, and his face blanketed with a pink blush. He really did look so cute.
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.