Free Jock Auction by Alex Pendragon

him.
    Sure, nobody would confuse him for a girl. He was slim, almost painfully so. But
    his body still had the unmistakable outline of a boy: narrow waist and wider—
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    comparatively, at least—shoulders, with long, slender legs, a tight, compact ass, and skin that was pale and creamy white.
    I stepped up close behind him, dipped a soap-slicked hand down to his butt. He
    lifted his hips back against me in response. I felt my fingers slide down between his cheeks until their tips found his slicked hole, still loose from where I’d fucked him and then helped him finger himself to his own rough climax.
    I could hear him—half groaning, half purring—as I let my fingers dip inside,
    corkscrewing against him. Only a finger or two but enough to get him arching his
    back—this was meant to be cleanup, I reminded myself, though my quickly inflating
    dick seemed to have other ideas.
    I couldn’t stop myself, grabbed my cock with my other hand, let my fingers ease
    across its length. Craig was peering down around his hip to where I was jerking off, and I knew what he’d say before he even started.
    “You gonna put that in me again, Kyle?”
    I sighed, a little contented, a little horny—okay, a whole lot horny—and a little
    surprised that I was going to put up such a mediocre resistance. Instead, I draped my body against his back and let my dick find its way to rest between his cheeks.
    “You want this?” I asked him, mouth close to his ear as I humped and ground my
    cock between the taut muscles. He chuckled in response.
    “Don’t make me use my fingers again.”
    I had a sudden vision of him, body tense, legs spread almost as wide as he could
    get them, slumped low against the wall on his bedroom floor as I watched him force half the digits of one hand into his ass, all the time frantically pulling on his dick. He’d lost his load when I took his wrist and banged him hard with his own fingers.
    He was trying to impale himself now, lifting his ass up so that he could maybe
    guide the blunt tip of me inside without using his hands. Now it was my turn to laugh.
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    “You’re such a little horndog,” I told him, using one hand to press my knob
    against his entrance. “But I love that you need it so much.”
    One sharp shove, a jerk of my knees, and I was in him, a sudden hiss of air from
    between his clenched teeth the only reaction. Then I felt his ass clench and twitch around me, his hips setting up a rocking, twisting rhythm as he moved himself on me.
    “Yeah, that’s it,” I gasped, as Craig did his best to milk the fuck out of me. I
    wrapped my arms around his narrow chest, tried to match his rhythm with a
    complementary one of my own. I could feel his ribs under the thin layer of flesh as I pushed my mouth against the nape of his neck.
    “You fuck…so good…for a straight guy,” he grunted.
    I answered with a quick twist of my pelvis, sending my cock grinding into the
    walls of his ass and making him arch his back again and rise up on tiptoes. I brought him down again with a hard smack against his left ass cheek.
    “Like that?” I asked, and he nodded and grunted as I slapped his wet flank once
    more, tried to force every inch of myself into his tight confines.
    Even though we’d only done it a short while back, I couldn’t last long. Something
    about the shower sex and Craig’s willingness to give himself up to the moment—and, yes, his seemingly natural submissive tendencies, which weirdly brought out my own alpha-male aggression—was conspiring to tip me over the edge much faster than I
    guess I’d normally pride myself on.
    There must’ve been a giveaway, because he started to ride my dick harder, use
    shallow, bucking motions to slam himself on me. I knew Craig wasn’t jerking off
    because his hands were still against the wall of the shower, so I reached down and let his thick cock slide through my loosely clenched, soapy fingers. Fuck, he had a big