Free Tangled Sheets by Michael T. Ford Page B

Melting water follows behind my hand, slipping along the hollow of his spine in a thin silver line. When I reach the cleft of his ass cheeks, I lift the sliver of dying ice and watch as the cold water trickles in a narrow thread between his mounds and rinses over his asshole, making it twitch sharply. Drops roll down the smooth flesh below his pucker and hang deliciously from his wrinkled sac before falling wetly onto the floor between his feet.
    Kneeling behind him, I lick the muscular curves of his cheeks, tasting the water where it clings to his warm skin. The space between his balls and his ass is smooth, and my tongue sweeps cleanly along it until I sink into the warm fold of his hole, wet with drops of ice water. He is very tight, and I suspect from the way he resists when I press against him that he has never had anything in his ass before. But I push insistently, and my tongue slides slowly into his warm opening, creating an ever-widening passageway as I add my spit to the water. I can feel the muscles loosening as I move further inside, welcoming the pleasure I am bringing to him, and finally he relaxes.
    His ass is clean and hot, and eating his virgin hole makes me want even more of him. I look out of the corner of my eye and see that Ray has taken off his clothes and has his hand wrapped around his cock, jerking off slowly. He is still wearing the leather ring he put on before going to the park, and his balls are circled tightly by its grip, pushed slightly up and away from his body. Taking my mouth away from Luis, I stand up. He is still bent over, and I reach between his legs, grasping his balls tightly. His prick is hard as a rock, and I feel it slapping against my fingers as I tug on his nuts.
    Pulling his balls down, I watch his asshole stretch, lengthening into a thin line, and I want to fuck him. But that’s not what will happen, not yet anyway, and I push the thought to the back of my mind. Instead, I lick my middle finger and slide the tip into his ripe cherry. He bucks forward at my entrance, but I am still holding on to his nuts with the other hand, and he stops when he feels my fingers pull him back.
    â€œDon’t tell me you’ve never had anything up your ass before, Luis,” I say, feigning surprise. “You never lie in bed at night fingering this tight hole of yours while you think about some man fucking you? Maybe one of your basketball buddies?” I lean down and let him feel my breath on his neck. “Bet you shoot a thick load all over your belly thinking about it. Am I right?”
    Luis says nothing until I push further into him, the warmth of his chute around my hand making my balls wince impatiently. Then he moans, “Yeah. Yeah, sometimes.”
    I thrust into him until my palm is flat against his ass. He has loosened a little, and I am able to glide in and out of him, rotating my finger slightly so that he opens even more. The pink skin of his hole is deepening to a darker red as I finger him.
    â€œTell me about it,” I prod him. “Tell me what you think about while you finger this hole.”
    He is groaning now and has to catch his breath before he answers. When he does, he speaks softly, pausing often as a low grunt interrupts his speech. “There’s this guy works in a grocery store on my street. Real big guy. Hairy chest. Sometimes I think about doing stuff to him. Him doing stuff to me.”
    I am fucking him steadily now, adding another finger to the one already deep inside him. “Doing what?” I ask. “What do you want to do to him?”
    â€œChrist,” he grunts as I stretch his hole by spreading my fingers. “I think about sucking his dick, licking his fat hairy balls. I think about him sticking it up my ass in the back room.”
    I picture this in my mind, this boy being fucked from behind by another man, and the thought causes my prick to swell. “That’s very good,” I tell him, removing my finger