Free Best Gay Erotica 2014 by Larry Duplechan Page B

off. A black leather harness held his dick in place. Sunlight glinted back from the buckles. This time I wasn’t surprised. I hadn’t ever fucked a transboy before, but I’d watched them and wondered. I had fucked a woman in high school. Well, I’d tried. We were drunk and I couldn’t get it up, let alone in. Hadn’t been curious about pussy since—but also hadn’t found one on a boy.
    He had a tight little ass. The hair stood out and got thicker toward his crack. I slapped one cheek, then the other, until both sides were red. I ran a finger along his taint and circled the pink asshole. I felt his hole shudder, then his entire body along with it, as I stroked the sensitive skin. I went along his taint to the bottom of his cunt but didn’t go farther. Wasn’t sure I wanted to deal with that. Yet. Instead, I slipped a finger in his ass. He swallowed it whole, then another and another.
    There was a condom in my wallet. Such a shame. For a moment I was tempted to go bare. Self-control won out. I slid the rubber over my dick, then rubbed the head in his asscrack, waiting as long as humanly possible before shoving it in. He spasmed. Started saying “fuck” over and over again. I clamped my hands into his hip bones and used them like handles to force his ass onto my dick. I fucked him hard and fast, watching him take everything in. This time I didn’t last long before unloading inside of him.
    The boy didn’t look even close to being done. He writhed and squirmed as I pulled out, wanting more. He hung there,wrists trapped, unable to touch himself while I took my time watching. Putting my dick back into place.
    Our bodies were so different. Everything about me was thick and dark in comparison. Years of working with my body had earned me the physique I’d coveted all my life. Course black hair covered my arms, legs, chest. And my dick didn’t strap off.
    A jigsaw revving up nearby ripped through our quiet. Voices, loud, all business, yelling out measurements and warning one another to watch the fuck out. It sounded like lunch hour had ended. My boy was still hanging naked from the ceiling. I really hoped no one needed to come in here. Fucking on the job was generally frowned on.
    I undid his hands. Angry red lines showed where the cord had dug into his skin. He rapped the circulation back in before reaching for the puddle of jeans around his ankles.
    â€œLeave it.” He dropped the denim. “I’m not finished with you.” I grabbed him by the back of the neck and led him over to edge, facing the long drop down. Half a foot farther and he’d fall off the edge. There were people working down there, but no one on the scaffolding too close to us. I let my hand slide down to that other opening between his legs and slipped a finger in. Salty wet lube dripped down my hand.
    He wanted more. I massaged my cock through my pants. The blood started flowing back, not hard as before, but getting there. Another finger inside and he started making noise. I reached for my fly but he stopped me.
    â€œWait.”
    â€œWhat’d you say, boy?”
    â€œPlease wait, Sir. There’s another condom in my jeans, Sir.”
    â€œFine. Bring it.” He did. I ripped open the foil package and put on the snakeskin.
    â€œNow get on your knees.”
    His head faced the drop. Naked, vulnerable and hot for my cock. He looked like any other boy from behind. I ran the tip of my cock through his cleft. Soft, wet, and warm. It felt good. His hips bucked down, trying to push my dick in the hole. I pushed back. Everything I had slid through the lips, running up unfamiliar parts. My hand found his dick—not the rubber extension, but his hormone-addled little boy-dick rigid with blood and wet from himself. When I hit that he moaned. Then “Oh…oh my god,” as I flicked over it. His cock was the length and width of my thumb.
    Every time I pulled back he