Power Play - Episode 3

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Now Jack never let anyone top him—he was a Grade A prime alpha fucker. I knew he was lying to make me feel better, and I appreciated the gesture. And sure enough, as soon as we got to his place, he had me down on my knees begging for his dick. And what a beautiful dick it was— hard as a rock and shiny with precum! I couldn’t wait to get my lips around it.

I deep throated it immediately working my tongue on his glans and eliciting an involuntary moan. “Oh, fuck, Clay! That’s real nice,” he gasped, his hands gripping my head to keep his dick down my throat as deep as possible. “Fuck yeah! Fuck!”

I knew that dick well, and I like to think I could have had Jack spilling his load anytime I wanted, but I didn’t want him to shoot too soon. So I worked over his glans one more time with my tongue—I could feel the juices ready to explode—and then quickly withdrew my mouth. 

The look of frustrated disappointment on his face was enough to start me laughing. “That’s for the ‘Gramps’ remark!” I smirked. I was playing with fire and I knew it, but with Jack I didn’t mind getting burned. In fact, I wanted to.
“Just for that, I’m not gonna use any lube when I ride that tight ass of yours,” he threatened. I continued to laugh, provoking him, and when he came at me, I pretended to fight him off. He was bigger than me—and stronger. He soon had me pinned on the ground, and I continued to pretend to struggle.

Finally, he had his hard cock at the threshold of my ass. It was slick with his precum and my saliva, so I knew we wouldn’t really need any lube. He entered me with one hard thrust. I won’t lie—it did hurt a little. I don’t often get fucked, and my ass was pretty tight that night.

Once he was inside me and I had adjusted to that mammoth piece of man meat, I began to work my ass muscles. We developed a rhythm together that pounded continually on my sweet spot. He still had my arms pinned so I couldn’t jack off, and I could see the look of sadistic satisfaction on his face as he worked my ass, knowing that I was so close to cumming but couldn’t do anything about it.

In revenge, I worked my ass muscles even harder on his dick. Jack began uttering a series of “Oh fuck!”s, softly at first and then getting louder and louder until he finally shouted “OH FUCK!” as he emptied his balls into my asshole. 

When he finished pumping my ass but with his dick still inside me, he looked at me with a wicked grin. He could see that I hadn’t cum. And before I knew it—still pinning me down, but with one hand now—he used his other hand to jack off my throbbing dick. I let out my own “OH FUCK!” and with a few strokes, I was shooting ropes of cum onto my chest—one even landed on my left eye!

Usually after sex, Jack would let me take a shower before sending me home. That night, he led me to his bed, spooned me, and we fell asleep together with his semi-hard dick riding my ass crack.