Both hands held on to my boyfriend’s sides now, as my man remained in position on all fours undoubtedly bracing himself for invasion. The tip of his sizeable and impressively hard cock was now exposed, the foreskin pulled back from the shiny head after his quick preparatory tug. Like some wank sleeve he was about to ejaculate his pent-up need into. His other, the butt-filthy and lubed hand, rested on my man’s buttock. I watched, entranced, holding my breath as he expertly re-stiffened his cock one-handed. His friend decided my boyfriend was ready enough. Face already blissed out, eyes closed and god knows what going through his mind other than fuck me now.
Seeing him physically relax into the moment, the feelings, and give his body over for this man to fuck. Fingers slipping in and out of his hole – and that squelching, sexual in-out finger-fuckery giving birth to his first moans and groans of pleasure. Fingers lubed up his arse entrance – and I, fascinated, watched someone other than me give my boyfriend such intimate attention. He was told in no uncertain terms to get on all fours.
