Chapter Thirty-One – Never Enough
“How does it look?” Cottontail was pulling at his ass, presenting his tiny hole filled to the brim with cum.
“It looks fucking awesome,” Jamie commented. “You have no idea.” He used one finger to push more of it back inside. As much as he enjoyed seeing all of that coming out of his partner’s ass, he wanted his mark to remain there, for as long as it was possible.
“I feel so good, Jamie,” Cottontail declared, stretching with visible satisfaction. “You bred me.”
“Is that what you wanted? For me to breed you?”
“It’s a well-known kink, but that’s not why I wanted it so much. How did it really feel?”
Jamie gestured vaguely. He was tired, spent, and happy. “I have no words, it was that good.”
“You came so much,” Cottontail said with enthusiasm, fingering his ass. “All of you, inside me.”
“Let’s not exaggerate. I came some.”
“Don’t play modest.”
Jamie rolled on one side and pulled Cottontail down to him. He moved a hand to play with his jizz inside his partner’s hole. “It’s not like me to forget about my partner’s needs. Do you think you can forgive me?”
“There’s nothing to forgive. I’ve finally managed to make you do something for yourself without feeling guilty.”
“Where does all this psychological mumbo-jumbo come from?”
“From very deep inside,” Cottontail said, completely unfazed by Jamie’s playful growls.
Nibbling that sweaty neck brought him a new sort of pleasure. But he needed to get over himself and focus on satisfying his partner. “You really drained me dry, but I can suck you off,” he offered.
“No, I’d rather wait until you can do it again. I want your cock in my ass again.”
“Again? So soon? You’re a naughty one.”
“And very demanding, I assure you. If you feel like taking a nap, go ahead. I’ll wait for your dick to get hard again.”
“You know, not many guys would be okay with so much delayed gratification. What are you, a monk?”
“I doubt monks have their asses bred like this by bad boys.”
“Weird joke, but I’ll take it. Okay, so not a monk, but… what’s the word? An ascetic?”
“I’m not that either. I don’t have the discipline,” Cottontail explained.
Jamie rolled them both onto their bellies and caught his naughty friend underneath one heavy arm. “Your offer to let me sleep is so damn tempting, but it goes against my ingrained belief that I should never neglect my partner’s needs.”
“You can abandon them with me, I promise,” Cottontail insisted. “You have no idea how satisfying it is to have your ass full the way I have it now.”
“Maybe we could help me find out,” Jamie joked.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Cottontail struggled against the heavy hold, “are you really going to let me?”
“We’ll see,” Jamie said teasingly. He enjoyed having the upper hand and holding his bed partner immobilized like this under him.
Maybe it wasn’t going to be difficult to get it up again. From this position he was enjoying so much awesome friction that he wanted to get more of it, more of Cottontail. How silly they were that they didn’t know each other’s names. Not that he wasn’t Jamie, but he was definitely not Vayne, and Cottontail had to have a real name that people who knew him, liked him, even loved him, used to address him.
It felt like such a hole in the network they had created between them as they linked to each other in so many different ways. The bunny boy was more than someone he was occasionally getting kinky with; he was also a friend, someone who helped him, or at least tried to help him in his career. How many people could he name that were so interested in both his person and his desire to succeed in making music?
The physical aspect was one thing. But there were deeper connections between them now. It meant that when he had to angle his head one way his bed partner immediately followed his lead by angling his the other way, so they could kiss like they loved so much to do. There was too much pleasure involved in humping against the other’s naked body without going further. That thing about delayed gratification came to his mind again; it applied powerfully when he was getting involved with this particular stranger, who knew more about him than all his past temporary lovers.
“I think you’re hard,” Cottontail whispered. “Are you ready to come in my ass again?”
“I just might be,” Jamie agreed. He could see himself doing that over and over again. It was another new thing to consider in this evolving relationship he was exploring right now with the help of a guy in a mask.
Was it dangerous to consider going further with his bunny than he had with most people? It could mean trouble, but Jamie was willing to give up on caution for the sake of feeling what he was experiencing right now – naked skin on naked skin, his cock slowly finding its way back into the hole it seemed to have been made for. Yes, there was such a thing as sexual compatibility, and what he had right now with the naughty bunny boy had to be setting a record for it.
Cottontail wrapped his legs around him while they kissed. Jamie adjusted his position only so he could put his cock back inside the hole still leaking cum from their previous tryst. It was easier than the first time, only this time around Cottontail’s ass seemed to be even hotter. Later, the guy might end up regretting getting fucked two times in a row like this, but Jamie could only bring himself to care in a way that didn’t prevent him from continuing. Actually, it would feel like a great victory to watch Cottontail being uncomfortable when he tried to sit when coupled with the knowledge it would be because Jamie had fucked him so thoroughly.
He had very few possessions in the world and didn’t care that much about owning things. But the few he considered his own were important to him; he would never leave them behind, like his bike, his drumsticks or that faded t-shirt from a long time ago which he kept at the bottom of his closet, although he took it out regularly when doing the laundry to keep it clean and fresh-smelling just in case.
How was he going to leave Cottontail behind? It seemed a ridiculous thought, when the guy was real, trembling in his arms, while their bodies moved together, getting closer and closer to another glorious release.
This time, he reminded himself, it had to be about his partner, not himself. Jamie straightened up to have more control, despite the whining and Cottontail’s attempts to hold him close.
“You look so good like this, spreading them for me,” he joked.
Cottontail did look good. His lithe body was stretched to its limit, and his sweaty chest rose and fell with each breath. His lips were wet and his eyes were glassy behind the bunny mask. That image was just right; Jamie slammed hard into his partner, enjoying the shivers and cries that were drawn from that scrumptious body by his actions.
He brushed his fingers over Cottontail’s cock. The thing was firm, jutting outward, and leaking like crazy. To test the waters, he caught it deftly but didn’t squeeze hard.
Cottontail’s reply didn’t wait to arrive. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come too fast.”
“And? What’s the problem?” Jamie teased. “Come if that’s what you want.”
“But what about you? Are you going to stop midway if I come?”
Jamie grinned. This guy just wanted to get a rise out of him, make him behave like the bad boy he was supposed to be. No problem. He could do that. “No. I’ll just continue to ram into you until your voice turns so hoarse you won’t be able to speak tomorrow. And I’ll make you come, again and again. I want to drain your balls.”
“You talk big,” Cottontail whispered and hid his face into the pillow by turning his head. Still, his profile was exposed; even with the mask on, there was no way of hiding what that face was saying. Someone was hot for getting bred repeatedly. Damn, the bunny boy really wanted to go through all the trouble that resulted from a thoroughly fucked ass.
Jamie had no qualms about indulging him. This penchant for trouble was, after all, part of the bunny boy’s appeal. He slowed down a smidge and began rubbing his partner’s cock with the obvious intention of making him spill.
It didn’t take long. Cottontail cursed like a sailor as Jamie made him explode. Jamie withdrew from the thoroughly fucked ass as the channel of muscles throbbed around his cock. He could show mercy to a guy that had no idea what this sort of fucking could do to him over the next few days.
“What are you doing?” Cottontail asked, his voice breathless. He caught Jamie’s arm. “You promised me something.”
“Are you for real?”
“I’ve never been more real.”
“Suit yourself.” Jamie smiled and kissed Cottontail hard on the lips. He bottomed out inside the welcoming ass, enjoying the smoothness and pleasant wetness provided by his previous load.
***
It was easier and easier to get higher. On a scale that went to a thousand, Jamie’s performance was up to a million or more. How was it possible that someone could give another person this much pleasure? Hearst was pretty sure he was close to losing his mind if he continued but he wasn’t willing to stop, even if it killed him. Jamie’s cock moved inside him with ease, but not because he was loose but because their bodies had somehow melded together and now they moved smoothly, like a well-oiled machine.
And the pleasure just kept increasing. He was drooling, and tears poured from the corners of his eyes. He felt everything, especially that nudge against the spot inside his ass that enjoyed the attention more than should have been allowed by laws and biology.
He caught Jamie between his legs, trapping him and pulling him near. He had no idea he could experience a second orgasm so quickly, but it happened. This time, Jamie didn’t even have to touch his cock much. The friction of their bodies, slick with sweat, did the trick. He squirmed and begged as he was going over the edge again.
“I might have promised you something,” Jamie said in a ragged voice, “but your ass feels too good and I might have to come again, too.”
“That’s awesome, Jamie, just go ahead and fill my ass again,” he urged his partner.
“Talk dirty like that, and I might just wreck you.”
“I don’t mind, I don’t mind at all,” he promised and clenched his ass to show Jamie that he meant business.
The growl that left Jamie’s throat was something else entirely. The animal in him agreed to that reaction. He was the reason it was happening.
“You really like getting me like this,” Jamie accused him playfully.
“I do, I fucking love it,” he admitted. “As much as I love having an ass full of your cum.”
“My cum? Not anyone else’s?” Jamie asked, grunting as he moved faster and faster.
“No way, you’re the only guy whose cum I want,” he confessed.
“Good, ‘cause I’m going to give you a huge load, and I don’t care if you whine about it afterward.”
“I won’t. Just give me everything you have.”
Jamie grabbed him by the hair at the back of his head and pulled hard, forcing his head back. Then he kissed Hearst so harshly that there was a real risk of him ending up without lips. The violence of that gesture made his ass twitch again.
“Fuck, this thing you’re doing with your ass, just how fucking kinky can you be?” Jamie asked, while his thrusting went up in intensity another notch.
“For you, only for you,” Hearst promised, his eyes full of tears.
The spasm that followed caught them both by surprise.
“Are you kidding me? Are you coming again?”
“Yes, yes, I am,” Hearst barely managed to force out.
“Here’s the load you’ve been begging for, you crazy little fucker,” Jamie grunted and pushed one time, two times, and a third hard and stayed there, making Hearst’s ass feel like it was about to burst.
That was everything he wanted. When they disentangled themselves from each other’s arms, they were too spent to care. They were just two bodies, fully expended and used, which only made them happy.
Hearst rolled on his side and wrapped himself around Jamie, as soon as his partner fell on his back, breathing hard, an arm thrown over his eyes.
“Was I good?” he asked.
“For real, do you really have to ask?” Jamie seemed to find it difficult to catch his breath.
“One day, you’ll let me do you, right?”
“You seem bent on getting in trouble, don’t you?”
“If it means getting in trouble with you, I’m totally down for it,” Hearst replied. “It’s what I want.”
“Okay, if you put it like that, I can’t say no. Do you want to sleep over?”
“I can’t.” The question sobered him. Even if it meant that he would have to crawl back to his dorm room, he couldn’t spend the night. He was going to hand over both his body and soul to Jamie, but even that had to be a process that should be accomplished in baby steps.
“If your ass hurts, I’ll take you back to your place.”
“How is that going to help? Ah, I see, you were trying to pull a quick one on me just now. I’ll manage.”
“It’s late.”
“There’s no danger from here to where I need to be.”
“I might have to disagree,” Jamie joked. “Who knows? Some horny spirits of the night might be into sucking the cum right out of you.”
“What a load of bull.” Hearst rested his head on Jamie’s shoulder. The smell of sweat and sex was making him dizzy. Too bad his body was so spent, or else he would have asked for an encore. The mind had no limits, apparently.
“How about I help you wash then? I’ll definitely enjoy getting my cum out of you. There’s so much, you might end up soaking your panties on the way back to your… dorm room?”
“Very well, so you know I live on campus. Wow, Sherlock, what can I say?” Hearst joked in kind, since Jamie had said those words with a question mark at the end.
“Every bit of you I can discover makes me happy.”
“For real?”
“Yes, for real.”
That was a bit of a revelation. But it would be better if he steered the conversation toward more familiar ground. “It felt so good, I didn’t want to stop,” he confessed while playing with Jamie’s nipples and pulling on them as curiosity got the better of him. There was no more enjoyable way for him to spend his time than to explore Jamie’s body thoroughly.
“Well, it was the same for me, but let’s not make it a habit, because it might end up not so good for us.”
Why? Was Jamie thinking the same thing he was? Was he worried that they might fall so hard for feeling good together that it would mess up his long-term plans? Or even short-term ones?
“We might pull a muscle. You might end up with a broken ass,” Jamie joked.
“Ha-ha. Very funny. I don’t think so. You’re really sexing me up with a lot of consideration.”
“You have a weird way with words.”
“I’ve been told that a lot.”
“What else have you been told?”
“Are you fishing for information, Jamie? I thought you weren’t that interested in other people.”
“Have you been watching those shitty shorts posted by LiveFeed about me too much?”
“Why do you say that? I’ve only watched them for your sake.”
“It sounds to me like you’re starting to believe their content.” Jamie moved his hand slowly, tracing circles on Hearst’s back.
“I know you better than that. But tell me, how did you feel doing me like this?”
“You have a self-esteem problem, don’t you? Fine, I felt amazing. Your ass is solid gold. A ten out of ten, I’d ram again. Satisfied?”
“Barely.”
“Ugh, so you’re a sucker for compliments, and you never seem to get enough. Am I right or am I right?”
“Totally right. But I’m happy when my experiences match my expectations. Because tonight, Jamie, I felt like I couldn’t get enough.”
“Well, then it’s good that our bodies have their limits, or else we might have ended up kicking the bucket while having sex, which I don’t think can possibly happen to people in their twenties, as we are.”
“Not that bad a way to go,” Hearst joked. “We did it for as long as we could. That says something about both of us, Jamie.”
“You seem to enjoy saying my name a lot.”
“I do. I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of saying it. I like it. It suits you.”
“Too bad I don’t know your name,” Jamie said back. “Maybe I’ll enjoy saying it just as much as you seem to enjoy saying mine.”
Hearst pulled away. He really needed that shower and to hit the road. If he stayed like this in Jamie’s arms for too long, he would be risking everything.
“I doubt it.”
“Why? Doesn’t it suit you?”
The ridiculous question made him snicker. “Not at all. It’s the sort of name that not many people would be suitable for.”
“Way to make me curious. Is it like a president’s name? Are you called Washington or something like that?”
This playful banter made him happy, but he wasn’t willing to let go of his secrets yet. Jamie would be disappointed to learn the truth, for sure. “Something like that.”
“Eww,” Jamie made a sour face, “I don’t want to know your real name then. I don’t want to imagine I’m fucking some dude wearing a powdered wig.”
“Actually, Washington didn’t wear wigs. That hair you see in pictures, it was his own hair. But he did powder it, because that was how they rolled during those times.”
“Oh, wow, I had no idea. Still, I don’t find the dude sexy.”
“Good. Because I’m not called that. Just something equally silly.”
“If you say so. I still want to know what you are called, though.”
“One day, maybe.”
“You and your maybes are driving me nuts.”
Hearst laughed to hide his desire to cuddle with Jamie some more. “I have to go. But you hold that thought, Jamie. I do love driving you nuts.”
TBC
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@Derek - very good points, but I must add that bunny boy uses the mystery as a shield for his feelings... (doing a poor job, of course)
