Cam let go of Evan’s hair and shoved him back into
the living room, peeling off the leather jacket as he went.
The white t-shirt followed, and like a bear about to eat
Goldilocks, Cam saw everything was just right about Evan’s
thin torso.
Cam pushed him into a chair and then dragged his new
boy toy to the floor by his thighs. He removed Evan’s
black belt and used it to tie his hands behind him then
shoved him onto his back. The position couldn’t have
been comfortable, Evan’s arms trapped between his body
and the hard wood floor, but Cam loved the way the
bondage made Evan’s pecs stretch and curve backwards
and his hips tilt up, too. He went to work on Evan’s boots
and socks. He had some trouble with the tight, black jeans.
“Fucking skinny jeans,” Cam muttered, but soon, he
had Evan spread out, naked and panting before him.
“Goddamn gorgeous,” he said. “Don’t move.”
Cam returned from his bedroom with a condom and
lube. He put his own knees on Evan’s upper thighs,
spreading him to the extreme.
“Look how hard you are for me.”
“Please,” Evan begged.
Quickly, Cam lodged a pillow beneath Evan’s lower
back. He gave him no warning before sticking one slick
finger in his ass. Evan moaned, so low and deep Cam felt
the sound in his chest.
“Please, yes,” he panted.
Wasn’t long before Evan was ready and writhing. The
muscles in his upper chest clenched as he fought
halfheartedly at his binding. As for Cam, he’d never been
more ready to wreck someone. He thought he might die if
he didn’t fuck the miracle before him: this virgin who
wanted nothing sweet, nothing sentimental, but to be tied
up and fucked.
Cam, true to form, didn’t go slow. He took Evan’s
virginity with vigor. The younger man shouted at first.
Then, he wrapped his legs around Cam. He begged,