WFY 8

Xu Ran had paid the price for his annoying personality more than once, sometimes small, sometimes heavy. But never like this. Never to the point of paying for it with his body.

Pan Hao was the kind of man who did what he said. He said he’d fuck him. So he did.

The moment he entered, Xu Ran held his breath. The heat and girth of that cock was nothing like those three fingers. The thick head only pushed halfway in before Xu Ran’s face twisted in pain.

“Fuck fuck fuck! Shit it hurts. Pan Hao—ah—”

Pan Hao held his hips firmly, not stopping for a second. That cock pushed deeper into the soft, wet hole bit by bit, swallowed entirely by Xu Ran’s walls. The stretch was intense. That thick, purplish cock disappeared slowly between his pale cheeks until only the base was left.

“All in now?” Xu Ran exhaled.. He could feel that massive thing lodged inside him, pulsing. The worst pain had passed after the head broke through. The rest followed more easily.

“Still saying you’re not a little slut? Fuck, you’re tight as hell.” Pan Hao shoved in all the way. His heavy balls slapped against Xu Ran’s skin. His pubes rubbed at the rim, itchy and intimate.

Xu Ran instinctively snapped back. “I’m not— fuck—ah…”

That thick cock had been holding back for a long time. Now it pounded into his guts fiercely. Pan Hao lifted his hips and adjusted their angle to get deeper. He pulled back slightly, then started moving, hips snapping forward hard.

The first few thrusts caught Xu Ran off guard. One hand grabbed the bed rail, the other flailed helplessly until it landed on the sheets. Pan Hao grabbed that hand and shoved it down, pressing it against where he was being fucked.

The moment Xu Ran touched himself, his eyes snapped down.

The moment Xu Ran touched it, his eyes, which had been drifting toward the ceiling, dropped. What he saw shattered more than a decade of worldview. Even gay porn hadn’t shocked him this much. Pan Hao’s cock was massive, thick, and vicious, driving in and out of his ass without pause. Watching himself get fucked in real-time hit on a whole different level compared to watching others.

His passage were slowly adjusting to the sensation. Like a hotdog stuffed inside a tight bun. The screams gave way to soft moans. Unconscious noises, pulled straight from his body’s reactions.

“Fuck… fuck, why the hell are you—ah, ah, fuck—you’re huge…” Xu Ran whimpered. He had no idea that for Pan Hao, hearing this kind of talk was pure fucking praise. That tight, needy hole gripped him perfectly. The deeper he went, the wetter it felt. After a few hundred strokes, Xu Ran’s ass had turned into a mess.

Earlier, Xu Ran had already been stroked and sucked to orgasm. Getting hard again wasn’t happening so fast. Truth be told, he hadn’t felt any real pleasure from being fucked yet. In other words, Pan Hao hadn’t found his sweet spot. His soft cock just dangled over his belly, twitching slightly with every hard thrust behind him.

“You call that fucking? You useless piece of—”

Xu Ran groaned in frustration. Pan Hao slapped his ass with a loud smack. Xu Ran scowled, just about to curse, when Pan Hao suddenly pulled out.

The emptiness was jarring. One moment his insides were full, the next it was gone. Xu Ran had seen enough porn to know exactly what this looked like. If there were a camera, it’d zoom in on that stretched-open hole, gaping, twitching, leaking. Viewers would go wild over it.

Of course, Pan Hao knew the drill. He grabbed Xu Ran’s ass, spread those cheeks wide and mashed them together again. The hole kept opening and closing, red and slick, the shape still raw from the pounding.

“If you start crying later, don’t beg me to stop,” Pan Hao muttered, lowering his legs.

His arms moved, flipping Xu Ran’s entire body around until he was on his hands and knees.

Xu Ran muttered in his head. I get it. Doggy style.

Xu Ran even adjusted his position himself. Hands braced against the bed, knees on the mattress, back arched, ass pushed high in the air. His hole was spread wide open and shamelessly exposed, perfectly aligned with Pan Hao’s throbbing cock. Pan Hao gritted his teeth, cursed under his breath, and slammed forward, ramming his dick right back in.

The slap of his balls against Xu Ran’s ass echoed loud in the room. In this position, the sounds were amplified. Every thrust made those swollen balls smack directly against Xu Ran’s perineum. The heavy pa pa pa was obscene and soaked in filth.

“Ah ah… fuck… slow down… Pan Hao, you—ugh… not so fast…”

Pan Hao gripped his waist tight, cock sliding in and out of that filthy little hole at full speed. “Slow down? Didn’t your slutty hole just tighten up from how good it felt?” His dick buried inside Xu Ran sent waves of pleasure crawling up his spine to his neck. Xu Ran shivered. The friction sparked like electricity. A different position, but the way he was getting fucked felt completely new.

“Ugh… feels so good…” Xu Ran whimpered. Every time the thick head pushed in or pulled out, it hit a certain spot that made his whole body melt. He couldn’t help but raise his ass even higher, desperate for Pan Hao to keep hitting that place.

The single bed creaked beneath them, but the sound was drowned out by skin slapping against skin and Xu Ran’s shameless moans.

His T-shirt was useless now. Arms shaking, he collapsed forward, face buried in the sheets. The shirt rode up to his shoulders, exposing his slender waist. Pan Hao stared, aroused by the sight, and ran his fingers along the curve of Xu Ran’s back, making the man beneath him tremble.

“Fuck… this little hole… tight as hell…”

“Don’t stop… Pan Hao… right there… faster… fuck… I’m gonna lose it…”

The erotic scene played out for what felt like forever on that single bed. Xu Ran was so deep in the pleasure he forgot where he was. Never in his life had he felt this good. Every so-called porn “classic” he’d ever jerked off to was trash compared to the monster cock inside his ass right now.

It wasn’t just ruining his hole in the best possible way. Even his dick, which had been limp and useless earlier, was starting to rise again. Xu Ran reached down to stroke himself, and the double sensation nearly drowned him. His whore of a body began moving on its own, bouncing and grinding against Pan Hao’s thick shaft like a greedy little beast.

Pan Hao’s hands slid from his waist to his chest, fingers exploring, until they found his nipples. Xu Ran thought, what’s the point, male chests weren’t soft like a girl’s. But then a fingernail scraped across the center of one nipple, and a sharp, unfamiliar sensation shot through his whole body. He moaned, and his hole tightened around Pan Hao’s cock.

“So sensitive, huh? You really are a little slut.”

The moment Xu Ran clamped down, Pan Hao felt it straight through to his brain. His dick throbbed hard. The sensation at the tip was overwhelming, like there was a tiny mouth inside that desperate hole sucking him in, begging for his cum.

His pace slowed, but the desire to come inside only burned hotter. He still wanted more. He wasn’t done tasting everything this body could give.

Xu Ran’s hand moved in rhythm with the thrusts. But now Pan Hao’s strokes were slower, deeper, more teasing. The pressure in his cock built up without release. It wasn’t as satisfying as the pleasure surging through his ass.

“Ugh… move… like before… please…” Xu Ran turned his head to look at Pan Hao. The man was covered in sweat. He met Xu Ran’s eyes and smirked.

“Don’t rush. I’ll make sure you fucking lose your mind.”