STIDM 4

Yan Lu’s hands gripped Zhong Zong’s shoulders tightly. The wet, lewd sounds of sucking echoed against his chest.

It actually felt… fucking amazing.

His body, which had been tense just moments ago, gave in shamelessly to the lust flooding through him.

They were both barely eighteen, their bodies brimming with unchecked desire. One taste of pleasure was all it took to make them crave more.

Eyes half-lidded, Yan Lu pressed down on Zhong Zong’s hair. “Quit fucking licking there. Touch my dick.”

Zhong Zong was stunned by how quickly Yan Lu had accepted all of this, but he wasn’t complaining. He was more than happy that things had shifted between them.

Still, some part of him felt oddly bitter. Why did it feel like he was the one getting used?

Pushing the thought aside, he unzipped Yan Lu’s pants and wrapped his hand around the burning-hot shaft.

His fingertip brushed the wet tip, and Yan Lu trembled under the touch.

Because of his biology, his cock wasn’t thick or large, but its flushed pink color made it strangely irresistible in Zhong Zong’s eyes.

The air was thick with perfume and the scent of heat, but it helped him stay just clear-headed enough not to lose control and fuck him senseless on the spot.

Without a mark, the reproductive cavity was hard to open. If he lost it and forced his way in or worse, if he accidentally marked Yan Lu, the latter would probably kill him.

Zhong Zong narrowed his eyes, thinking it through. His hand massaged slowly between Yan Lu’s legs, fingers moving with rhythm and intent.

But Yan Lu’s body was burning, and the teasing just wasn’t doing it. Annoyed, he batted Zhong Zong’s hand away and took control himself. One hand gripped his leaking cock, the other reached behind.

His pants were in the way, so he kicked them off completely. Legs spread wide, eyes slightly red, he shoved his own fingers into his slick, twitching hole and began fucking himself.

Zhong Zong was stunned by the filthy sight, frozen for a moment before grabbing Yan Lu’s hand. “You’re just gonna start without me?”

Yan Lu shot him a lazy glance.

“Isn’t this what you wanted? Just a good hard fuck? With your shitty technique, when the hell am I supposed to cum? I actually thought you were some experienced bastard. Guess not.”

Zhong Zong’s technique got criticized, but instead of getting offended, he burst out laughing and couldn’t stop. Ignoring Yan Lu’s scowl, he kissed his face several times anyway. After watching him jerk off for a while, he finally leaned down, gently pushed his hand away, and took that stiff, twitching cock into his mouth, cheeks tightening around the shaft.

His tongue and mouth worked together to squeeze and suck. Yan Lu lifted both legs and rocked his hips into it. Zhong Zong fondled his balls with one hand while guiding Yan Lu’s still-moving hand to shove his fingers deeper into that wet, needy hole.

There wasn’t much foreplay needed. That body was already open and begging for more, warm and slick, greedily sucking him in.

Zhong Zong pulled out the hand that had been clumsily thrusting inside, then deliberately searched for the sensitive spot and pressed against it.

In no time, Yan Lu’s ass was twitching like crazy, his cock throbbing hard and jerking twice inside Zhong Zong’s mouth.

Zhong Zong immediately let go and said with a warning tone, “Don’t you fucking cum.”

“Fuck you!”

The sound of a zipper rang clear and sharp. Yan Lu, legs spread wide, struggled to hold himself back through the heat, only to see Zhong Zong lining up that thick cock right against his hole.

He sucked in a sharp breath, placing his bare foot on Zhong Zong’s chest.

“Who said you could stick it in.”

Zhong Zong grabbed his ankle, clearly losing patience. “How are we supposed to fuck if I don’t go in.”

“Your hand’s enough.”

Zhong Zong gave a slow, teasing smile as he pressed his fingers to the rim of his hole. The soft, needy ring of muscle clung around him, sucking greedily.

“You’re still in heat. You think you can handle it without being fucked?”

“I just need to get off. I don’t need the real thing.”

“You’re going to love it.”

Zhong Zong lifted his leg onto his shoulder and adjusted the angle of his cock. Yan Lu saw that the bastard wasn’t going to stop. His body was burning with need anyway, so he gave in with a shaky breath.

“You’re not wearing a condom. Don’t fucking cum inside me.”

“What, afraid you’ll get pregnant?”

“Pregnant my ass… mmph!”

Before he could finish, that thick glans pushed open his tight hole, slick sounds echoing as fluids were squeezed out with every inch.

The ring of muscle practically welcomed the cock inside, taking it bit by bit until it was buried to the hilt, stretching him deep.

Zhong Zong intentionally dragged his huge glans across the reproductive cavity while pushing through, making Yan Lu choke out a moan. His legs trembled from the sour pressure. Just as he caught his breath, he reached up in frustration and grabbed Zhong Zong’s flushed cheek.

“Who said you could.. ugh!”

Before he could finish, Zhong Zong drove in deep, hard. The wet slap echoed sharply in the room.

Zhong Zong tilted his head back in pleasure, gripping Yan Lu’s slim waist and narrow hips, kneading that soft flesh as he thrust deep, hips snapping hard and fast.

Yan Lu’s legs shook over his shoulders. His voice spilled out in breathy, helpless moans as he spread wide, letting the other man go wild between his thighs. His ass bounced from every thrust, and his leaking cock slapped against his own stomach, leaving sticky marks.

As he stared up at Zhong Zong’s sweaty, handsome face, Yan Lu thought to himself.

Fighting him, resisting him, none of it ever worked. Might as well let him fuck the heat out of me. Getting off for free on a guy with a big cock, solid technique, and a hot face wasn’t such a bad deal.

He accepted it all without shame.

Zhing Zong’s cock was buried so deep it nearly reached the point of pain. Yan Lu pointed his toes and arched his back, his hips trembling as he tried to retreat, but Zhong Zong just pulled him in harder, pounding until he was soaked and messy all the way to his balls.

Getting fucked for free felt great. But when it got too good, all he wanted was for it to stop.

He couldn’t bring himself to say it, though. Face flushed, all he could do was let himself be flipped and tossed around.

Zhong Zong’s stamina was freakish. Yan Lu’s hole were already loose from how deep and long he’d been thrust into, gripping and swallowing down that thick cock over and over.

Zhong Zong wrapped his arms around Yan Lu’s waist and lifted him up, holding him off the bed. Yan Lu’s legs folded in, hips spread open in the cradle of Zhong Zong’s grip, forced to take every inch down into his hole.

The face-to-chest position was brutal. Yan Lu’s eyes were half-shut, tears stinging in the corners as he stared at Zhong Zong’s sweat-slick forehead and the soft flush blooming along his ears.

A wicked thought popped up.

He leaned in and bit hard on the lobe of that ear.

Blood welled up instantly. Zhong Zong’s brows twitched, his core tensed, and he thrust up with brutal force.

“Ugh… fuck, stop… stop going so deep.”

Zhong Zong ignored him, pounding away with loud, wet slaps. His glans pushed past the inner ring, hovering right over the reproductive cavity, grinding there like it was trying to break through.

Each pulse throbbed with threat, daring to push in further. Yan Lu bit down harder on the wound, licking and sucking the soft flesh. His voice slurred around the edge of pain and frustration.

“Fuck you, stop pushing. It won’t open. Damn, you just got that spot”

Zhong Zong pressed his lips together, flipped Yan Lu over again, grabbed him by the hips, and fucked him from behind.

The sensation was intense and deliberate. After nearly half an hour of hard fucking, the hole was slick, hot, and smooth for his cock to slide back in.

Yan Lu lay flat on the floor, his head buried between his arms.

His nipples, nearly twice the size of most men’s, were pinched tight by Zhong Zong’s fingers. Waves of heat surged from behind, drawing out ragged moans with every thrust.

Zhong Zong squeezed and twisted those big, sensitive nipples. They were soft and full in his palms, tempting him to suck on and tease until they were red and raw.

Zhong Zong’s skin was pale, while Yan Lu’s was a deeper bronze. The contrast where their bodies connected was obscene, their skin clashing and sliding in rhythmic motion.

Zhong Zong gripped those tight, round ass and slammed his hips forward with relentless force.

Soon, Yan Lu’s waist gave out, completely fucked limp, though his greedy little hole showed no sign of quitting. It clung tightly to that thick cock, opening and closing with every deep stroke.

The violent slapping sounds never stopped. Zhong Zong braced himself above Yan Lu’s body, grinding in with fast, hard thrusts, hitting the sweet spot deep inside over and over again.

Yan Lu couldn’t hold back anymore. Moans spilled from his mouth, loud and slutty, with drool dripping down his chin.

Completely consumed by lust, his hips kept moving, but every time he tried to buck away, Zhong Zong slammed him right back into place.

Zhong Zong pushed his knees between Yan Lu’s legs, forcing them wide open, fucking into him so hard the hole couldn’t even close properly.

Wet, filthy sounds echoed nonstop. Their heavy breathing tangled together in the heat of it all.

Suddenly, Yan Lu felt something. His body tensed. He started struggling wildly, but Zhong Zong pinned him down tight.

“Get the fuck out! Pull out. The knot’s coming!”

“Yan Yan, be good… almost there.”

“No… don’t…”

The thick cock buried inside him suddenly slammed deep. Zhong Zong’s balls pressed hard against his hole, tight and unmoving.

The base of his shaft swelled sharply.

Yan Lu’s fists clenched as he felt it.

Unfortunately, in heat, his hole was soft and yielding. It wrapped around the swelling knot, sucking it in and locking it down. A rush of cum shot deep into him, thick spurts pouring straight into his cavity.

His face flushed deep red. He trembled nonstop, helpless against the relentless stream of semen filling him up.

His cock twitched and came without being touched, spraying sticky cum all over his stomach.

His eyes were hazy, his body weak, and all he could do was lie there and endure the long, overwhelming orgasm.

Without a mark, the load wouldn’t take. By the time the knot slowly went down, the pressure eased.

Zhong Zong finally let out a long breath and pulled out his half-hard cock.

Thick semen oozed from the reddened hole in slow pulses. Zhong Zong chuckled softly and reached down to press and rub it gently.

“All of it came out. What a waste.”

“Fuck you… Zhong Zong, you should rename yourself to Giant Dick.”

Yan Lu lay on the floor, panting like he’d just been drowned.

Zhong Zong grinned, shoved his hardening cock right back in, and grabbed that slick ass again.

“Thanks for the compliment, Yan Yan.”