Forbidden in Uniform Box Set

Chapter 5-4

Pad beelined to the refrigerator, thirsting for wine after the long dinner cruise. RJ locked the door behind them and approached Pad. Pad fiddled with the wine bottle, cursing that he couldn’t break the seal. “s**t! What’s the deal with this wine bottle?”

“Forget about the wine bottle.” RJ unbuttoned Pad’s shirt.

“I want to take a shower, RJ.”

“Later.”

“No, I’m all sweaty.”

“Shut up,” RJ whispered. RJ unbuttoned the top button of Pad’s short pants and let them drop. He got on his knees and pushed Pad’s boxers down. “I love your smell.” RJ licked the tip of Pad’s d**k. “Tastes salty and sweaty good.”

RJ then put Pad’s c**k, six inches as it was, in his mouth, stirred it to life by engulfing it whole. Pad helped RJ by slowly f*****g his mouth, watching RJ take his c**k easily. Pad’s breathing became shorter when RJ suddenly stopped and stood up. RJ took off his own shirt, dropped his shorts and briefs. RJ kissed Pad. The scruff rougher now but the lips still soft as Pad opened his mouth to feel RJ’s tongue explore his mouth.

“You are so hot.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, RJ.”

“Let’s go somewhere more comfortable.” RJ took Pad’s hand and walked him back to RJ’s bedroom. Pad kissed him as they stood at the side of the bed, then RJ turned him so that Pad faced the bed.

“Lie down on your stomach.”

Pad did as he was told. He felt RJ’s large hands on his ass, pulling his cheeks apart. He almost hit the roof when he felt RJ’s tongue on his pucker.

“Man, you taste good.” His enthusiasm capped with large, hard swats on his ass. RJ repeated the stinging slaps. “Arch your back a little so I can get in more.”

Pad raised his butt, and, using his own hands, spread his buttocks apart.

“Oh yeah, you like this, don’t you?”

God. Yes, your tongue feels so good.

“Uh-huh.”

RJ’s voice took on a stern tone. “I didn’t hear you.”

“Yessir. Please.”

“s**t, you are turning me on big time, Pad. You’ve got the perfect ass. Round, full, like melons.”

RJ flicked the rosebud again, circled around the fold, then opened up the pink to dart his tongue in and out.

This feels good. Real good.

As Pad’s rectum opened with the attention, he felt RJ’s fingers probing. RJ grabbed lube and a condom from his bag, then he inserted one finger. He slid the one finger in and out for several minutes, watching Pad’s f**k hole open up, begging. RJ repeated the process when he inserted the second finger. Pad continued to moan. When RJ finally put three fingers in, he saw Pad biting a pillow to keep his moaning down.

Pad squirmed.

Can’t believe I’ve got three of his fingers in me.

RJ insisted. “You’re ready. You want it, don’t you?”

Pad squirmed. He wanted RJ. He never had feelings this strong for anyone before.

He’s the one. It’ll mean something.

“Yes. Please f**k me, sir.”

Pad felt RJ’s c**k head pressed on his back door, then RJ grabbed Pad’s hips to raise them so he could get a better angle. Pad felt RJ push the mushroom head of RJ’s d**k to open him up.

It burns. f**k, it’s big.

“Ugh,” he grunted, partly in fear. Once the right position satisfied RJ, he pushed the head of his d**k through Pad’s muscle.

“Man, you are f*****g tight! Breathe, Pad. It’ll be easier if you take long breaths in the beginning.” RJ grabbed Pad’s p***s and started jerking him off, as he slid his c**k in further. Pad’s d**k had softened during the initial push. As RJ’s monster continued to breach his virgin hole, Pad scooted forward. RJ’s d**k pushed slower in and Pad grunted.

“Breathe, Pad.” RJ looked at Pad, his face contorted with pain. “Relax, don’t fight me.” RJ pulled Pad closer to him as Pad had moved forward a few inches away.

Pad closed his eyes, curious as to how much he had to endure, so he reached around to feel RJ’s d**k. Grabbing his lover’s c**k, he realized he probably only had half way in.

Holy s**t!

He focused on RJ’s instructions and he breathed to relax. He stopped fighting RJ, and tried to relax his anal muscle.

RJ pushed in with the exhaled breaths. Finally, Pad knew he had all of RJ inside him. The fullness pressed against his prostate, and RJ’s large balls rested on his butt. His ring tingled, a mixture of heat and tiny electrical shocks from the nerves.

Pad couldn’t believe he accommodated RJ with his ass, and now, as RJ took slow, long strokes, he realized that his hole responded. It wanted it.

God that feels good. Is that my f*****g prostate he’s hitting?

His d**k had softened during entry, despite RJ jerking him off, but now it dripped precum like a sieve.

The long strokes drove him crazy. RJ kept this slow, tantalizing pace for a few moments until Pad couldn’t take it anymore.

“Faster RJ! f**k me!”

RJ’s d**k hit his prostate each time.

RJ, using both hands to hold Pad’s hips, took control. “You like my big sausage in your ass?

“Yes,” Pad hissed.

“You want me to f**k you harder, don’t you?”

“Oh, God. Please.” He could barely get the words out. “f**k me. Harder.”

The man he crushed on for months, the man he worshipped for so long, filled him up. He never imagined that anal s*x would be so pleasurable.

RJ alternated with long deep strokes, then quick fast strokes that only went halfway. Pad’s sweet spot couldn’t take it anymore.

“RJ. I can’t hold it anymore.”

“What?”

“I’m going to c*m,” he screamed. “I can’t wait.”

RJ moved one hand off Pad’s hip to grab Pad’s d**k. Too late. Pad’s c**k spewed.

“Holy s**t, Pad.”

Pad fell forward, his breathing fast. His c*m splattered the bedspread, and he felt the wetness of his chest and crotch. But he didn’t want it to stop. With RJ’s c**k still inside him, he knew what he had to do. He pushed against RJ, felt his ass bump against RJ’s stomach. Pad did this several more times, each time he squeezed his crimper around RJ’s d**k.

RJ stopped pumping and let Pad take control, moving his hips back on his f**k stick, backing up, then moving forward using his lower legs, ass, and thighs. RJ moaned as Pad clamped on his c**k with his man p***y, and begged. “Stop. Stop.” RJ withdrew his pole.

RJ’s breathing came in short spurts.

“You should see your pretty hole. It’s a beautiful gape now open for my big-assed d**k. I want to see how hard I can f**k you so lie on your back.”

Pad turned, then RJ grabbed Pad’s ankles and aimed his rod for the opening that beckoned him. RJ watched Pad’s face as he jammed his c**k in the hole. No resistance this time. Pad bore RJ’s weight as he f****d fast and hard. Pad’s own d**k, which was semierect, after he came, went back to full-mast. As RJ f****d him harder and faster, Pad groaned. He couldn’t believe how good it felt when RJ’s d**k pushed in.

Pad’s breathing became shallow again as he tried to breathe between RJ’s quick, violent thrusts. Pad’s d**k got hard, flushed with blood, as the pounding continued to hit his prostate.

RJ’s face scrunched. “Oh, God. Oh, s**t Pad. I’m going to blow my wad.”

RJ plunged his d**k deeper, and his strokes caused Pad to scream. “Holy s**t, I’m coming again. f**k me, RJ!”

For the second time, Pad shot his load, this time on his stomach and his face. RJ fell on top of Pad, breathing hard. Slowly, RJ licked the sperm that landed on Pad’s chin, then kissed Pad, as he pushed his d**k in and out of Pad, to milk any sperm out of it.

Pad could taste his own musk from when RJ ate his ass out, and the salt from his own c*m. RJ snapped the rubber off his d**k and poured his jizz on Pad’s belly button. RJ bent over licked his own c*m and then kissed Pad again.

“Pad, that was incredible. Incredible.” RJ’s voice weak, tired, as he kissed him more.

Pad opened his mouth, accepting RJ’s tongue, tasting the smell of s*x, their fluids. Pad sighed as RJ rolled over and headed to the shower.

My stomach feels all knotted when he kisses me like that.