Cory had said the cowboy position would be the most comfortable for me, at least initially, as I could control his entry. He was right of course. Using the dildo had certainly helped, although there was no substitute for the real thing. And Cory’s real thing still presented something of a challenge.
“You’re so tight,” Cory moaned when I had about half of him in.
“That’s because you’re so big.” Then remembering his earlier unease at his size, I quickly added, “But I’m loving every single fat inch of you.”
Back came the smirk.
I could tell it took a supreme act of will on Cory’s part not to drive up into me or pull my hips down onto him. But he was sticking to his promise of going slow.
After one last effort at relaxing my arse muscles, I sank the rest of the way down. God, he was big.
