He wanted more. He wanted something much bigger and warmer in him. The thought of having to wait for Steve to get an erection was torture. He found his penis with his hand and caressed it. He was pleased to find that it hardens quickly.
"Are you in such a hurry?"
What could he say? To deny? Admit? He couldn't get a word out so he let his body speak for itself. Though he only had a finger in him, his hips moved invitingly.
"Damn you, you're too sexy."
Steve set him down on the cool, hard ground and quickly pulled off his pants, underpants and boots. He spread his legs apart. It was in that exact position that he first took it that night, but then it was a soft, comfortable bed. It didn't matter. The most important thing was that even now tough manhood was making its way inside him - brazenly and aggressively.
"Ah! It hurts…" he complained.
"You wanted it yourself."
Yes, he did. Martin pursed his lips as he tried to bear the pain of Paxton's huge penis pushing through him.
