The Troll Whisperer by Sera Trevor Page B

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few more minutes. Oscar put his hand between Noah’s legs, rubbing
his fingers in the crack of Noah’s ass. “You ever had anything in
your ass before?”
     
    Noah’s skin got a little pinker. “Yes,
actually. I’ve been… practicing.”
     
    “Oh yeah?” He really liked the mental image
that created. So much so, that he wouldn’t mind seeing it in
action. “Why don’t you show me?”
     
    “What do you mean?”
     
    “Do whatever it is you did to ‘practice.’ I
want to see it.”
     
    Noah let out a nervous laugh. “Okay,” he
said. Oscar sat up and moved back a little. Noah reached over to
the nightstand and pulled open the drawer. He removed a thin, white
dildo.
     
    “You’ve been fucking yourself with that?”
     
    Noah made another giddy, nervous noise. He
nodded.
     
    “Do it for me now,” Oscar said. “I want to
see how you like to be fucked.”
     
    Noah squeezed some lube into his hand and
began stroking his dick. After a few minutes, he stopped to put
some lube on the fingers of his other hand. He went back to work on
his dick with his right hand while his left drifted downward. His
fingers moved in a slow circle around his asshole, very gradually
pressing inside. It was a mesmerizing sight.
     
    “Fuck, that’s hot,” Oscar said.
     
    Noah grinned. “Yeah?” he said. “Then you’re
going to love this.” He removed his fingers and reached for the
dildo. He got up on his knees, holding onto the headboard with one
hand as he positioned the dildo with the other. He took a deep
breath, and then pushed it inside him. As soon as it breached him,
he let out the most erotic sound Oscar had ever heard; it was not a
gasp, not a moan, and not a keen, but somehow a mix of all of
those. Oscar was pretty sure he was going to masturbate to the
memory of that sound for a long time.
     
    Noah held the dildo in for a moment, and then
pulled it back out. He began to push it forward again, making that
same unbearable sexy sound as he plunged it back in. He did it
again, and again, and again, thrusting his hips in time with the
dildo’s movement.
     
    Oscar’s cock was so hard by now that it was
painful. He grabbed the condom and rolled it on himself, then put
his hand over the hand that held the dildo. “Okay, practice over,”
he growled. He removed the dildo and tossed it on the bed. “I can’t
believe you’ve been doing this without telling me.”
     
    Noah laughed, deep and throaty. “A gentleman
is entitled to his secrets.”
     
    Oscar grabbed Noah’s hip with one hand; he
lined his cock up with Noah’s still wet hole with the other.
Slowly, he pushed inside. Noah let out a wail, grabbing the
headboard with both hands.
     
    Oscar stopped. “You okay?”
     
    In response, Noah thrust his ass backward,
taking in more of Oscar’s length. Seemed like Oscar was clear to
go. He thrust in deep; pleasure ripped through him. He wanted to
keep his thrusts slow to make this last, but he couldn’t control
himself— not with the way Noah was moaning, and the way he kept
moving his hips. He gave into the rhythm Noah set and fucked him
fast and hard. The pleasure built to an undeniable crescendo until
Oscar came with a great, heaving groan.
     
    Noah was still rocking back on him
desperately, fucking himself on Oscar’s cock after Oscar had
stilled. Oscar’s cock was way too sensitive to keep fucking, so he
reluctantly pulled out.
     
    Noah wailed with frustration. “Don’t stop… so
close.”
     
    “Don’t worry,” Oscar managed to pant. “I’m
not done with you.” He put his hand on Noah’s hip. “Turn over and
lie down on your back.”
     
    Noah did as he was told.
     
    Oscar grabbed the dildo. When Noah saw what
he was doing, he moaned.
     
    “Pull your legs up,” Oscar commanded. “Yeah,
like that. And get your hand off your cock,” he said, slapping it
away as Noah began to stroke himself again.
     
    Noah groaned in frustration, but didn’t move
to disobey him.