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For the next few weeks, Edward and I had fun exploring my bottom side. We would usually start it off with me fucking him for a little bit. When I got close to the edge, I would pull out and let him rim my ass, just totally go to town on it. It cooled us down a little bit, letting us build up the stamina for the fuck to come. Then he would push in, letting his saliva and a copious amount of lube ease the passage into my hole.
Sometimes he would fuck me first, then I would pull off him and plunge it into his tight ass. He could always take it, and we'd both cum within a matter of minutes. The only issue now was how much prep my ass needed. My hole stayed resolutely tight until it was teased by Edward's tongue for a good ten minutes, minimum. Once he got me all prepared though, I was good to go.
I checked in with Pierce again after a month, to show him that the tattoo had healed fine. He greeted me with a hug, and confirmed that the bull ink had healed perfectly.
"So how're you and Edward doing?" he asked. I told him we were doing fine, that I had been able to bottom comfortably. Normally I would be embarrassed talking about my sex life with a stranger, but Pierce just had a way of feeling very bro-like.
"Excellent! What did I tell you about the pressure points?" I admitted his weird acupuncture had kinda worked.
"But it's too bad there's no pressure point for loosening me up quicker," I bemoaned, half hoping he would say that there was.
"Well, actually..." he began, and my heart leapt.
"Where is it?" I asked. He gently lifted up my shirt an inch, placing a finger right above my pelvis, where my Adonis V had once been when I had been working out every day.
"Right here." He poked me gently and I felt a fluttering in my anus. "If I gave you something small right there, that should help you loosen up fast." "That would be amazing man... but I don't really have the money for it right now."
"Tell you what, Dale. It'll be such a small piece, I'll call it on the house for now, and we can figure out how you'll pay me back later." I hurriedly agreed, stripping off my shirt as I returned to the same chair as before. "What do you want?" Pierce enquired.
"Whatever you think will look good on me," I said, still overjoyed that he was doing this pro bono. About half an hour of buzzing later, and there was a small butterfly tattooed above my hip. I thanked him again before heading home to show Edward. He smiled when he saw it.
"I like how your skin looks with these tattoos," he said. "It really works for you."
This tattoo only took a few days to fully heal, since it was so small. In small increments, I started playing with the area, gently poking it and prodding it, and noticing the effects it had on my body. At work, I was gently touching the area, and my asshole quivered in anticipation, like an electric current had just run through it. I withdrew my finger from the area, afraid of getting too horny at work.
But once I got home, I started exploring my body. I stripped down nude, rubbing my left index finger around my hole. It seemed tight at first, but as soon as I pressed my new tattoo it was like a switch had been flipped and I sunk in to the first joint. I started poking and prodding my hole, using some lube to deftly maneuver the rest of my finger in. It didn't feel quite as good as Edward's cock, but I was starting to enjoy myself by the second finger. I was using the third to massage the rim of my hole as I pumped the first two in and out when I heard a loud knocking at the door. Startled, I threw on a pair of boxers, barely hiding my hardon, and opened the door a crack.
There stood Edward, looking more than a bit annoyed. "There you are! I was waiting outside Hard Rock Cafe for twenty minutes! Did you forget our date night?" He pushed past me into my apartment, still peeved.
"There's no way it's already 5, I got back from work at 3..." I trailed off, checking my phone. It was 5:30. I started rubbing his shoulder. "I'm sorry babe. I got home from work and started playing with myself. I must've lost track of time."
"Being late cuz you were jerking off doesn't make me feel any better," he snapped.
"Oh, babe, I didn't even touch my cock." Thinking back, I really hadn't. "I was focused on seeing if that tattoo pressure point voodoo ended up working on loosening me up." Edward softened, then a sly grin crept on his face. "And does it?" he asked, pushing me down onto the couch.
"Well, there's no way to tell now, since apparently I've been fingering myself for over two hours," Edward raised an eyebrow, "but when I started I slipped in fine."
"We'll have to give it a try in the future then," Edward said, "but for now, let's put that hole to good use." He shucked his pants, revealing a jockstrap, its pouch stuffed to the brim with his straining cock. "I thought I'd be the one bottoming tonight, but it's hard to say no to such a pretty hole." He lowered the strap to his ankles, grabbed my ankles, pulled me down onto my back, and balanced the tip of his cock against my hole.
I think Edward was planning on taking his time, teasing me, but his head popped inside with barely any resistance. He gasped in pleasure before sinking in, all the way to the base. I grabbed my legs to hold for him as he shifted his posture: one hand on my hip, one hand squeezing my pecs, his body at a 45 º angle to the ground. My hole was facing skyward, my cock dripping precum onto my neck and lips.
Edward was doing slamming his pelvis into mine, teaming up with gravity to put the most amount of force into these thrusts. I could tell he was still a little bit peeved I had flaked on him, though he was making the most of the situation. His brow was furrowed as he thrust into me, his teeth gritted together as he focused himself fully on pounding my hole into mush. I was moaning, totally focused on the feelings emanating from deep within me. This was a power fuck, from a side of Edward I had never seen before.
He pushed my legs together pinning my cock between my thighs. My eyes widened, I tried sputtering out a warning, but it was too late. My mouth opened wide in a gasp of pleasure, I shot my load all over my face. A couple blasts landed in my mouth, and I swallowed instinctively, shocked by the salty bitterness. Still, this didn't distract from the pleasure that was flooding my body.
After what felt like minutes, my body went limp, held only in place by Edward's strong arms. He pulled out with a sharp pop, letting my body fall slowly into his arms. I was panting and sweaty, totally weak. "Did you cum?" I managed to pant, feeling his rock hard cock still pressed up against my taint.
"Nope," he replied. "Let's get showered off. I'm starved." I halfheartedly reached for his turgid cock, but he batted my hand away. "Oh you'll get me off, don't you worry boy. I'm gonna fuck you again tonight." I followed him puppy-like to the showers, where he soaped me up, slipping a couple fingers easily into my well-fucked hole. I marveled at how barely a month ago that passageway would've been totally closed off, and now he was casually double fingering me while his other hand rubbed suds over my pecs.
We messed around while we were in the shower, feeling eachother, lightly slapping eachother, kissing eachother. I got a huge mouthful of water, swished it around to get the taste of my cum out of my mouth, and spat it at him, causing Edward to do the same. We laughed and our eyes met. I was really falling for this man.
As he reached for the water to turn it off, I dropped to my knees in front of him. The fingering had gotten me horny, and I felt bad that I hadn't gotten him off. And perhaps a part of me was a bit scared of bottoming again. I had never done it twice in one day, especially not after cumming. I swallowed his cock as best I could, gagging only on the last inch and a half. I pulled back and started focusing the head, licking under his foreskin and jerking the shaft with a hand.
The other one reached through his legs, probing his smooth crack for the puckered hole. I massaged it as I blew him, getting a little bit in but focusing more on just rubbing the outside. He was precumming a lot, and I could taste the salty mixture. It was a lot tastier than the finished product, I can tell you that. After a minute or so, Edward finally turned off the water, gently grabbing me by the chin and pulling me off.
"This load is saved for your ass," he said with a grin.
Dinner was nice. We laughed and talked for an hour or so as we ate mediocre but filling food, surrounded by other young couples on dates and families on vacation. I could tell Edward was horny the entire time from how often he brought the topic to sex, but I sure as hell didn't mind. He was impressed that I had been able to take to bottoming over such a short time. I credited the seemingly magical tattoos that Pierce had given me, and I told him how nice he had been to give me one for free.
"Well, he said you could pay for it later," Edward reminded me. "Pierce always collects his debts."
We held hands on the walk back home, though Edward soon reached for my butt instead. He cupped it through my jeans, pulling me closer to him. I wrapped an arm around his waist, and leaned in to nibble on his neck. Edward groaned.
"I need to have you," he said, desperately. "I need to take that ass." He punctuated this comment with a hard squeeze.
"Well, we're almost home," I said, but Edward quickly replied.
"No. I need to take you now." He pushed me up against the brick wall of a store we were passing, hungrily smushing his face into mine, greedily kissing me, his tongue protruding possessively into my mouth. I was overtaken by his passion, returning the kiss with just as much force, and feeling up the bulge in his pants.
"We need to go somewhere private, at least," I whimpered, my eyes catching the scornful glare of a passerby. Edward grabbed me by the ass again, leading me a block down until he found an alleyway. He pushed me inside, and I retreated into the shadows, away from any public wandering eyes.
"On your knees," he commanded, and I was there in a flash, kneeling on the dirty asphalt, hidden from view from the street by a dumpster, furiously tugging at the zipper of his jeans. I pulled his tight pants down right beneath his butt and started going to town on his cock. Once again, I couldn't deepthroat him, but I managed to slobber enough on it that I hoped it would work as a substitution for lube. "Now let's see if Pierce's art worked," Edward said.
He grabbed me by the arm, pulling me up and spinning me around so my chest was against the dumpster. He pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankles, giving a sharp bite to my ass in the meantime. The head of his cock was against my hole, not teasing this time, just trying to find the entrance before giving one big push. Edward sank in about halfway, the lube from before guiding the entry. His cock felt slick and wet, and I silently thanked the spit that I had gotten on it.
"Wow, your hole feels really wet still," Edward marveled. "Like it was just making lube itself. Is this what it feels like to fuck a pussy?" "You'll never know, you queen," I taunted him. Edward gave a mock offended noise before shoving the rest of himself inside me.
"I'm not the one who's getting fucked without any lube in an alleyway with his pants at his legs," Edward retorted. "Or the one who seems to have a self lubricating hole."
"It's just from before--" but I was cut off as Edward starting fucking in earnest. He was going at it hard, slamming his hips into mine, shoving his cock deep inside me. I had to arch my back and meet his thrusts to stop from being knocked into the dirty dumpster in front of me. And arch my back I did. It was a challenge, being caught between the piledriving cock behind me and the tetanus-ridden heap in front, and it was obvious Edward loved my posture.
My cock was hard and untouched, dripping precum onto my jeans beneath as Edward rawdogged me. He was thrusting with the force of a madman, and I couldn't help but give a high pitched moan. His hand moved from my shoulder to my mouth, covering it and pulling my head back. "Don't want anyone hearing your bitch moans, do we?" Edward asked. "You would hate to get caught here getting fucked like a slut in public."
"Mmmph mmph," I agreed. Edward pulled my head back and bit my neck, hard enough that I knew I would have a mark in the morning. His thrusts got faster, wilder, and I knew he was getting close. I was surprised he lasted this long, considering the state I left him when we left the house. The hand not covering my mouth grabbed my cock, and I started shooting without him even having to pump.
My load sprayed onto the graffitied dumpster as my hole tightened around Edward's cock. I imagine I could feel his load shooting deep inside me, mixing with the lube from earlier and the imaginary self-lube Edward seemed convinced I could produce. Coming down from my orgasm high, I could feel a tugging at the back of my shirt. Looking around, I saw Edward wiping off his cock on my T, covering it with the froth of his cum. I glared at him.
"Really, bitch?" I said, as i pulled the shirt off me. "Was that really necessary?" I started using it to wipe the cum off my own cock.
"I guess you'll have to walk home shirtless now," Edward said, innocence in his voice but the devil in his eyes. I grinned, pulling up my pants, clenching my hole so his load would stay inside. We left the alley together, me walking in front of him, his arm possessively around my waist, my two tattoos bared to the world.
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