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it gives you a chance to be on the other side of things. Instead of penetrating, you’re the one getting penetrated. There’s something submissive and yet incredibly powerful about getting fucked. And I can’t think of anything that makes me feel more like a man than the feeling of a man’s cock, hard for me, sliding inside me.
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    So it’s not like I didn’t want to do this, I did. I just had a feeling that maybe something more was going on here than I could handle. However, what with my melty knees, there wasn’t going to be a lot of resistance from me. I couldn’t remember how to think anyway. I could only feel.
    So I spread my cheeks as well as I could and tried to trap his cock between my buttocks, signaling my willingness to go on.
    “You want me, don’t you?”
    I nodded.
    “Tell me you want me. I need to hear it.” Even though he was giving me an order, there was something in his voice that made me feel like I was the one on top. “I want you, Russ, I want you bad.” I started to shake, the words seem to release something and I began to realize how desperate I was for him. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…” I started to chant mindlessly, rocking in time to my words.
    He tapped my hands. “Keep them right there.” I nodded and watched as he found the condom packet and lube that he’d put on the table. He lifted me up and told me to kneel while he put the condom on.
    Then still in place, I knelt there passively as he applied lube to my entrance, trembling as he circled my hole with his finger.
    I let out a breath in a long sigh when he pushed into me, stroking the inner walls with his finger, probing until he found my prostate. My cock jumped when he found it and I let out another gasp.
    He inserted another finger and I felt the burn of stretched muscles. It was uncomfortable, but I knew it would pass, so I tried to focus on the 38

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    feeling of his fingers stretching me, scissoring inside, loosening the tight ring of muscle.
    “Russ!” I gasped. “Do it, fuck me now… I’m ready….” He looked at me as if trying to judge how I was doing, still stroking inside me with his long, slender fingers. “Okay, baby.” He replaced his fingers with his cock, pressing it against me, pushing until the head popped inside. He was a little bigger than I was prepared for, and I froze with my mouth open in shock.
    His hands were soothing on my back. “Breathe, babe, take a deep breath.”
    I nodded, shaking as the cramping pain passed off. I allowed my weight to help me bear down on him, impaling myself on his cock. It hurt, but it was a good pain, heralding the pleasure to come.
    His hips started to move and he thrust up inside me slowly, giving me time to adjust. Feeling him moving inside me just blew me away, there was such a connection between us. After going all dom on me, he was being so gentle, taking his time and I felt every inch of him stretching me.
    He was thick enough that each movement rubbed his cock over my prostate, sending sparks to my cock. I was delirious with pleasure.
    Because of the way my weight bore me down on him, he reached depths inside me that no one ever had.
    He knew how to fuck, too.
    He held onto my hips and I rocked slowly, matching my movements to the motion of his fucking so we were moving as one. Usually I liked to be the one in control, even if I was the one getting fucked. I’m sure you’ve heard the expression ‘topping from the bottom.’ Check the small print, because my name is mentioned there.
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    He took control from the minute he walked in the door and I let him. It felt good to have someone taking care of my pleasure like that, although maybe a little scary. I tried to pick up the pace, but he wouldn’t let me. He just stared at me and kept sliding his cock in and out of my passage torturously slowly.
    I was hard as the proverbial rock, my dick jumping between us. I gasped and