Pushing It

Serrano isn’t satisfied yet. He straddles the thick cone and sinks down in one slow push. The blunt head stretches his rim until his hole snaps shut around the widest part. He grinds on it poolside, the sun flashing on his ink as his breath shortens. 2007 heat. He rises, drops again, driving the toy deeper every time. No hands. The muscles in his thighs quiver. He leans forward, reaches back, pulls one cheek wide so the cone can punch in another inch. Sweat rolls off his shoulders, drops hit the deck. He fucks himself harder, hips snapping down like he’s daring the toy to split him open. Each thrust drags a grunt out of him. He stops at the flare, holds it, feels his ring pulse around the stretch, then slams down once more just to hear the wet slap echo off the water.