Chapter 58

I looked at his small mouth as it opened wide with his moaning and anguished gasping. I positioned myself in front of him and started rubbing my erect member against his face. From previous experience I knew he wasn’t good at blowjobs. With his breath ragged and his head bobbing with each of Bernard’s thrusts, I knew this wasn’t a good time to give him a lesson. I just wanted Danny to know someone else might not want to wait for a turn in his ass and decide to take his mouth, regardless of how hard it was for Danny to breathe.

“Yeah,” Bernard said “I’m conquering that ass. You’re losing that ass to me, boy. You’re losing. I’m winning.” he said, still pumping fast and even. Damn, that bastard Bernard turned me on. I wanted to be the one telling Danny those things. It was all I could do not to throw him out of the way and ram myself back inside Danny again.

I watched Danny’s face as he looked fearfully over his shoulder, watching Bernard penetrate him. I noticed Danny’s eyelashes were wet. I gently reached under him, caressing his stomach and moving down to hold his privates. He was growing soft. I checked Bernard’s balls. He’d already been inside Danny for nearly thirty minutes, and he wasn’t even near coming yet. He pumped hard and fast, no signs of tiring or getting bored.

“Yeah, he said, “you’re losing that ass to me, boy. Losers like you get their asses fucked by guys like me, and there’s nothing you can do about it, boy.”

“Give him a break,” I said. Bernard stopped pumping but stayed lodged deep inside.

“What?” he said with a sneer, “you already had a turn.” We stared each other down. Danny was dripping with sweat and breathing hard. He looked at me intently while his ass was still arched up, compliant to Bernard’s deep penetration. He didn’t know who his master was.

“He needs a break, damn it!” I barked. Bernard ignored me and started fucking Danny again. Danny bucked in protest. I went around the side of the bed and pushed Bernard out of Danny. “Get out of here!” I yelled.

Danny collapsed onto his back, sucking in air. His young legs parted, seemingly automatically. Bernard’s dick was still rock hard. His gaze was fixed on Danny’s hole. He reached over and grabbed Danny’s ass fiercely, sticking his index finger inside.

“I have just as much right to fuck this ass as you do,” he said to me.

I couldn’t believe that statement. Neither of us had a “right.” Danny had a right notto get fucked. It was his decision. I looked at Danny’s sleek wet body. He’d been captured by the ass, and from the stirring of his dick it turned him on. I knew he was so sore he was in tears, but he still wasn’t saying no. He still hadn’t learned. Unbelievable.

“You’re right, dude,” I said to Bernard, “You have every right to fuck that ass as much as you please. Get on with it and nail it.”

Danny shot me another stunned look. I’d betrayed him again. I shrugged. It wasn’t my responsibility to keep Bernard’s dick from getting inside him. Simultaneously, Bernard threw Danny’s legs in the air and targeted his pucker with his tool yet again. Danny shook his head in disbelief as Bernard entered him with utter power. How could he still be under attack from this huge peen?

Bernard’s thrusting was faster than it was before, and Danny was breaking. I had been so amazed at how passive Danny had been with his ass up until now. He had always let me fuck it as much and as hard as I wanted to, and he would be still and stay in position for me. But now he squirmed and wriggled, trying to get free of Bernard.

“Yeah, boy. Just try to get away from my dick,” he said. And Danny did try. He whimpered. He gasped. There was no escape for his ass though, and it made my erection ache. I started stroking myself as Bernard kept up his endless pumping.

“Yeah, I’m winning, boy,” Bernard said. “Yeah, I love chasing this ass.”

Danny looked at me in desperation. His hard-on was still as stiff as possible. “All you have to do is say no, Danny,” I told him.

Instead he struggled and twisted, Bernard started missing thrusts and having to re-penetrate.

“Every time you do that, Ass Boy, I’m going to fuck you harder.”

I decided I needed to help. “Don’t let him get you, Danny. Don’t let him win!”

Bernard’s balls started rising. His animal-like grunts were thunderous. “I’m winning! I’m winning!” He howled as he came. Danny convulsed at the same time, shooting a huge load over his head as Bernard’s thrusts came to a standstill. “I won,” he said, exhausted. “You lost your ass to me.”

Danny’s legs had stiffened in mid-air, and he couldn’t get them down without pain. He was still spread-open, ass in the air, vulnerable and available. I started massaging his calves to help them down.