Cory waddled to the desk, the uncomfortable feeling of Mr. Peterson's fingers up his ass making it a strange walk. He felt very unsure of himself, this whole afternoon had been one of surprises. Although he'd really enjoyed his first blow job, especially with the revenge factor of it being from Sam, nothing had been happening the way he'd expected. Now, he didn't know what was going to happen.
"Bend over," Mr. Peterson's voice was excited in his ear, making his own groin tingle again with anticipation. Obediently he bent over the desk, feeling Mr. Peterson's fingers sliding from his ass. With a sigh of relief, Cory was able to relax - although his ass did feel a little strange because it had become so adjusted to having the fingers in it.
Behind him he could hear Mr. Peterson opening something up, a slippery wet sound, and then Mr. Peterson was standing behind him; with one hand on Cory's back, something wet and hard nudged at Cory's anus.
As Mr. Peterson began to push his swollen member against the tight ring of Cory's virgin ass, Cory couldn't help but tense up, afraid of the large piece of meat that was about to invade his tightest hole.
"Just relax Cory," Mr. Peterson crooned, the head of his dick popping into the tight ring, "It'll make it easier if you just relax..."
Cory groaned as his ass stretched, accepting the wide mushroom head of Mr. Peterson's cock. It hurt a little, but because he was already somewhat prepared by the finger fucking, it wasn't nearly as painful as he would have thought it was. Then Mr. Peterson pressed deeper and Cory groaned again.
It was the strangest sensation as Mr. Peterson pressed more and more of his dick into Cory's hot tightness; a stretching and also a pushing. His ass rippled around the hard cock, trying to get used to the sensation, and at the same time trying to push it out. Panting and groaning, he didn't even try to fight it, just stayed bent over the desk, accepting it. It never even occurred to Cory to try and resist.
His hands clutched at the sides of the desk, his insides cramping as Mr. Peterson suddenly lunged forward and buried the final inches of his dick in Cory's body. Cory groaned and writhed a little, his ass cheeks grinding against Mr. Peterson's groin as he tried to adjust. Both of them moaned as Cory's movements stirred his insides, his ass clenching against the invading dick. Mr. Peterson held himself quite still, just enjoying the sensations of Cory's hot ass, the tightness, the muscle spasms.
Reaching around to Cory's front, he began to play with Cory's dick and balls, caressing them gently and teasing with his fingers. To Cory's surprise, it barely took any toying before he was growing hard again; it seemed strange with the slightly painful discomfort in his ass, but he was very easily aroused. As Mr. Peterson's hand closed around Cory's hardened shaft, he began to pull his dick from Cory's ass. It was just as strange a sensation as when he'd burrowed in... and as Mr. Peterson's hand began to slide back down Cory's shaft, he pushed back in.
Cory moaned at the double assault on his senses, the strange pleasures that Mr. Peterson was introducing to his body. Mr. Peterson fisted Cory's dick in time to his thrusts, masturbating Cory as he fucked him from behind... it was incredibly confusing to the younger man. Panting and moaning, his hands spasmed on the desk as he began pushing back against Mr. Peterson's thrusts, wanting to feel himself opened up, wanting to feel Mr. Peterson's cock buried inside him. In some ways, he even wanted it to hurt.
