Sean takes his hand off of Tyler's neck and uses it to pull off his own clothes. His cock springs free as he strips, its tip bounces off Tyler. Sean sits up and slips his shirt over his head.
Sensing Sean preoccupied, Tyler forces himself onto his arms suddenly and crawls desperately forward again. Sean digs a hand into either side of Tyler's hips, dragging his ass back against his cock. Precum smears across Tyler's skin. Sean pushes Tyler's pants off the rest of the way with his foot, and uses his knees to force apart Tyler's legs. He grabs Tyler's right arm and twists it painfully behind his back. Tyler inhales sharply, eyes widening in shock and fear. Sean playfully places his middle finger over Tyler's asshole, tapping at the tight puckered skin. He chuckles as Tyler squirms beneath him before shoving his finger in abruptly.
Tyler arches his back, muscles straining to get away from the unfamiliar sensation. A distorted and wild smile cracks across Sean's face. He swirls his finger inside Tyler, brushing against his prostate. Unable to stop himself, Tyler moans as Sean teases his g-spot. His cock starts to harden at the surprisingly pleasurable sensation, causing Tyler to bury his face into the floor in shame. Sean gently removes his finger from Tyler and wipes it against the ground. Tyler relaxes his body slightly in relief before feeling a larger warm, wet pressure against his violated hole.
"Wait Sean. Don't, don't don't..." Tyler repeats, straining to turn his head to look at him. Sean tightens his grip on Tyler's wrist, digging his nails into Tyler's flesh. He puts his other hand on Tyler's hip, grabbing a handful of skin. Tyler continues to plead as Sean slowly pushes into him. Sean pauses and pushes Tyler's arm higher up his back, causing Tyler to stop pleading and gasp in pain.
"I think you should stop talking," Sean says cooly, "and relax." He thrusts suddenly into Tyler, completely embedding himself in the smaller man's ass. Tyler screams, his asshole tearing around Sean's raw cock. Blood trickles from his abused hole and down his leg. Sean lets his dick sit, savoring the warm walls of Tyler's anus as it pulsates against his erection. Tyler whimpers, one hand clenched around the fabric of the tent floor as the other straining against Sean's grip. He quivers at the pain, too afraid to move as salty tears stream down his cheeks.
Sean pulls out all the way. He releases Tyler's arm, which falls weakly to the floor. He grabs both sides of Tyler's hips, slowly pushes the tip back in, and then rams into his ass. Tyler's body clenches violently with each of Sean's thrust. Over and over Sean forces himself into Tyler as the smaller man screams, poorly lubricated with blood and precum.
The searing anal pain refuses to dissipate, gifting Tyler renewed suffering with each thrust. He tries once more to weakly pull away from the other man but is rewarded with a sharp slap across the ass. Sean replaces his grip even harsher than before, digging his nails into Tyler's side. Tyler rocks across the tent floor, each motion sliding him back and forth against the rough material. His arms lay limp beside him, eyes devoid of emotion and cheeks stained with tears. He whimpers each time Sean shoves into him, a mere reaction to the assault.
Sean slips his cock out completely and rolls Tyler onto his back. Tyler stares up into the face of his supposed friend. Sean, his expression of maniacal glee, laughs at Tyler. He grabs Tyler's thighs and hooks the smaller man's legs over his shoulders. He leans forward positioning himself strategically over Tyler's asshole. Sean pushes Tyler's shirt higher, exposing his chest.
With a hand on each thigh, Sean pushes inside Tyler once again. Tyler winces again. Sean shoves in deeper, angling his cock. The tip brushes against Tyler's prostate. Tyler's back arches at the unfamiliar pleasure, as his own dick stiffens. He turns his head away, embarrassed at his arousal. He tries to cover his face with his hands, cheeks red in disgrace, but Sean grabs his wrists again. He holds them above Tyler's head, exposing his flushed face. Sean revels at Tyler's pathetic expression. With one hand holding Tyler's wrists, the other clamps around his exposed erection.
"Sean, no, no... I- I don't want this... please." Tyler begs, as Sean begins to rhythmically stroke Tyler's cock. Sean ignores Tyler's pleas, and begins to thrust in time with his hand, jabbing Tyler's sensitive prostate. Tyler shakes his head back and forth, repeating "no" over and over. His abdomen tightens as his body flushes with heat. Pleasure begins to spread through his groin and throughout his body. Tyler strains his muscles, back arching with each pump. His mouth wide open from the overwhelming sensations. Precum trickles down his dick and onto Sean's hand.
"Ah, Sean... I, Sean... ghah I can't... I can't, I can't," Tyler tries to say. His eyes roll back as his entire body freezes, clenched as tight as possible. His legs shake against Sean's chest and shoulders. Sean begins to thrust harder into Tyler, ramming himself as deep as he can, a clear slapping of skin on skin permeates the air. Tyler gasps suddenly, a sharp intake as semen spouts from his cock, landing in white rivulets on his chest and stomach. Some dribbles onto Sean's hand. He slows his assault and lifts his hand to his mouth. Slowly he licks the hot fluid from his fingers, letting it sit on his tongue before swallowing. One side of Sean's mouth curls upwards.
"I always dreamt of how you'd taste." he says. Tyler's cheeks flush red again and he tries to avert his gaze anywhere other than at Sean. Sean lets one of Tyler's legs fall to the floor, limp, as he holds tight to the other one. One hand firmly on Tyler's raised thigh, the other digging into his soft love handle. He begins to pull Tyler back onto his cock. Tyler writhes beneath Sean, body overstimulated. Tyler gasps and moans, unable to breathe from the feelings flooding his body. Sean picks up pace, ramming himself harder into Tyler.
"Sean, please... I can't take it, I can't- please!" Tyler cries, nails digging into the tent's floor. Sean grits his teeth in concentration, sweat dripping down his toned body.
"Shut the fuck up. I'm close." he says, forcefully. Blood prickles down Tyler's side as Sean's grip pierces his flesh. Sean leans, forcing Tyler's leg forward, as he presses his forehead against the floor besides Tyler.
"Ah, fuck, Tyler!" He groans, with a final hard thrust he embeds himself to the base inside the other man. Semen fills Tyler, covering the walls of his abused anus. Sean heavily drags himself out of Tyler, cum seeping out as he does. It dribbles down his skin, dripping onto the tent floor.
Tyler lies splayed under the other man, staring blankly past him at the roof of the tent. Sean's weight sinks onto Tyler as he subsequently passes out. Not an ounce of strength remains in either of their bodies.
