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I pour the lube over his hole.  Too much.  Until his ass and balls are dripping with lube and come from the previous fuck.  I slip my fingers around in the mess before roughly pushing two inside him and then pulling them out just as fast. 

Justin lays still, exhausted, and yet moaning with every new sensation.  He loves being spread like this, played with.

I shove my dick in hard and fast.  Holding it there, deep inside him for several long drawn out seconds and then pulling out, watching his hole twitch.  Clench and unclench. 

I love him like this, wet with sweat and spit and come and lube.  Open and uninhibited.  Completely submissive. 

I massage his balls pulling them down and away from him.  They're slippery and fighting to pull back up tight to his body.   

I put a finger back on his asshole, moving it just inside, pulling, teasing. 

He's short of breath and whimpering.  But he isn't ready to come, he wants me to keep toying with him.  He wants me to draw this out, wind him up tight before I let him go.

Sometimes I tease him and he begs me to give him release, but sometimes he settles in and lets me - wants me to make him crazy.  He doesn't say it, but I know he wants me to keep him in this place, where he completely lets go and just enjoys.

I firmly tap on his hole four or five times and then push my dick inside him again.  I start to fuck him but every few thrusts I pull out all the way.  Leaving him feeling empty, never letting him get used to feeling full. 

My dick is wet with lube and precome and I pause to stroke myself.  It feels good and I know what I want.   

I bring my wet hand down hard on his ass.  He moans and I do it again.  And again. 

My hand is hot on my cock when I begin stroking myself again.  I come all over his reddened ass, his tight hole and his balls.  He's dripping with it.  I smear it around.  I push it inside him with one finger and then two.  I rub his prostate on the inside with my fingers and his perineum on the outside with my thumb.  I squeeze his balls with my other hand, pulling harder than before, drawing out the inevitable for a few more seconds. 

I move my fingers harder and faster and I feel him coming, his hole closing tight around my fingers, his entire body shaking. 

He'd fall asleep in this mess if I let him.  But I won't, in a few minutes I'll drag him to the shower, wash him clean and then change the sheets while he brushes his teeth.