Six Months

Ryan hadn’t fucked anyone in six months.

Not because he didn’t want to. He just kept edging instead. Every night he would stroke his cock for hours — sometimes until 3 or 4 a.m. — getting right to the edge over and over again before stopping. His balls were constantly full and heavy. His cock was always sensitive. He was so pent up that even the smallest touch made him throb.

Tonight, he decided he was done waiting.

He opened the app, found the first decent-looking guy nearby, and told him to come over. No small talk. No “what are you into?”

Just: Come now. I need to fuck.

The guy’s name was Tyler. 24. Slim. When he showed up at Ryan’s apartment, he looked a little nervous but clearly excited.

The second Tyler stepped inside, Ryan grabbed him by the throat and pushed him against the wall.

“No talking,” Ryan said, voice low and rough. “Clothes off. Now.”

Tyler obeyed quickly. The moment he was naked, Ryan spun him around and bent him over the arm of the couch. He didn’t even bother with lube at first. He spat on his own cock — thick, veiny, and already leaking — and shoved it inside Tyler’s ass in one hard thrust.

Tyler cried out.

Ryan didn’t slow down.

He grabbed Tyler’s hips with both hands and started fucking him like he was trying to punish him for every day he hadn’t had sex. Deep, brutal strokes that made Tyler’s whole body jolt forward. The sound of skin slapping skin was loud and filthy.

“Fuck… you’re so fucking tight,” Ryan growled. “I haven’t cum in six months. You’re gonna take every single drop.”

He fucked Tyler hard and fast, no warm-up, no mercy. Every thrust was angry and desperate. Tyler was moaning and gripping the couch, his legs shaking, but Ryan didn’t care. He had been edging for too long. His only goal was to use a hole until he was satisfied.

After a few minutes, Ryan pulled out, flipped Tyler onto his back on the couch, and shoved back inside him even deeper. He pushed Tyler’s legs all the way back until his knees were near his chest and started pounding him in a brutal mating press.

Tyler’s moans turned into broken cries every time Ryan bottomed out.

Ryan leaned down, grabbed Tyler’s face with one hand, and forced him to look at him while he fucked him.

“I’ve been stroking my cock every single night for months,” he said between thrusts. “Getting right to the edge and stopping. My balls are so fucking full. And now I’m gonna empty them all inside you.”

He fucked him even harder.

The couch was shaking. Tyler’s hole was red and puffy, stretched wide around Ryan’s thick cock. Ryan kept going until he felt his orgasm building — that deep, heavy pressure he had been denying himself for so long.

When he came, it was violent.

Ryan buried himself as deep as he could and let out a low, guttural groan as he started pumping cum into Tyler’s ass. It was a huge load. Thick ropes kept shooting out of him, filling Tyler up until it started leaking out around his cock. Ryan didn’t stop thrusting. He kept fucking his own cum deeper inside while he came.

But he wasn’t done.

Even after cumming, his cock stayed hard. Six months of edging had turned him into something feral.

He pulled out, flipped Tyler over again, and shoved back inside his cum-filled hole without giving him a break. Tyler whimpered, but Ryan just kept fucking him — rougher than before. He slapped Tyler’s ass hard while he pounded him, leaving red handprints.

“Still not enough,” Ryan muttered. “I need to cum again.”

He fucked Tyler in every position he could think of. On the floor. Against the wall. Bent over the kitchen counter. At one point he even lifted Tyler up and fucked him while holding him in the air, using his strength to slam him down onto his cock over and over.

By the time Ryan came the second time, Tyler was completely wrecked. His hole was red, puffy, and gaping. Cum was leaking out of him in thick globs and running down his thighs.

Ryan finally pulled out and watched his cum drip out of Tyler’s destroyed ass.

He was still breathing hard, cock twitching, but for the first time in six months, he felt some relief.

Tyler was lying on the floor, trying to catch his breath.

Ryan looked down at him and smirked.

“Get on the bed,” he said. “I’m not finished yet.”