Try To Take It

Kip Knoll burst onto the scene as a fresh-faced stud, raw and untested, his eyes gleaming with confession. He owned his thrill in a man's touch, that raw hunger pulsing inside him for the plunge into anal ecstasy. I paired him with Frank, the master of taming tight young holes. Come the next day, Kip showed up jittery yet eager, his skin flushed with that mix of fear and fire. They clicked like sparks on dry tinder—until Kip's hand dipped into Frank's pants and fished out his cock. Shock etched Kip's face in sharp lines. He gripped it hard, slid his fingers along its length, cupped those heavy balls, as if testing the weight of a fever dream. He hollered my way: 'Holy shit, have you seen this monster? No fucking way I'm taking that beast. I'll wrap my lips around it, sure, but my ass? Forget it.' Still, Kip dove in, brave and bold. He spread himself wide, straining to yield his virgin-tight ring to the thick, blunt hammer of Frank's rigid shaft, pushing for that impossible breach.