"Endorphins, Rush. It's all about the endorphins. And the prostate," Tristian said grinning. He didn't mind winning or losing this argument. Just as long as Rush wanted to fuck him, he was fine with that. "I don't care either. I just love doing it," he said with a laugh.
"Practice makes perfect," Tristian said whining a little as Rush slid his fingers out. But he gasped when he felt the head of Rush's cock at his hole, feeling Rush entering him again. He'd stretched him just right, and it felt so amazing. "Oh fuck... Rush," Tristian moaned.