"Yeah, you look real fuckin' bored," I laugh, smacking a hand against his thigh, the other busy rolling the condom down over my dick, something that still feels awkward and unfamiliar.

"Don't," I say, batting his hand away from his cock. "Put your hands above your head," I tell him, only half expecting to do as he's told, especially since there's not a whole lot of incentive. I'm already shifting between his legs, pressing the head of my dick against him, spreading the smear of lotion on his skin and then pressing forward just enough to feel his body start to give.