Oliver writhed underneath Keith as his cock was stroked faster and harder, biting his lip harder to keep back desperate little moans. He could feel the cock poking at his entrance, and he wiggled his hips, pushing back on it so he could feel the pressure of almost being penetrated. Then without warning Keith rolled his hips, and Oliver cried out, his back arching as the broad head pushed past the tight ring of muscles, and then the rest slid in, his walls painfully tight around him, and with no lube it hurt like a bitch.<br/><br/>“ah FUCK!” Oliver cried out, wrapping his arms around Keith, nails cutting into his back. Once he got some of his breath back, he replied. “If- ha- if I can still walk after this I’ll be disappointed...”