Switching roles

I approached Ilya and with a playful smile on my face said:

 — You know, I want to do the same thing to you that I did a few days ago, but not as rough this time. I think you'll like it.

 — Well, well, — was all he replied.

And then I took out my strap-on harness and, wearing only my underwear, fastened it at hip level.

 — Lie on your stomach, Ilyusha. I'll get the lube ready in the meantime.

I returned with a jar of ointment in my hands. After coating my dildo with the ointment, I sat down next to Ilya and lubricated his anus, stimulating it a little with my fingers. Then I mounted him and began to enter him. At first Ilya lay quietly, and then, when

I had penetrated him quite deeply, he began to moan softly.

 — Are you thrusting back, my little rascal? — I asked jokingly.

But there was no time for jokes. He clearly liked it, his moans echoed my thrusting movements, I moved the strap-on back and forth, the warm wetness of Ilya's body enveloping the "tool." I pulled out of him. He looked at me, not stopping his moans.

 — Well, baby, did you like that? — I asked and kissed him on the forehead.

 — Yes… I want more… — Ilya purred.

 — Wait a little bit. Play with yourself for now, and I'll be right back.

After washing and drying the strap-on, I put it on again and returned to the room.

 — How do you feel about me stroking IT, and then you give me a blowjob using the same strap-on?

 — Let's do it… I agree to anything.

And I placed my warm palm on IT. Gave it a slight squeeze, then stroked it, ran my hand over it again, again… Until it stood up.

 — My sweet, get rid of all your white fluid, you've built up so much of it, come on, let's go…

And he came vigorously onto the sheet, which I immediately crumpled up and threw into the closet.

 — The end, however… heh-heh, of the narrative, — I quipped.

 — Ilya, will you give me the blowjob I wanted?

And, without waiting for an answer, I guided his mouth onto my strap-on. He moved his lips along it, I pushed it deeper, deeper, until I reached his tonsils.

 — Sweetie, does it hurt?

He shook his head uncertainly. I pulled the strap-on out of his mouth and said:

 — let me caress you with my fingers in the same place, huh? Where's my lube?

 — Here, — Ilya replied, handing me the jar.

 — Lie in the same position, please.

I coated my finger with Vaseline and began to insert it into his anus, wiggling it from side to side, tickling all the walls inside. It was strange to me that Lagutenko went along with all my lustful desires. But… he loves me, and wants me to feel good…

 — I remembered you wanted me to do it to you again. Well, I will, only this time it will hurt.

 — I'm ready! — one hundred percent certainty was evident in his voice.

I thrust into him and, as if gone wild, began to ravage Ilya's flesh with the artificial phallus. I frantically drove it deeper, penetrating to the very depths of Ilya's body, he screamed from both torment and orgasm simultaneously.

 — Yes! Yes! Yesss! Harder!

All illusions were dying, I knew, yes, I knew, this is what we needed, this in this moment was the pinnacle of bliss for us, the best delight for our perverted souls and bodies.