He seems taken aback, but he obeys

Johnny gets down on his hands and knees on the couch despite his obvious ****, sticking his muscular ass up in the air. He doesn't have a lot of body fat, but his cheeks are meaty enough that you can grab two good handfuls and knead his flesh like you're giving him a massage. You manage to **** a few stifled grunts and groans out of him, but otherwise he's mostly quiet. Shame.

As much as you'd like to spend all day groping his perfect body to find all his sensitive spots, you should probably stick your dick in him before his spit dries up. You don't want to hurt him _too_ bad, after all.

His muscles tense up when he feels the head of your cock press up against his puckered hole. You're obviously going to meet a lot of resistance if you just shove it in like this.

"Hey, Johnny?" you say gently.

"Hm?" he says in response, turning his head slightly.

"You really need to relax, or this is gonna hurt a lot more than it has to. Can you do that for me?"

"I can try, but..." he trails off.

And he definitely does try. You can feel him shifting underneath you in an attempt to relax, but he's still clearly very tense. You sigh. There's no way this is going in smoothly.

Truthfully, a part of you is tempted to just shove his face into the couch cushions, tell him to bite down, and **** your way into his virgin hole.

On the other hand, you do keep lube in your bedside drawer for wanking sessions, so there's really nothing stopping you from grabbing it and preparing him properly.

Quite the conundrum, really.