Here we go again

"Goddamn. Fine. Do it", you say, your expression already pained from sheer anticipation. You **** yourself to stop clenching down and try to relax, knowing any second Gavin will be pressing his well-lubricated cock up into your ass. At least you're no longer a stranger to the feeling by now, and Gavin seems nowhere near as well-endowed as Sylvester was.

Slowly, Gavin begins pressing into you. You squeeze your eyes shut and grit your teeth as he slowly forces his way in. "Are you okay?", he asks, and you're actually somewhat relieved by his concern. You give a hasty nod as you look over your shoulder at him.

"I'm okay", you say. He seems to take that as encouragement, because with one sudden movement he snaps his hips forward and jams his entire cock into your asshole. Your vision is a brief flash of white as you clench desperately around his girth; but he's already up to his balls into you.

"Augh! I'm NOT okay!!", you scream, clenching your hands into fists and tensing up your whole body. The pain quickly fades as you get accustomed to his size, and since he's holding still you quickly realize the pain isn't actually so bad.

"I'm so sorry!!", Gavin says, but you quickly give him an encouraging nod. He smiles and gently begins rocking back and forth, slowly sliding his cock in and out of your butt. You chew your lower lip, focusing on the sensation and decide whether it's enjoyable or not. You decide it feels... strange, but not altogether unpleasant? You realize it barely hurts anymore. It might be the generous amount of lube applied, {if weed=0}or {else}or perhaps the weed is having a dulling effect... Or {endif}maybe you're already getting used to taking it up the ass?

Gavin works up a gentle rhythm, and you become aware that it's actually kind of arousing when you suddenly realize your fingers have already drifted down to absentmindedly rub your sex. {if weed=0}E{else}You wonder if it's just the weed, but e{endif}verything feels just the right kind of sensitive right now. You can't help it, but you hear yourself start to moan with Gavin's every forward thrust. He's rocking you back and forth, your head and shoulders just resting on the bed. You look at Gavin as he's humping you; his expression one of complete nirvana.

Then you briefly look past him at the camera. Normally this is where you'd quickly avert your gaze again, but you don't really care. That is, until you spot something off. And it isn't the cameraman's stupefied expression. "H-hey camera guy. You're -AH!- filming this, right?" you ask while Gavin eagerly continues fucking you.

"Uh... Of course!", the cameraman says hastily, hiding behind the camera. You blink and narrow your eyes slightly, but another good look confirms it: That nincompoop has forgotten to remove the lens cap. Well, that explains a lot about his constant confusion expressions up until now.

You wonder if you should speak up.