He nuzzled Phil’s chest and licked some cum off his nipples, then wormed higher and kissed his mouth again. For a few minutes they just lay together, sucking at one another’s faces and stroking hot sweaty skin. Rayne knelt up and Phil stroked his cock, rubbing him in the loose, cum-filled rubber until he quickened again. Rayne stripped off the rubber and Phil wasted no time unwrapping another. He bent over his lover’s groin, blond head between those sharp, narrow hips, and this time used his lips and tongue to apply the sheath whilst he fondled Rayne’s balls. The other boy closed his eyes for a moment, throwing his head back as he was teased, his mouth slightly parted around a soundless sigh. He began to gasp a little as Phil deep-throated the head of his cock.
This time there was no need for verbal instruction. Phil lifted his head and turned around, presenting his buttocks. As he dropped to his hands and knees on the bed, Rayne lubed and mounted him, pushing himself in with no concerns about hurting his friend this time.
“Aaaahhhh!” Phil cried out. “Ohhhh Christ! Yeah… like that! ”
Deaf to his cries, Rayne grabbed his tanned hips and fucked him hard. This time it was painfully, savagely quick. He was on fire, banging the naked blond halfway across the bed until Phil was up against the wall and still taking it. His mate ground his crotch violently into Phil’s arse, pushing himself up as far as he physically could and ramming it in over and over until he came uncontrollably. He wondered as he did so if this was how it felt for some of the men who had paid to use him like this back home. Did they feel as if fireworks were going off behind their eyes and in their balls? Were their hearts hammering twenty to the dozen as they slammed away at his arsehole, just desperate to get the deed done as quickly as possible because they’d paid for half an hour and maybe they’d have time for another go, and yet another if they seeded him fast and hard.
He could not blame them. This felt good. It felt more than good; it was fucking amazing.
Rayne leaned against Phil, keeping him pinned to the wall; keeping his prick inside the blond. He nuzzled the other boy’s neck and shoulder, breathing in the scent of clean, fresh sweat and the hot musk of his well-fucked arsehole. His sexual aroma was overwhelming.
“That was hot,” he gasped. “Do you like it like this?”
Phil nodded. He whimpered slightly.
“Did you get off?”
A shake of the head this time; Phil whispered; “Are you still hard?”
Rayne pulsed experimentally. The feel of Phil’s abused hole around his cock was almost unbearably arousing.
“Yeah,” he said with a feral grin. “You want some more?”
“Uh-huh… don’t stop,” Phil panted. “You’re making me feel so horny.”
Rayne began to thrust again, he did not need asking. Phil keened frantically as they coupled up against his bedroom wall, fucking so hard that the bed rocked from side to side as Rayne worked his cock in and out. He was riding Phil in tight circles, keeping the other man satisfied this time. One hand slid down Phil’s bare belly to his dick and began to pump it hard. The other gripped the blond’s firm young balls. Rayne kissed his neck and began to give him long, slow lovebites there as he thrust away between Phil’s cheeks. Phil was soon writhing in his arms and humping himself up and down on Rayne’s cock.
“Ooohhhh, so good… so hot!” he whined eagerly. “Fuck me! Fuck me!”
Rayne raised the pace steadily, letting himself get rougher and faster a little at a time. He had begun to buck double-quick and was just shy of nailing Phil to the wall with his dick when the blond exploded in his rapidly fisting hand. Pressed up close to him, Rayne began to jack-hammer his arsehole for the second time that night as Phil sprayed the wall of his rented room with spunk. Just when he thought that he could not physically go on, Rayne felt his testes shrink up into his groin and the sensation of slow-burning pleasure trickled back down his cock and out through his crotch into his belly and down his arms and legs. His fingers and toes were quivering as if with pins and needles.
Phil curled up on the bed and Rayne flopped down on his back, peeling off the sticky, spunk filled sheath and dropping it onto the tiled floor with a soft, wet splat.
“Fuckin’ell!” he exhaled exhaustedly.
“Did you like that?” Phil whispered.
“Yeah!”
“Do you want to come to the dunes with me tomorrow?” the blond asked him. “We can fuck there, if you don’t mind people watching you.”
Rayne turned his head to look at Phil. He really was deceptive with those big blue eyes. They made you think he was innocent when he clearly was anything but.
“I don’t mind that,” he said neutrally.
“Maybe a few guys might want to join in,” Phil ventured cautiously. “Y’know, like an orgy?”
“Or a gangbang,” Rayne said, his expression very still.
“Yeah.” Phil grinned at him.
“Have you ever been gangbanged?” the dark-haired boy asked, rolling onto his side to look at Phil seriously.
“No… but I fantasise about it all the time,” Phil confessed. “Have you?”
Rayne turned onto his stomach and cradled his head in his arms. He felt tired and very light-headed as if he might float away.
“Yeah,” he murmured at last.
“What was it like? How many men were there?” Phil wriggled closer, conspiratorially.
“Dunno,” Rayne said, turning his head to see the look on Phil’s face. “I lost count after about twelve.”
“Wow!” The blond began to masturbate. “How did they do it? Did they queue up for it? Did you cum?”
“A few times,” Rayne said vaguely. “It was a bit of a free for all actually. They just stood around wanking and waited for a hole to come free then they stuck their cocks in it.”
“Did you enjoy it?” Phil asked him tremulously. He was jerking himself off hard now.
“Not as much as you,” Rayne told him and buried his face in his arms again.
Phil moved up close to him, undeterred. He was rubbing himself against Rayne on the bed. At last he climbed on top of the other boy and eased his erect penis between Rayne’s legs.
“Can I fuck you?” he asked huskily.
“What time is it?” Rayne asked without lifting his head.
“About six fifteen,” Phil nuzzled the back of his neck and dry humped him eagerly.
“I have to go,” Rayne said, sitting up at once and dislodging him. “I said I’d be back before seven. Patrick’s coming for tea! Can I have a shower?”
“Who’s Patrick?” Phil asked as Rayne swung his legs off the bed and wandered into the bathroom without waiting for confirmation. He peeled off his carry pouch and hung it on the door.
“Some Porno big cheese. P.J.McNamara; he’s in this film Leland’s making. I’ve got to make nice with him or something.” He turned on the water and sighed with pleasure as it rinsed off some of the stickiness, cooling his blood.
Phil appeared in the doorway, eyes wide.
“Paddy McNamara? Fuckin’ hell!” he exclaimed. “You’re gonna do it with Paddy Mac? God, I’m soooooo jealous!”
“You can do it instead if you like,” Rayne said sarcastically. “What’s with this guy anyway? Everyone acts like he’s God or something.”