I leaned in on his body, taking most of my weight in a push up maneuver after I pushed his legs apart and up as I did so. “Can you put your ankles on my shoulders?” I gripped the back of his knees and helped him to raise his legs. Those cycling thigh muscles were ropey and powerful. He seemed to be in a little pain. “Would you rather grip me around the waist? I think you could kill me with those weapons if you wanted.” Slowly he got the legs around my waist and I bent forward to kiss him. We dry humped for a few minutes as I continued to kiss and devour his tongue. Then, I lubed up and positioned. “I don’t think we need much prep this time. Push out. I’m coming in.” “Yes, doctor. Anything y’all say.” I lubed again with fingers, but he was still open. The lube and my previous deposit made entry easier and I was fully seated after only a few pleasurable strokes. Is everything ok? I leaned in again to kiss him and he tightened his legs around me. Those cycling exercises made him very flexible. I felt him wince as his back pushed into the mattress, so I re-balanced with two arms outside his shoulders to ease the pressure, and went down. “Is it possible you’re even deeper this way? And a lot more P-button contact.” I loved staring into his sapphire eyes as we rocked together. I grabbed his lips with mine and we began to breathe together. I had an almost panther-prey kind of vision. His long rigid pole was trapped between our abs. It darkened and throbbed. He started to softly keen, that unique sound that only a Celt can make. What a turn on. It caused all of my senses to heighten. Glad my room is remote. The noise level was definitely rising.
I smiled back and started slowly pumping into him maximizing my hip motion and being sure to rake the prostate with each stroke. He was already dripping precum on his abs, so I reached down and brought some to my lips before my next kiss. “I wonder if I could make a smoothie out of this?” He smiled and gripped hard on the sheets to balance. We continued for a few minutes, listening only to the slap, slap of my balls on his ass. We had much more staying power this time as we had already each popped a full load. I leaned in again and assaulted his mouth with my tongue. Balancing on my elbows, I ran my hands through his curly blonde hair, stroked his cheeks, and continued down to his nibs. I knew he was sensitive there, so I gently pinched each and noted the goosebumps rising on his pecs. Finally, I was nearing my limit and he was gushing precum. I tensed and straightened my legs, balancing on my toes, to give me the most leverage at the dick/hole point of connection. So I was now pushing even deeper.
Chet was one of those lucky guys that could be prostate-milked. I wonder if I can give him a prostate orgasm? So I concentrated my strokes and balanced myself with hands on either side of his head. He was completely trapped beneath me and I was tapping on that prostate over and over. “Oh yes, that is really good. Maybe too good. You’re driving me crazy. Geoff, you just can’t keep me at this level.” And then, he began spurting, long translucent ropes, covering his entire chest with pre-cum without either of us even touching his dick. Yes, he was in full body orgasm…and it lasts and lasts. Incredible. He gripped my waist with his legs and drew me in. Then he reached around and slipped a finger into my tight hole, drilling hard into my crevice. My ass muscles tensed, and with one last big thrust, my pole expanded, the head enlarged, and I blasted hot and deep into him. Again and again. The release was so powerful that I collapsed onto him and his legs loosened on my waist. Then he tightened again and captured me to him. He pulled me closer and squeezed out another full load of fluid—this time his milky cum. We lay motionless for a long while, both totally spent and satisfied. I released my legs and wrapped my arms around him in a full embrace as we deeply kissed. Until we could feel my cum dripping down his beautiful ass and his dripping down my abs. We were both decidedly fucked. I knew we were going to be good, but this was epic. We had brought each other to the mountaintop and the view into the future looked spectacular. Finally, we broke the clinch and I pushed myself off onto the bed beside him. But, I just couldn’t release contact, so my leg trailed and rested over his ass.
Then, it was to the shower—together of course, and a night of spooning. I slept soundly cradling him tightly into my gut, until the next morning.