His weight pressed into me. Our eyes were locked. We were skin-to-skin, as he said, ‘the closest we’ll ever be.’ What I thought would be painful was gloriously filling. This was exactly where Owen belonged.
“If I move, I’m going to come.” He whispered.
“Don’t move. We’ll stay like this for the rest of our lives.”
“Oh yeah,” he moaned, pulling back a little and then pushing back in. You are so tight. I love it. It’s like you are hugging me, telling me never to let you go.” His mouth found mine and silenced the words I wanted to say, ‘Don’t ever let me go.’
He pulled back, his cock was at my sphincter. He held it there, waiting. He was staring at me again. He pushed back in one long, deep stroke. We moaned together. My arms held him tighter to me. He was shaking. He did it again. His strokes were getting more insistent. Again, deeper into me. Tears came to his eyes. He cradled me to him and pushed into me one last time.
My ass grabbed him. He was throbbing, pulsing, pouring everything he had into me. Like the first night, he kept coming and coming. I held him as tightly as I could. His body stopped shaking, and he fell against me. His lips found mine. I wanted to kiss him forever. I wiped the tears from his eyes, tasting his salty sweetness.
“I never knew,” he said, his full weight on me.
“Me either.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“You could never hurt me.”
We fell asleep for a few minutes. I woke first when his cock left me. I felt so empty and silently begged him to get hard again. I didn’t want to move; I didn’t want to wake him up, but he opened his eyes moments later.
“Hi,” I said, kissing the top of his head.
“Hi. Am I too heavy on you?”
“Not at all.”
“How are you?” He raised on one elbow.
“I think at this moment in my life, I’m better than ever.”
“I want you again.”
“I’m yours.”
“Back at you.” He rested his head on my chest. “If you ever say you are afraid you can’t make me happy, I will slap you.” He raised his head, pressing his chin into my breastbone.
“Promise?” I couldn’t help but smile. I wanted to experience everything, all at once, with this beautiful man.
“Oh yeah, I promise. I’m going to move slightly. I want you to roll over onto your hands and knees. I’ve made love to you. Now I’m going to fuck you.”
“Oh baby, you know how to turn me on…”
He squirted some lube in my hand and told me to lube his cock. He was only semi-hard before I touched him. Within seconds he was fully erect, his shaft glistening with lube and the barest touch of precum at his slit.
“Enough!” He exclaimed, pulling his cock away, “I want to fuck you, not shoot my load in your face.” His tone was mocking, bordering on dominant, just enough to make me hard as a rock.
He moved behind me and placed his oversized hands on my ass cheeks, and spread them.
“You have such a beautiful ass. I can see the barest hint of cum glistening at your hole.”
He moved closer and pushed his cockhead at my back door. He didn’t bother to knock. He was going in regardless. He pushed insistently until I opened to him and, without pause, sunk his cock into me.
“Oh yeah. That’s it, lover, open to me…feel me…”
Like he did before, he pulled back almost to my entrance and stroked slowly back into me. Our moans were loud, synced together, and filled every available part of the room. He did it again, only this time he didn’t stroke back into me as slowly. He was stretching me beyond any limit I’d ever known.
“Are you ready for me, Austin? I want to give you everything I have.”
“Yes,” I pleaded. I dug my hands tightly into the bed and spread my legs to find my center point. Owen started slowly, but soon enough, he was pounding into me. It felt so good, so raw, and so fucking hot. I’d watched porn and watched the faces of the men getting fucked. I never saw a man appreciate what was being done to him. All I could see was an expression of, ‘Come on, cum already, let’s get this over with.’ I never wanted Owen to cum. I never wanted this ever to stop. I felt his hand leave my ass, and a moment later, he brought it down across my ass with a resounding slap.
Holy fuck!
I reached between my legs and pinched the head of my cock to stop it from coming just as he slapped my ass again. Sweat dripped off him across my back, and he slapped my ass again. I was begging him for more. I never wanted him to stop. He slapped me once, twice, three times in quick succession. I was delirious. He was taking me to a place I’d never been before.
“Oh fuck!” he yelled, “I’m going to cum!” He slammed into me, taking one last slap with both hands across both my ass cheeks.
Silence fell. His cock was throbbing so hard inside of me that I thought he was going to explode. His labored breathing was heavy and hot across my back. I rose into his arms, my back to his front. He kissed my neck and bit into my back, sucking my shoulder. He was marking me again. I didn’t ever think the smile would leave my face.
“Roll onto your side.” He took me with him, and we were spooned together. “Please don’t move. I don’t want ever to leave you.” He wrapped his arms around me and held me tighter to him. His body shook so hard the bed vibrated. I wished I was the one holding him.
“I’m not going anywhere” was the only thing I could say to him.
Lovers and Friends
I woke with a start. The clock on the nightstand read 11:09 p.m. We’d been asleep for close to two hours. I rolled over and looked at Owen; somehow, he was still sleeping. A smile touched his sensual lips.
He was right about one thing. I was ravenously hungry—a primal hunger I’d never felt before. I slipped quietly from the bed to the kitchen. The stew smelled delicious. I divided equal portions into large soup bowls, cut up some chunks of fresh bread I bought in town, and grabbed a gallon jug of water. No glasses—we were men and could drink straight from the bottle! I made my way back to the bedroom.
“Hey, you,” I said, standing in the doorway. He opened his eyes and looked at me in total wonderment, melting my insides.
“Oh, you know the way to a man’s heart!” he said, deeply breathing and smelling the food.
“I’m learning.”
“I need to piss first.” He jumped up from the bed. I placed the tray on the bed and followed him into the bathroom, catching up with him before he reached the toilet.
“Shower,” I said, directing him with words alone. His eyes lit up.
We stood facing each other, cocks in hand. I looked down at my cock, willing it to open up; he looked at me. I felt my piss start, a little dribble, and a moment later, a deluge. I pissed up across his chest, over his cock, and down his legs. He responded with a thick stream that reached my face, kissed my lips, and down across my chest to my cock. I’d wanted to do this since the moment I met him.
“Oh yeah,” I groaned, enjoying his warm piss flooding over me. I stepped closer to him, our cocks touching still pissing, and kissed him.
“My kinky lover.” He moaned, pulling me into his arms. “One day, I’m going to piss in your ass.”
“Oh fuck. You have to stop; my balls are blue as they are.”
“Soon.” He reached behind me and turned the shower on. Owen took special care to wash me inside and out, but he didn’t use the wand this time. He let his cock do all the work. I loved feeling him sliding in and out of me. How he always started slowly, ensuring I was open to him, and then picking up the speed until he was thrusting in and out of me uncontrollably. Once again, he came hard and held his body tightly against mine while the warm shower water ran over our bodies.