(This is Part 2. Part one is here.)
I woke up slowly. My head didn’t hurt but it felt like my thoughts were lagging behind somehow. Probably the third round of scotch was overkill. No regrets.
Right?
I didn’t regret anything…did I?
I opened my eyes wide.
Holy shit. How did that even happen?
My naked body was tangled in blankets with pillows scattered around me. I’d clearly slept quite restlessly, but I barely remembered it. What I did remember was now practically screaming in my brain.
Todd. Naked. Holding my cock. Smiling at me. Holding me. Me holding him.
Fuck.
But he wasn’t there in my room with me, so…so obviously things wrapped up somehow. I remembered his arms around me, his body against me as we stood pressed together in the living room. I remembered we laughed a little. We cleaned up and just stayed naked together.
Right.
That’s why I had the second glass—to stay comfortable with that part.
The third came when I started thinking about my skin too much.
We’d spent a few hours eating whatever we could find that we didn’t need to cook and lounging on the couch. I remembered his loose balls and dick hanging across his leg as he draped himself like a model on the couch. And I remembered him letting me look and me not hiding my gawking.
I kept replaying his eyes fixed on me, that generous, entranced look he’d had. I needed to keep that in the front of my mind as I kept getting flashes of the night and how consumed I’d been by his presence. I had to remember…that he’d felt it too.
I finally threw a leg over the side of the bed and pushed myself upright. Standing, I saw my reflection in the mirror across the room, dimly lit by the morning seeping out through the edges of my curtains. I stopped. I stood and looked.
The warmth of the bed had left me loose and soft. My balls hung generously and my cock was slightly swollen as it always was in the morning. I ran my hands across my stomach, through the dark, coarse hair there, felt the ridge of my muscles and tried to see it the way Todd had seen it. I’d spent so long staring at my body in my life…never with the kind of attention he’d given me last night. Always with scorn or at least a critique. I let my hand down to my balls and tugged on them gently, just breathing with the sensation of my own hand and looking myself over. I almost felt ok with it all for a moment.
I heard a creak and rustle out beyond my door in the living room.
He was awake too.
I hesitated, considering my next move. I could just go out like this. I felt good about how my dick looked at that moment…why not capitalize on it?
And then I considered the possibility that I’d open the door to find him fully clothed and me just naked for no fucking reason. Even with everything we’d shared now, that seemed terrifying enough that, without even negotiating with myself, I had my flannel pants in-hand and was pulling them on quickly. I had a t-shirt nearly on, too, but I stopped.
It wasn’t cold. I didn’t need it. Maybe this time I could just…at least try to be this guy.
Shirtless, with my pajama pants strung loosely at my hips, the vague tops of my pubes even creeping out, I walked carefully over to the door. It wasn’t closed all the way. I eased it open silently with my fingers, just to see what I was walking out to first.
I saw Todd’s silhouette against the early light pouring in through the wide windows beside the fireplace. He looked just like he had last night…that stance, like a statue carved on the spot. He was firm, sharp, solid…and I realized after my eyes adjusted, he was naked. Standing in front of the wall of glass, staring out at the morning, the line of his tapered waist curving with his rounded ass and his broad shoulders gently rising and falling as he just seemed to be taking it all in.
I leaned against the doorframe for a minute and just stared, obscured by the shadow of the alcove.
His hand drifted in front of him for a moment, and the unmistakable rise and fall of his arm drew all of my attention. He turned ever so slightly. Just enough. The line of his rigid cock jutted out from his dark shape. I breathed deeply and rubbed my hand against my chest…to feel my own presence for a minute, or to maybe hope to calm my suddenly racing heartbeat. I watched him move slowly, mindlessly, his hand just rubbing and teasing his dick as he stood.
I let my hand drift down to paw at my pajama pants, feeling my own swelling cock against the soft fabric. I pushed my hand down behind the waistband and squeezed my penis with a downward force that made my glans swell against my fingers. I got very hard very fast.
“Hey,” I heard him say, even though he hadn’t turned around fully still.
“H-hi,” I said, my voice croaking with morning tightness.
“You sleep ok?” he asked, his hand still lazily pulling on his cock as he turned to face me now.
“Yeah, I think so,” I said, my hand still down my pants as I stood up straighter to meet his stance.
“I was worried that the last glass knocked you out,” he laughed softly, his voice still groggy with the morning too.
“No, I’m good,” I said, just letting my eyes wander over his hairy legs, his ass, his rising and falling chest, his draping balls and his erect cock.
He didn’t flinch. He just let me stare at him. He was staring back too. We were obviously tired, slow, easing into the morning—but there was already a magnetic energy emerging. I let it lure me forward and stepped slowly out of the doorframe and into the living room. He stepped toward me, too, holding his dick loosely. We met in the broad rectangle of sunlight that was now warming the floor. I could see him so much more clearly, and I felt the light bouncing off my bare chest just as his free hand came up and stroked my arm softly. He was smiling, but his eyes still looked sleepy.
“Nice way to start,” he said quietly.
“Yeah, it is,” I said.
I felt my pajama pants slip a little more with each motion. My ass was practically hanging out of them. My hand, still dragging on my cock slowly, was also pushing the flannel waistband down with every movement. Finally they just softly cascaded around my ankles and I stepped out of them.
“Even better,” he chuckled lightly.
Our eyes met. I smiled. He just looked transfixed.
To be here, like this, in the morning without the fatigue of the day or the fog of alcohol to soften my attention—it all felt so different than it had last night. Cleaner. Clearer. More focused. Our eyes lingered on one another in a way that seemed to take in everything that the frenzy of the night before had missed. I studied his face, the way his nostrils moved gently as he breathed, the fade of his hair into the stubble that covered his angular cheeks. His eyes seemed to be wandering over my face and beard and chest with the same deeply attuned awareness.
With one hand I slowly stroked myself, and with the other I rubbed and massaged his chest. He breathed heavily, and his free hand wandered up my arm, over my shoulder, to the back of my neck.
And before I knew what was happening, he pulled my face toward his and our lips met.
Oh shit. This was new.
The tip of his tongue met my own for a flash as our mouths locked together more forcefully. My hands went to his waist and held him close. Our cocks bumped against each other as he kept one hand gently on my neck and his other arm slid up my back to guide me in even closer. I felt the scratch of his stubble against my face. I’d never felt anything like that before. It made my cock surge to feel his roughness against my own, and yet also feel his soft, tender lips as we kissed slowly, deeply, breathing together. I heard a small groan swell from his throat as he was methodically grinding his cock against mine.
He pushed himself back for a second.
“Sorry…sorry, man, that was probably too much,” he gasped slightly with a nervous smile. “I just…kind of couldn’t help myself.”
“No, no…not too much,” I said, barely able to catch my breath as I felt my dick brush against his torso. “That was…I liked it.”
“Yeah?” he asked, smiling more widely with relief. “I…I wasn’t sure. But…couldn’t really help–“
I brought my hand up to his face and brushed it against his sharp jaw and the bristling hair there. He stopped talking and just stared into my eyes while I gently touched his stubble.
“This feels nice,” I said. “Different. But really nice.”
I leaned in and wrapped my lips around his again. He sighed heavily into my mouth and let me hug him closer. Our chests merged together as our arms encircled one another.
He laughed into my mouth a little as he leaned heavily against me, breathless and yet also powerful as I felt his muscles barely containing his energy.
“Fuck man,” he breathed, resting his forehead against mine. “I almost did that last night but…I didn’t want to freak you out. Even after…everything else…this feels like…I don’t know.”
“Like being wanted,” I said.
He sighed heavily as he held me close.
“Yeah,” he whispered. “And it makes me feel sort of wild.”
“I like when you lose control a little,” I chuckled, holding his shoulders as we breathed together, our cocks slowly grinding into one another.
He smiled and kissed my neck. Like he had the night before. I closed my eyes and groaned slightly as he gripped me with a kind of strength I could actually fall into a little.
And I could feel that he could hold me—not just a hug, but he could take the weight of me without wavering. That was a new feeling too.
I felt him shift, not pushing but guiding me back gently. I stepped backwards carefully, leaning against his unyielding arms, finding the hair on his forearms with my fingers as I let him release me down on the couch with a cushioned bounce onto my back.
Before I could even speak he was suddenly on top of me, straddling my thighs with his wide knees.
For a moment his hands rested on my firm chest and we just stared at each other. He breathed heavily, looking like he suddenly wasn’t sure if he quite knew how he got there.
“You ok?” I asked with a smile, feeling our leg hair brush together as he looked down at me.
He ran his hands slowly down my chest and over my stomach. His eyes followed his fingers as they swirled gently through my pubic hair and slid down on either side of my scrotum. He pushed his hips forward slightly and let his own balls rest on top of mine as his hands held everything together, our combined heat keeping us soft.
“I just…like to have you close like this,” said Todd. “Your body…your…your attention.”
“You definitely have my attention,” I laughed lightly as our cocks bounced off one another.
“I know,” he said earnestly. “It’s kind of all I’ve ever wanted…from the beginning I think.”
He looked into my eyes and a smile flickered across his face, but I could tell he suddenly felt like he’d said too much. Even now, like this, naked and touching and holding, he looked like he felt exposed.
I let my hands fall and grip his thighs, sliding our hips together firmly. Then with all my might I sat up, my abs tight as I let him shift around until I was sitting upright against the back of the couch and he still straddled me. I wrapped my arms around his waist, our cocks running up and down together.
“Kiss me again,” I said quietly. “Like you wanted to last night.”
His white teeth appeared through his smiling lips and his eyes were bright. He eagerly dove toward me and ran his hands over my smooth head as his mouth crashed into mine and his hips gyrated against me. I let my hands cover his firm ass as we moved slowly together. Our tongues pushed and swirled against one another as the weight of him forced my breath out hard and fast.
Oh.
This is what he meant.
Ok. Wow.
His hands left my head and started fumbling around on the couch for a moment while he refused to take his lips away. Finally I looked out of the corner of my eye to see that he was trying to find the bottle of lube from last night that was sandwiched beneath the pillows beside us.
I smiled in our unending kiss and reached over for it myself.
I popped it open and generously drizzled the shining liquid on our cocks. I closed it and tossed it aside. With my right hand, I wrapped my fist around our penises together, feeling the ridge of his swollen head slip and flick across my encircling fingers as he started moaning into my mouth and pushing a bit more frantically against me.
Holding our cocks together firmly, I humped slowly and deliberately. Todd backed away from my lips finally, his face a little red and his eyes wide. He panted heavily until he finally found the presence of mind to meet my pace. I could tell it was taking him more effort than he may have expected to slow down and stay with me. But as his mouth fell open and his hands rested on my shoulders, I could see he liked the intentionality. His eyes closed for a moment and his back arched as our throbbing cocks glided back and forth on one another, my hand holding them directly together. He took a few slow, humming breaths.
I just watched him.
Felt him.
Let him go wherever he was going for a minute.
His muscles twitched as he moved. His chest kept swelling and falling with a kind of vibration. His hairy, muscular stomach undulated when he pulled and pushed his cock against mine. His hand went up to his head and brushed his dark hair back as he sighed, his bicep flexing a little as his arm moved slowly. I felt my cock swell even more at the sight of his lithe but firm strength. He let himself follow my rising and falling hips, finally opening his eyes as his hands fell back onto my chest and brushed at my nipples gently.
Our breathing was louder, and we were both softly groaning and grunting with each push and stroke together. He kept one hand on my chest while the other slid down and cupped my balls while our penises continued to move along one another in sync.
He let go of my chest and brought his hand down to cover my fist. As we pumped into my hand, for a moment I thought he meant to take over, like he had last night. But instead his hand just gripped over mine, squeezing it to make the friction on our cocks that much more intense.
I groaned as he tightened my hand around our cocks with his own fingers. His other hand came up to encircle my fist now entirely. He held my grip with both of his hands, riding my lap and thrusting while our cocks slid together, faster, with his chest puffed and heaving.
“This feels…so…fucking…good,” he moaned, shaking his head in disbelief. “Whenever I see you like this, I just…it always just takes me in.
His smile flickered and relaxed as his eyes opened and closed while he rocked.
“Ughhhh…yeah, hold our cocks together” he whispered. “I love feeling you like this…”
He squeezed our hands together more as he breathed out his moans. Our balls rolled gingerly over one another as we moved together. I realized the slit of his dick was leaking precum generously, keeping the lube slick and smooth. The way his hands were held together squeezed his arms inward enough to push his pecs out even further.
“Oh god…” he breathed as his movements became longer, deeper, more forceful.
I felt the head of his cock slide along my frenulum rapidly as he was moving now with far more force. I couldn’t help but meet his motion with my own pushing and lunging enthusiasm. The wet, smacking sound of our dicks flying between our joined fists was getting louder and louder. My own cock head was fuller as I pumped as well.
With my free hand I reached up and rubbed his chest, moving all over until my fingers made their way up his neck and I held the back of his head softly. He leaned in with my gentle guidance until our faces nearly touched, his rapid breath against me. Our cheeks met.
“I…I’m gonna…” he breathed.
“Yeah, go, come on,” I whispered.
I pushed my mouth forward onto his as our tongues mashed into one another—thick, wet, firm, pressing together. He started thrusting wildly, moaning loudly while he kissed and sucked on my mouth.
“Fuck…fuck…oh god,” he panted.
He arched back again suddenly, his hands moving to my thighs, his chest broad and open to me as he pumped wildly.
“Oh shit!” I cried out.
I hadn’t realized how close I’d gotten until my body took over—jerking, pulsing, unraveling—as I thrusted more rapidly than he even was.
His eyes went wide.
All at once my hips bucked, my abs clenched, and my eyes went unfocused for a moment when I felt a thick burst of cum explode from my cock inside my hand, rocketing forward and streaming across Todd’s dick and pubes.
“Oh—uhhhhh—fuuuuck,” I breathed as more and more semen poured through my fingers, pushed out and mixed with lube as Todd kept thrusting vigorously.
“Don’t st…don’t…don’t let go,” he groaned as his shoulders started spasming rapidly.
His chest rose and then stayed full for a moment until he fell forward toward me.
“Ohhhhhh….god….ooooooohhhhhh”
His face rushed against mine and our lips met softly while he jerked and twisted and I felt the pulsing of his cock in my hand, against my own slightly softened dick. His cum spilled out, warmly running down my balls.
He fell fully against me and I caught him with both hands, my wet fingers against his firm back. He kept kissing me softly until the deep sigh between us seemed to collapse us both into each other.
Finally, after he seemed to recover his frame of mind, he rolled off me carefully and fell back onto the couch.
The wetness strung out across my leg as he moved to lie limply against the cushions with his arm falling toward the floor.
“Holy shit, man,” he breathed heavily as his firm leg stretched out across my lap.
“Yeah,” I said quietly, slowing my breath and turning to look at him spread out before me. His legs fell open widely as his glistening cock and balls spread across his thigh. It coaxed me in again. Without hesitation I bent and stretched toward him. His arms came up to meet me.
I let him hold me as I laid myself out broadly on top of him for a moment. I kissed his neck as he sighed and his long arms wrapped around me. Our legs entwined as I kissed his shoulders, his chest, his face—slowly, methodically, breathing deeply with each touch. He rubbed my back. Finally I slid limply beside him, between his strong, hairy body and the soft back of the couch. He turned slightly, letting me wedge in as he pressed his ass against my softened cock and the wetness across my torso. He wrapped my arm around him as we spooned quietly on the couch, staring at the morning light growing broadly across the living room floor. He took my hand and held it against his chest and we were just quiet. Together.
* * *
I woke up slowly. My head didn’t hurt but it felt like my thoughts were lagging behind somehow. Probably the third round of scotch was overkill. No regrets.
Right?
I didn’t regret anything…did I?
I opened my eyes wide.
Holy shit. How did that even happen?
My naked body was tangled in blankets with pillows scattered around me. I’d clearly slept quite restlessly, but I barely remembered it. What I did remember was now practically screaming in my brain.
Todd. Naked. Holding my cock. Smiling at me. Holding me. Me holding him.
Fuck.
But he wasn’t there in my room with me, so…so obviously things wrapped up somehow. I remembered his arms around me, his body against me as we stood pressed together in the living room. I remembered we laughed a little. We cleaned up and just stayed naked together.
Right.
That’s why I had the second glass—to stay comfortable with that part.
The third came when I started thinking about my skin too much.
We’d spent a few hours eating whatever we could find that we didn’t need to cook and lounging on the couch. I remembered his loose balls and dick hanging across his leg as he draped himself like a model on the couch. And I remembered him letting me look and me not hiding my gawking.
I kept replaying his eyes fixed on me, that generous, entranced look he’d had. I needed to keep that in the front of my mind as I kept getting flashes of the night and how consumed I’d been by his presence. I had to remember…that he’d felt it too.
I finally threw a leg over the side of the bed and pushed myself upright. Standing, I saw my reflection in the mirror across the room, dimly lit by the morning seeping out through the edges of my curtains. I stopped. I stood and looked.
The warmth of the bed had left me loose and soft. My balls hung generously and my cock was slightly swollen as it always was in the morning. I ran my hands across my stomach, through the dark, coarse hair there, felt the ridge of my muscles and tried to see it the way Todd had seen it. I’d spent so long staring at my body in my life…never with the kind of attention he’d given me last night. Always with scorn or at least a critique. I let my hand down to my balls and tugged on them gently, just breathing with the sensation of my own hand and looking myself over. I almost felt ok with it all for a moment.
I heard a creak and rustle out beyond my door in the living room.
He was awake too.
I hesitated, considering my next move. I could just go out like this. I felt good about how my dick looked at that moment…why not capitalize on it?
And then I considered the possibility that I’d open the door to find him fully clothed and me just naked for no fucking reason. Even with everything we’d shared now, that seemed terrifying enough that, without even negotiating with myself, I had my flannel pants in-hand and was pulling them on quickly. I had a t-shirt nearly on, too, but I stopped.
It wasn’t cold. I didn’t need it. Maybe this time I could just…at least try to be this guy.
Shirtless, with my pajama pants strung loosely at my hips, the vague tops of my pubes even creeping out, I walked carefully over to the door. It wasn’t closed all the way. I eased it open silently with my fingers, just to see what I was walking out to first.
I saw Todd’s silhouette against the early light pouring in through the wide windows beside the fireplace. He looked just like he had last night…that stance, like a statue carved on the spot. He was firm, sharp, solid…and I realized after my eyes adjusted, he was naked. Standing in front of the wall of glass, staring out at the morning, the line of his tapered waist curving with his rounded ass and his broad shoulders gently rising and falling as he just seemed to be taking it all in.
I leaned against the doorframe for a minute and just stared, obscured by the shadow of the alcove.
His hand drifted in front of him for a moment, and the unmistakable rise and fall of his arm drew all of my attention. He turned ever so slightly. Just enough. The line of his rigid cock jutted out from his dark shape. I breathed deeply and rubbed my hand against my chest…to feel my own presence for a minute, or to maybe hope to calm my suddenly racing heartbeat. I watched him move slowly, mindlessly, his hand just rubbing and teasing his dick as he stood.
I let my hand drift down to paw at my pajama pants, feeling my own swelling cock against the soft fabric. I pushed my hand down behind the waistband and squeezed my penis with a downward force that made my glans swell against my fingers. I got very hard very fast.
“Hey,” I heard him say, even though he hadn’t turned around fully still.
“H-hi,” I said, my voice croaking with morning tightness.
“You sleep ok?” he asked, his hand still lazily pulling on his cock as he turned to face me now.
“Yeah, I think so,” I said, my hand still down my pants as I stood up straighter to meet his stance.
“I was worried that the last glass knocked you out,” he laughed softly, his voice still groggy with the morning too.
“No, I’m good,” I said, just letting my eyes wander over his hairy legs, his ass, his rising and falling chest, his draping balls and his erect cock.
He didn’t flinch. He just let me stare at him. He was staring back too. We were obviously tired, slow, easing into the morning—but there was already a magnetic energy emerging. I let it lure me forward and stepped slowly out of the doorframe and into the living room. He stepped toward me, too, holding his dick loosely. We met in the broad rectangle of sunlight that was now warming the floor. I could see him so much more clearly, and I felt the light bouncing off my bare chest just as his free hand came up and stroked my arm softly. He was smiling, but his eyes still looked sleepy.
“Nice way to start,” he said quietly.
“Yeah, it is,” I said.
I felt my pajama pants slip a little more with each motion. My ass was practically hanging out of them. My hand, still dragging on my cock slowly, was also pushing the flannel waistband down with every movement. Finally they just softly cascaded around my ankles and I stepped out of them.
“Even better,” he chuckled lightly.
Our eyes met. I smiled. He just looked transfixed.
To be here, like this, in the morning without the fatigue of the day or the fog of alcohol to soften my attention—it all felt so different than it had last night. Cleaner. Clearer. More focused. Our eyes lingered on one another in a way that seemed to take in everything that the frenzy of the night before had missed. I studied his face, the way his nostrils moved gently as he breathed, the fade of his hair into the stubble that covered his angular cheeks. His eyes seemed to be wandering over my face and beard and chest with the same deeply attuned awareness.
With one hand I slowly stroked myself, and with the other I rubbed and massaged his chest. He breathed heavily, and his free hand wandered up my arm, over my shoulder, to the back of my neck.
And before I knew what was happening, he pulled my face toward his and our lips met.
Oh shit. This was new.
The tip of his tongue met my own for a flash as our mouths locked together more forcefully. My hands went to his waist and held him close. Our cocks bumped against each other as he kept one hand gently on my neck and his other arm slid up my back to guide me in even closer. I felt the scratch of his stubble against my face. I’d never felt anything like that before. It made my cock surge to feel his roughness against my own, and yet also feel his soft, tender lips as we kissed slowly, deeply, breathing together. I heard a small groan swell from his throat as he was methodically grinding his cock against mine.
He pushed himself back for a second.
“Sorry…sorry, man, that was probably too much,” he gasped slightly with a nervous smile. “I just…kind of couldn’t help myself.”
“No, no…not too much,” I said, barely able to catch my breath as I felt my dick brush against his torso. “That was…I liked it.”
“Yeah?” he asked, smiling more widely with relief. “I…I wasn’t sure. But…couldn’t really help–“
I brought my hand up to his face and brushed it against his sharp jaw and the bristling hair there. He stopped talking and just stared into my eyes while I gently touched his stubble.
“This feels nice,” I said. “Different. But really nice.”
I leaned in and wrapped my lips around his again. He sighed heavily into my mouth and let me hug him closer. Our chests merged together as our arms encircled one another.
He laughed into my mouth a little as he leaned heavily against me, breathless and yet also powerful as I felt his muscles barely containing his energy.
“Fuck man,” he breathed, resting his forehead against mine. “I almost did that last night but…I didn’t want to freak you out. Even after…everything else…this feels like…I don’t know.”
“Like being wanted,” I said.
He sighed heavily as he held me close.
“Yeah,” he whispered. “And it makes me feel sort of wild.”
“I like when you lose control a little,” I chuckled, holding his shoulders as we breathed together, our cocks slowly grinding into one another.
He smiled and kissed my neck. Like he had the night before. I closed my eyes and groaned slightly as he gripped me with a kind of strength I could actually fall into a little.
And I could feel that he could hold me—not just a hug, but he could take the weight of me without wavering. That was a new feeling too.
I felt him shift, not pushing but guiding me back gently. I stepped backwards carefully, leaning against his unyielding arms, finding the hair on his forearms with my fingers as I let him release me down on the couch with a cushioned bounce onto my back.
Before I could even speak he was suddenly on top of me, straddling my thighs with his wide knees.
For a moment his hands rested on my firm chest and we just stared at each other. He breathed heavily, looking like he suddenly wasn’t sure if he quite knew how he got there.
“You ok?” I asked with a smile, feeling our leg hair brush together as he looked down at me.
He ran his hands slowly down my chest and over my stomach. His eyes followed his fingers as they swirled gently through my pubic hair and slid down on either side of my scrotum. He pushed his hips forward slightly and let his own balls rest on top of mine as his hands held everything together, our combined heat keeping us soft.
“I just…like to have you close like this,” said Todd. “Your body…your…your attention.”
“You definitely have my attention,” I laughed lightly as our cocks bounced off one another.
“I know,” he said earnestly. “It’s kind of all I’ve ever wanted…from the beginning I think.”
He looked into my eyes and a smile flickered across his face, but I could tell he suddenly felt like he’d said too much. Even now, like this, naked and touching and holding, he looked like he felt exposed.
I let my hands fall and grip his thighs, sliding our hips together firmly. Then with all my might I sat up, my abs tight as I let him shift around until I was sitting upright against the back of the couch and he still straddled me. I wrapped my arms around his waist, our cocks running up and down together.
“Kiss me again,” I said quietly. “Like you wanted to last night.”
His white teeth appeared through his smiling lips and his eyes were bright. He eagerly dove toward me and ran his hands over my smooth head as his mouth crashed into mine and his hips gyrated against me. I let my hands cover his firm ass as we moved slowly together. Our tongues pushed and swirled against one another as the weight of him forced my breath out hard and fast.
Oh.
This is what he meant.
Ok. Wow.
His hands left my head and started fumbling around on the couch for a moment while he refused to take his lips away. Finally I looked out of the corner of my eye to see that he was trying to find the bottle of lube from last night that was sandwiched beneath the pillows beside us.
I smiled in our unending kiss and reached over for it myself.
I popped it open and generously drizzled the shining liquid on our cocks. I closed it and tossed it aside. With my right hand, I wrapped my fist around our penises together, feeling the ridge of his swollen head slip and flick across my encircling fingers as he started moaning into my mouth and pushing a bit more frantically against me.
Holding our cocks together firmly, I humped slowly and deliberately. Todd backed away from my lips finally, his face a little red and his eyes wide. He panted heavily until he finally found the presence of mind to meet my pace. I could tell it was taking him more effort than he may have expected to slow down and stay with me. But as his mouth fell open and his hands rested on my shoulders, I could see he liked the intentionality. His eyes closed for a moment and his back arched as our throbbing cocks glided back and forth on one another, my hand holding them directly together. He took a few slow, humming breaths.
I just watched him.
Felt him.
Let him go wherever he was going for a minute.
His muscles twitched as he moved. His chest kept swelling and falling with a kind of vibration. His hairy, muscular stomach undulated when he pulled and pushed his cock against mine. His hand went up to his head and brushed his dark hair back as he sighed, his bicep flexing a little as his arm moved slowly. I felt my cock swell even more at the sight of his lithe but firm strength. He let himself follow my rising and falling hips, finally opening his eyes as his hands fell back onto my chest and brushed at my nipples gently.
Our breathing was louder, and we were both softly groaning and grunting with each push and stroke together. He kept one hand on my chest while the other slid down and cupped my balls while our penises continued to move along one another in sync.
He let go of my chest and brought his hand down to cover my fist. As we pumped into my hand, for a moment I thought he meant to take over, like he had last night. But instead his hand just gripped over mine, squeezing it to make the friction on our cocks that much more intense.
I groaned as he tightened my hand around our cocks with his own fingers. His other hand came up to encircle my fist now entirely. He held my grip with both of his hands, riding my lap and thrusting while our cocks slid together, faster, with his chest puffed and heaving.
“This feels…so…fucking…good,” he moaned, shaking his head in disbelief. “Whenever I see you like this, I just…it always just takes me in.
His smile flickered and relaxed as his eyes opened and closed while he rocked.
“Ughhhh…yeah, hold our cocks together” he whispered. “I love feeling you like this…”
He squeezed our hands together more as he breathed out his moans. Our balls rolled gingerly over one another as we moved together. I realized the slit of his dick was leaking precum generously, keeping the lube slick and smooth. The way his hands were held together squeezed his arms inward enough to push his pecs out even further.
“Oh god…” he breathed as his movements became longer, deeper, more forceful.
I felt the head of his cock slide along my frenulum rapidly as he was moving now with far more force. I couldn’t help but meet his motion with my own pushing and lunging enthusiasm. The wet, smacking sound of our dicks flying between our joined fists was getting louder and louder. My own cock head was fuller as I pumped as well.
With my free hand I reached up and rubbed his chest, moving all over until my fingers made their way up his neck and I held the back of his head softly. He leaned in with my gentle guidance until our faces nearly touched, his rapid breath against me. Our cheeks met.
“I…I’m gonna…” he breathed.
“Yeah, go, come on,” I whispered.
I pushed my mouth forward onto his as our tongues mashed into one another—thick, wet, firm, pressing together. He started thrusting wildly, moaning loudly while he kissed and sucked on my mouth.
“Fuck…fuck…oh god,” he panted.
He arched back again suddenly, his hands moving to my thighs, his chest broad and open to me as he pumped wildly.
“Oh shit!” I cried out.
I hadn’t realized how close I’d gotten until my body took over—jerking, pulsing, unraveling—as I thrusted more rapidly than he even was.
His eyes went wide.
All at once my hips bucked, my abs clenched, and my eyes went unfocused for a moment when I felt a thick burst of cum explode from my cock inside my hand, rocketing forward and streaming across Todd’s dick and pubes.
“Oh—uhhhhh—fuuuuck,” I breathed as more and more semen poured through my fingers, pushed out and mixed with lube as Todd kept thrusting vigorously.
“Don’t st…don’t…don’t let go,” he groaned as his shoulders started spasming rapidly.
His chest rose and then stayed full for a moment until he fell forward toward me.
“Ohhhhhh….god….ooooooohhhhhh”
His face rushed against mine and our lips met softly while he jerked and twisted and I felt the pulsing of his cock in my hand, against my own slightly softened dick. His cum spilled out, warmly running down my balls.
He fell fully against me and I caught him with both hands, my wet fingers against his firm back. He kept kissing me softly until the deep sigh between us seemed to collapse us both into each other.
Finally, after he seemed to recover his frame of mind, he rolled off me carefully and fell back onto the couch.
The wetness strung out across my leg as he moved to lie limply against the cushions with his arm falling toward the floor.
“Holy shit, man,” he breathed heavily as his firm leg stretched out across my lap.
“Yeah,” I said quietly, slowing my breath and turning to look at him spread out before me. His legs fell open widely as his glistening cock and balls spread across his thigh. It coaxed me in again. Without hesitation I bent and stretched toward him. His arms came up to meet me.
I let him hold me as I laid myself out broadly on top of him for a moment. I kissed his neck as he sighed and his long arms wrapped around me. Our legs entwined as I kissed his shoulders, his chest, his face—slowly, methodically, breathing deeply with each touch. He rubbed my back. Finally I slid limply beside him, between his strong, hairy body and the soft back of the couch. He turned slightly, letting me wedge in as he pressed his ass against my softened cock and the wetness across my torso. He wrapped my arm around him as we spooned quietly on the couch, staring at the morning light growing broadly across the living room floor. He took my hand and held it against his chest and we were just quiet. Together.
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