He works into a stride, reading my body perfectly, giving me time to adjust until we find our rhythm like we did on the dance floor. Soon we’re a jumbled mess of sweat and hot breath and moans and so many primalsounds.
He growls before pulling out quickly. He grabs my legs and helps me onto my front so that I’m on my knees, then pushes back in, totally dominating me. He wraps his arm around my throat and kisses behind my ear, and I lean back intoit.
The combination of it all—the kisses, the way he’s pushing within me, the intensity of his movements—it’s all too much for me. I don’t know how much longer I can makeit.
When he reaches around and grabs my dick, stroking, I warn him, “Eric, I’mclose.”
“I know,” he says into my ear. “So amI.”
Soon it’s too late for me, and I spray my load across the sheets. He takes into his hand some that remains on the head of my dick, then pulls back. I turn and watch as he puts it into his mouth,licking.
I feel a series of sharp jerks, and his wide-eyed expression assures me he’s coming too. He grunts and groans, grabbing my face and pulling me to him for another kiss, and I taste myself onhim.
As he continues pushing within me, I’m so hypersensitive, so on edge, that it continues stimulating me, making me feel like I’m about to shootagain.
He relaxes and falls against my back, wrapping his arms around metightly.
I recover from my ownclimax.
It’s hard to be logical or think straight when all that feels real or right is everything we just experienced together—each caress, each growl, each push that sent energy radiating through mybody.
All I know is that I’m not done yet, that Eric needs to keep fucking me until we can’t fuck anymore, until our bodies are so tired that we physicallycan’t.
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IwatchJesse as he rides in on his surfboard, sliding up onto the shore. He hops off and jumps up and down with excitement, raising his arms in the air, thrilled as fuck that he was finally able to accomplish what he’s been trying to do for the past fewdays.
Such a silly thing, but pride for him wells within me as I high-fivehim.
I want to throw my arms around him and force my tongue down his throat, but considering how crowded the beach is, I decide againstit.
It’s been a few days since Ty left, and we’ve both settled into…whatever the fuck this is. I don’t need a name for it as long as I can still have fun withJesse.
We’ve abandoned our worries and are just enjoying this vacation for what it is. It’s only been five days—five incredible days we’ve shared—but it feels like so much longer. We’ve spent most of the time in my condo, fucking in the shower or the bedroom or the living room—anywhere and everywhere—Jesse calling out my name without shame or uneasiness. He’s totally embracing this side of himself that’s interested in fucking guys, and I’m eagerly sharing in what seems like my formative teen years when I first discovered how amazing my dick could reallybe.
There’s an ease in his expression as I pull away from him. He’s panting from the workout of spending the morning surfing, his grin as broad as ever. His eyes are lit up in the sunlight, his skin finally healed up from the burn he experienced a few days earlier. Now it’s this beautiful bronzecolor.
We hit a few more waves before returning our rental boards and grabbing some lunch. We chat about some work stuff that came up for me that I have to review this afternoon. Nothing major. Accounts I need to go over, and reports of some start-up companies I’m keeping an eye on as potentialinvestments.
When we return to the condo, I shower before heading into the living room, where Jesse sits on the couch, scrolling through the Netflix menu with theremote.
I crash down beside him. He’s still in his swim trunks, and I have no desire to keep my distance from that hot body ofhis.
“You’re still wet,” he says playfully, turning to me, a smile across hisface.
I can’t resist. I kiss him, and he doesn’t pull away. “Can’t be that much of a problem for you, Iguess.”
“Well, clearly I like when you get mewet.”
I throw my arm over his shoulders before pulling back and turning to the TV. “What are you lookingfor?”
“Figured we could watch amovie.”
“You’ve been all about Netflix ever since I told you we get different movieshere.”
Something I learned a long time ago from a friend was that Netflix licenses different movies for Mexico than the United States, so I opened Jesse’s eyes to a whole new world of movies he wouldn’t normally get to watch on his ownaccount.
