Mark’s hands moved up and down my back then into my hair several times before he dropped them back to my ass. He squeezed my cheeks hard and pressed his hips upward to get me moving inside him. I immediately obliged him because that night was all about him, so I focused on that when his tight chute began milking an orgasm out of my balls.
I hovered above his chest and looked into his eyes as I began working myself in and out of him, slowly at first and then faster when I could see he needed more from me. I saw his eyes roll back in his head from pleasure each time I brushed up against his prostate. I looked down and saw pre-cum dripping from his cock.
I braced my weight on one arm and reached between our bodies so I could get my hands on his straining erection. I used the pre-cum as lubricant to stroke him up and down to the rhythm of my dick sliding in and out of his ass.
“So fucking good, Mitch.” His slurred words were those of a love-drunk man and it did amazing things for my heart to know I caused that reaction in him.
I felt the telltale signs of my pending orgasm tingle in my spine and then spread to my sac, causing it to draw tight up against my body. I worked Mark’s dick faster, wanting him to come with me or before me, never after. I could see how close he was by the tense play of muscle in his body and the clench of his ass on my erection.
I dug my knees into the mattress and angled for his prostate with every drive home while I worked his leaking cock faster. The mewls and whimpers that escaped his parted lips only added to the sexiness because he had been reduced to incoherent noises.
“Mitch,” he roared just as the first spray of creamy cum spurted out of his dick and landed on his abdomen. I kept driving hard against his prostate to get as much cum from him as he could give me. It felt like his orgasm went on forever and his painted spunk all over his stomach, chest, and even his chin looked good enough to eat.
I kept my eyes on Mark’s as my climax tore through me. I let him hear the ragged breaths I took as I rutted inside him until my cock exploded into the condom buried deep in his tight, perfect ass. I let him see the way he made me feel and how much I cherished the gift he gave to me.
I lay down on top of him and attacked his lips once I was spent. I felt his heart hammering against my chest just as I knew he felt mine. I didn’t care about the sticky mess we made because all I wanted to do was show him how much that moment meant to me.
Our breathing returned to normal, as did our brain function, so practicality had us easing away from one another to get cleaned off in the shower. We used that time to kiss and connect even more and I knew I’d never feel anything like that for another man. Mark was it for me and I just wanted to find the right time to tell him so.
We had just gone back for another long kiss when we heard a hard pounding on the bedroom door followed by the door getting kicked in. “Deacon, Mitch,” Vic called through the closed bathroom door, “we need to get the fuck out of here. The house has been set on fire.”
Every ounce of love-drunk euphoria we felt washed down the drain with the water.
