Mikey took George deeper, lips locking his bearded mouth tight around the base, burrowing into his crotch.
George squeezed down, watching Mikey’s blunt, pink, drippy head emerge from the foreskin fully. With his other hand, he reached for Mikey’s testicles, already knowing what he’d find. Mikey’s nuts were gone, already drawn up inside and ready to burst.
He let go entirely, elevating himself plank-style before Mikey had a chance to climax. Mikey groaned, lifting to stay connected at both ends, but George came up all the way—bending his knees and sitting—forcing Mikey’s mouth farther back, behind George’s sack.
He breathed in deeply, audibly, inhaling George and snorting like an animal. His tongue traced up the seam there, insatiable, hunger intensifying. His fingers grasped at George’s ass cheeks, spreading them wider, and he buried his furry face deep in the crevice.
It surprised George a little, though he should have expected it. Once he got going, Mikey did things abruptly and fully committed. It was another of his traits George had grown accustomed to.
“You want me to cuss now, Mikey?” he asked. “There’s a lot I could say while you got your mouth full.”
If Mikey heard, he didn’t answer. Instead, he spread George wider, lapping at his crack and zeroing in on the pucker, prying at its tiny taut folds.
George lowered himself more.
“Look at that, folks. I’ve got the best fucking seat in the house.”
His humor prompted Mikey to press farther, nuzzling intimately, his beard tickling George’s inner-most thighs by degrees well beyond titillation. It was hard not to release his full-weight, collapsing into the pleasure—but he knew Mikey needed oxygen, so instead, he reached out, raking Mikey’s chest-hair and tweaking his nipples.
Mikey’s hips responded, rising, and George could see that supreme uncut cock, stretching toward him, as if sniffing prey and elongating—precum seeping from its cyclopic eye.
Now there was a finger inside him, and his own erection—rigid and throbbing from Mikey’s ravenous burrowing—cried in response.
“I need you in me now,” George said, lifting up and off of him.
“No, George.” His face was red from friction. “I’ll come if you touch me. I know I will.”
George bent to kiss him. “It’s all good. I have a plan. Are you allergic to anything?”
“Chickpeas.”
“Really?” George’s brow furrowed. He was genuinely surprised. “I meant topical.”
“No.” Mikey panted. “Nothing else.”
“Good. You stay there.” George reached for one of the condom-sized packets. In it was a moist, folded wipe. He took it, carefully using the packaging to keep from touching it, and rubbed Mikey’s cock with it, all over the head and shaft.
“Ooh. That’s cold.”
George grinned, tossing the wipe away. “We’re going to put it someplace warm soon, I promise.” He opened another pack and removed a condom, rolling it onto Mikey’s fleshy flagpole.
After that, he greased himself and Mikey up with plenty of clear jelly from the tube. He then lifted his leg up and over, straddling Mikey again but this time facing each other.
He reached behind him and found Mikey still hard and slick. “Are you ready for this?” George asked.
“I hope so.”
George guided him in and slowly sank. “Ah.” He sighed, shimmying his pelvis to acclimate. “Oh, my God, I’ve missed this.”
Mikey arched up, and George met his thrust with counterweight, sinking heavily.
“How are you doing down there, big guy? How does it feel?”
Mikey’s eyes were wide with wonder. “I don’t feel much at all. This isreallygood,” he said. “I didn’t cum... and I don’t think I’m gonna. What did you do, George? It’s magic.”
George chuckled. “No. It’s science. I’ll explain later. Right now, I want you to fuck me like there’s no tomorrow.”
That was all the encouragement Mikey needed. He began bucking upward like a bronco and George rode him two-handed, clutching at his chest for support.
