Ralph didn’t have to be told twice. He pushed the blunt head of his cock into Bo, breaching the seal, but slowly eased in. But Bo pushed back yet again, surprising Ralph, taking him all the way, seizing him.
“Hell yeah!” Ralph said.
“I’m yours, Ralph. As hard as you want.”
Ralph pulled partly out then plunged in deep again, slowly at first, long strokes, doing what he could to give Bo whatever he was craving. He kept his rhythm constant. At one point, he leaned back, attempting to lift Bo to an upright position. But Bo wasn’t having it, and he was too strong for Ralph to support without cooperation. He stayed on all fours, meeting Ralph’s piercing thrusts with equal power.
“Yeah, that’s it, Ralph. Fuck me like an animal. Wear. Me. Out.”
Ralph was trying, but the spontaneity and thrill of what was happening—the two of them,finally together—was overwhelming. He was quickly broaching the point of no return.
“Bo, I’m sorry. I—”
“NO,” Bo said, moving forward fast, completely unsheathing Ralph. “Not yet.”
He reached back and handed Ralph a pillow. “Here, put this under your knees and get on the floor.”
Ralph did as told and Bo shimmied down to where he was sitting at the foot of the mattress facing the fire. Ralph was there waiting in front of him.
“Are you ready to finish this?” Bo asked.
“I am, Bo. But I really wouldn’t mind sucking your dick right now.”
“Any other time, and you’ll get no argument from me. But right now, I need to be manhandled.” Bo lifted his legs and Ralph helped to rest them on his shoulders. “OK, stud. Let’s go.”
Ralph moved forward, slipping back into Bo with ease... hot, slick, wet, heaven. He quickly picked up and locked down a pace again, doing what he could to sustain it, wanting more than ever to please Bo and keep him in his happy place.
He watched Bo’s rapturous face below him, totally reliving his spank-bank fantasy—but this time it was the real deal and, oh, so much better. Bo’s warm eyes met his with a concurring grin. Ralph grinned back through rapid pants, trying to mask his stern, determined grimace... pushing that climax down, keeping it at bay, doing whatever he could to scratch Bo’s itch.
He was sweating from exertion. The fire in the fireplace behind him was roasting his back, but it was nothing compared to the heat where they connected—a searing nirvana so hot it felt as if they were merging permanently, forged by fire, soldered perhaps... a burning binding so strong, yet so delicate—the nexus of profound pleasure and absolute intimacy. If he could have avoided climax, Ralph would have done so gladly, anything, to sustain this ecstasy for hours... days... weeks.
But he knew that wasn’t possible, so instead, he grabbed Bo’s cock like a stick-shift and began stroking.
“You wanna come first, Bo? I think I can go a little longer.”
Bo nodded “Yeah, make me come, Ralph. Fuck me with that big club and make... me—”
Bo heaved, bucking upward with an enormous groan. His sturdy legs slid from Ralph’s shoulders down lower, where they locked tight behind Ralph’s hips, freezing his thrusts and holding him in deep. He shot—a stream of ejaculate went high, almost straight up, arching slightly before landing on his chest.
Ralph was a little in awe, wanting to catch a repeat performance like a kid at a fireworks show. He was in mid-stroke of Bo’s second squirt when he felt a grip, this one much more personal than Bo’s leg-lock, constricting at the base of his cock, an undulation and a throbbing presence not unlike the tight fist of an insistent hand job.
Bo’s arms went out, his chest arched up, his torso writhing electrically with spasms. Ralph was trapped, experiencing much of the fervor with him, locked in from behind and in front, riding the pulsing waves into his own orgasm as Bo’s assertive muscle squeezed him below. His eyes rolled back, and he made that face—that stupid face of Universal Man when pleasure overtakes poise and facial muscle melt indiscriminately.
The combined climax of the two waned as simultaneously as it had begun. Ralph shook his head, trying to cast off a lingering surge of dizziness, leaning forward, a hand on the mattress for support. He was still halfheartedly stroking Bo, who had slackened parallel to his stomach where he still came, draining slowly but steadily into a white pool at his belly button.
Bo’s legs dropped. Ralph pulled out, removed the condom, and threw it into the fire. He wasn’t sure if he should say something or not. What do you say after something like that? What’s left to say when you experience something that intense and intimate with another person for the first time?
He looked at Bo’s softening cock, still so tempting. He leaned over again, but instead of taking it into his mouth and betraying Bo’s vulnerability, he lapped at the pool above it instead, cleaning and finally tasting him.
“Come here,” Bo mumbled, reaching for him, pulling him up onto the mattress with him.
Ralph snuggled up to where they were level and facing each other, warm and sweaty. Bo was grinning, joyous, and guilty at the same time. Adorable. “Thank you,” he said.
“My pleasure, Bo. But I’m not exactly sure what it was I did.”
Bo kissed him, softly. “You closed the deal, Ralph.”
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