“You like that, huh?” he asks. His mouth meets mine before I can answer.
He reaches back up to push me back against the couch, then stops and looks down at the T-shirt I’m wearing. He reaches for the hem to lift it off, and I hesitate, but let him do so. I lift my arms up as he pulls it over my head and flings it behind us, hitting the lampshade. He pauses for a moment, as if capturing the image of me in a picture, before jumping off of me, off the couch, and going down onto his knees.
His mouth goes straight to my chest and he works his way from my belly button down my snail trail as his hand returns to caress my cock. He grabs it with the same intensity as a fighter pilot flying their jet. He steers my cock toward his mouth, taking it so deeply that he gags on it, and then comes back up for air.
“Someone’s a big boy,” he says, inhaling deeply before returning to my cock. I guide him back down onto it with my hands and then use my hips to thrust my cock in and out of his mouth. His gagging becoming further and further apart as I push deeper and deeper.
He stops, getting up from his knees, and looks at me.
“I wanna feel you inside of me.” The passion swirling in his eyes ignites a wild desire in my chest as he climbs back on top of me and rubs my cock between his ass cheeks.
“You wanna ride it like a cowboy?” I ask, biting my bottom lip.
He goes to grab my cock, getting ready to guide it inside of him, but stops and lifts himself up slightly above me.
“You’re clean right?” he asks, his head tilting slightly to the right.
The inevitable question we ask other guys when hooking up.
“Yes, I’m negative and on prep. You?”
“Same,” he responds.
He grabs my cock and starts to lower himself back down, but I stop him.
“You sure you don’t need lube?”
“Oh, right,” he says, “Stay there.” He jumps off and runs into the bedroom. A heartbeat later he’s back, tearing a sachet open with his teeth and squeezing lube out into his hand. He reaches behind and rubs it into his ass.
My cock is still standing at attention as he comes back to the couch and squeezes the rest of the lube out into his other hand, sliding it all over my cock before slowly lowering himself onto it.
Sweat beads on his brow as I patiently wait for him to take it in. The discomfort on his face slowly turns to pleasure as he takes all of me inside of him.
“Let me ride it slowly to start,” he says, both of his hands placed firmly on my chest.
“Okay,” I say, breathing hard.
Alexander goes to work, rocking back and forth in a slow rhythm that has me almost instantly ready to explode inside of him. As he continues, his cock rubs up against my stomach. I spit in my hand, taking his cock in it, and use my wrist to go to work as his rocking picks up momentum.
“I’m already close,” he says, leaning in to kiss me again.
“Want me to fuck the cum out of you?”
His eyes widen, and he nods as his mouth collides with mine.
A moan leaves it as our tongues wrestle, this time with less haste and more passion. His response ignites a fire within me, and I begin to thrust my hips upward. His ass bounces up and down on top of me. Removing my hand from his swelling cock, I grab the back of his head to forcefully drive my tongue deeper into his mouth. He takes his hand from my chest and rapidly strokes his cock.
I feel my balls swell, and I know I’m getting close.
I pull my mouth away from his.
“I’m gonna cum,” I say.
“Cum inside me,” he says, not taking his eyes off me as his hand works even faster up and down on his cock.
Three more thrusts and the cum explodes out of my cock, shooting deep inside of him. My hips continue to buck as my warm load continues shooting out, his ass muscles tightening around my shaft each time.
“Fuck,” Alexander says, biting his lip as his eyes roll back. His hand is now putting in overtime, moving with such speed that I worry he will sustain an injury.
