“Please,” Edward begged.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
“Did you learn nothing last time?” said Milo, smacking Edward hard on his left cheek.
“I’m ready . . . I can take it . . . Please.”
Milo chuckled and slid a third finger in. Edward heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper and his breath hitched in anticipation.
“Give me your hand,” said Milo.
Edward knew what he was doing this time. In all the years he’d been doing something like this, he’d put far too much faith in strangers. He felt the suited-up cock, remembering the size, and his hole twitched in anticipation. He focussed on breathing, remembering the last time Milo hadn’t given him time to adjust, so he was surprised when Milo slid inside him slowly.
Fuck!How he loved that stretch.
“How are you feeling?” asked Milo.
His voice had a tenderness to it, and Edward didn’t like what it made him feel. He needed to get his head back into what this was – a meaningless fuck.
“Go for it!” he said.
Milo didn’t waste a second as he pulled out and slammed back into Edward, causing him to cry out in pleasure.
“Yeah, take my cock like the little slut you are,” Milo grunted as he continued to pummel Edward’s hole, showing no mercy.
He loved it, but Milo was nailing his prostate with every thrust, and Edward wanted this to last as long as possible. He shifted his knees slightly to change the angle, but Milo gripped his hips so hard there would probably be marks.
“No you don’t. I’m going to fuck two loads out of you tonight.”
That was ambitious of him, but Edward was willing to give it a go, so he went to grip his cock, but his hand was slapped away.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?”
Before Edward could reply, Milo had gripped his cock and squeezed it hard. Edward couldn’t help but cry out as Milo continued to hammer his prostate, making sexy gruntingnoises. With a twist of Milo’s hand on Edward’s cock, he flew over the edge and thought he was going to black out from the intensity of his orgasm. His body wanted to melt into the mattress, but Milo was still pounding him at a relentless pace. He was sensitive all over, but his cock spurted out even more cum, so he was on board with what Milo was doing. Edward heard Milo’s breathing speed up, and his thrusts became more manic.
“Cum on my face,” said Edward.
Milo didn’t question him as he pulled out, and Edward heard the snap of the condom coming off as he turned around and got into position. The sound of Milo furiously pumping his cock was a huge turn-on, and Edward’s spent cock twitched, wanting to rejoin the party.
“I’m gonna cum,” said Milo, with a strangled moan.
Edward felt the warm cum hit his face. He loved it, and it had been a long time since he’d let someone do this to him, or met someone who was obliging. The cum continued to splatter over his face and chest. How much did the guy have in him?
He was startled when Milo licked the cum off his face, and then stuck his tongue down his throat. Edward couldn’t help but reciprocate the kiss. Milo was a good kisser. Was there anything he wasn’t good at? The kiss was sloppy and messy because there was cum everywhere, and Edward could feel he was getting hard again.
Milo gripped his cock and chuckled. “Told you I’d get two loads out of you tonight.”
And he did!
Over the next two months, they met up twice a week in The Back Room. Their greed for each other could never fully be satisfied, as the more they fucked, the more they wanted. It was like an addiction.
They’d gotten to know each other more, as Milo would stay and talk after their intense orgasms, and they had a surprising amount in common, considering their twelve-year age gap. Both of them had been close to their mothers and had lost them, but Milo didn’t know his father, and Edward was envious of that. Since he’d died, Edward realised his own father had no redeeming qualities, and wasn’t sure why he’d craved his praise so much, even if he rarely ever got it.
Milo talked about the three guys he lived with, but didn’t share their names, and Edward talked about having one close friend, but didn’t say it was Derek. Despite the fact they never shared personal details that could identify either of them, they found a lot to talk about. A shared love of seventies music, Thai food, and reading romance books were just some things they had in common. For Edward, reading gay romance books was his escape into a fantasy world where he could imagine getting his own happy ever after against all the odds, like the heroes did in the books he read. Milo shared that he’d written a book himself, and Edward wanted to read it so badly, but that wasn’t something he could ask.
“I collect historical ships in bottles,” said Edward one night.
