Bing didn’t want to relax. He wanted the pounding heat of desire and the heady rush of orgasm. Burning pain came with that. Being forced open was part of the passion. But Walter did things his own way. While Bing thrust and squirmed, wanting more now, Walter continued his slow, inevitable penetration, a gentle invasion that didn’t stop. It was all the more intimate because of the lack of speed.
One finger slipped deep inside him. Then two. Then more.
In, out, and around. And deep inside again, where he rubbed something that made Bing gasp.
“That’s it,” Walter murmured. “Have you ever felt that before?”
Bing shook his head. He knew penetration but not that extra sensation.
Walter grinned, then withdrew his hand. After rolling on a condom, he positioned himself between Bing’s legs. With a mischievous look, he abruptly leaned forward and sucked Bing’s cock into his mouth. Bing experienced a hot flash, wild suction… and then it was gone, while the cold air added its own sensation.
“I couldn’t resist,” Walter said. Then he looped Bing’s legs over his shoulders and moved steadily higher on Bing’s body. It was a vulnerable position. Bing had never done it this way, and he felt as if there was nothing that wasn’t open to his friend.
Slow penetration from a gentle rocking motion. Bing fell backward and let the experience wash over him.
Open. Impaled.
Yes.
How had he ever thought Walter soft? The body that held him in position was powerful. The muscles in Walter’s shoulders and arms were obvious, and his back felt strong. But it was his amazing control that allowed Bing to fully trust him. Though Bing was simply open and needy, Walter moved with purpose, the muscles in his neck strained, and his gaze seemed to burn. Bing felt every inch as Walter pushed inside. He felt his friend’s girth as he was stretched. And he felt the push when Walter found that special place.
He gasped.
“Right there?” Walter asked.
“Yes!” A thousand times yes!
“Good.” Walter’s voice was thick, almost guttural. The word came with a thrust that sent stars through Bing’s vision. And then Walter levered himself up on his arms and thrust harder. Deeper. Over and over.
Bing opened his mouth on a silent cry. He couldn’t scream; he couldn’t even gasp. His entire body was centered on that place inside.
Again! Again, please!
He didn’t say the words, but Walter must have heard them. He had to know because he rammed himself inside. Once more. Then again.
Orgasm took him, one that started deep inside then rolled through all of him until it reached his cock in an eruption of epic proportions. He clenched down even as he released, and Walter groaned, then continued thrusting.
That was the wildness of it all. Bing was jerking, releasing, clenching and rolling with sensation. And above him—inside him—Walter kept going, thrusting, pulling out. Whatever Bing felt, Walter demanded more. Whatever Bing did, Walter pushed him to go bigger. And when Walter finally dove in as far as he could go, Bing cried out as Walter released.
Thick pulses added to his own.
He felt the release inside and out. The sensations were so intense, he was lost to everything but Walter’s rhythm and his own ride on the waves Walter had created.
Shocking bliss.
