"What
is it about this organ that makes me so
crazy?" I think to myself as I stroke my
lover's semi hard cock. I love the feel of it
in my hand as I bring it to its full glory. I
love to take it in my palm while it is still
soft and feel it grow under my touch.
I love
the sound of his moans, the sound of his
breath in my ear as I bring him closer to his
climax. The way his hands roam down my back
and over my ass, squeezing and pulling me
closer to him. My own cock rubbing against
his thigh.
I moan
as I feel his finger slip into my hole, just
past the first knuckle. He wiggles his finger
and I feel myself starting to relax, starting
to open up for him.
He
slides his finger in a little further, moving
it in slow circles, stretching me. I love
this feeling, this burn. It hurts and feels
incredible at the same time.
I'm
still stroking his cock; now hard and thick.
I run my hands down to its base then trail on
down to his balls, rolling them in my palm.
He adds
a second finger to my hole, scissoring me.
"I want to be inside you," he
whispers.
My dick
jumps as if it has ears of its own.
"Yeah," I sigh, "I want you
there too."
I roll
over, on to my back and watch his beautifully
muscular body as he moves around, positioning
himself at my ass.
"Ready?"
he asks. He always asks.
I nod.
Then I
feel the push and the stretch and the burn,
then the pleasure. How can I describe this
feeling? Being full, being complete, being
loved. All that and more.
He's
pounding into me, all the while watching me,
staring into my eyes.
"You
are so sexy," he says, but he is the
sexy one. I reach my hand around to cup his
ass, loving the feel of his muscles working
as he rides me.
I can
feel my sac growing heavy as my lover brings
me closer to my climax. I bring my hand up to
stroke my cock, but his hand beats me there;
balancing above me on one arm while his other
hand begins its work on my dick.
As he
is pushing into me, sliding over my prostate,
driving me insane with pleasure I watch his
face. His eyes are closed now and his mouth
slightly open. I can see the bliss and I love
knowing that I am the cause of that bliss,
that I am the reason for his pleasure. I love
knowing that I can make him feel this way.
The same way he makes me feel.
I won't
last much longer. I never do the first time.
My desire for this man is too strong. Later,
after we've both climaxed, we will have a
second session that will be slower, longer,
but right now our passion consumes us and we
let it run its course, burning us, pushing us
to its end.
I feel
him growing harder, stretching me even more.
"You ready?" he asks. "I can't
hold off any longer."
"Yeah,"
I say, "give it to me."
I feel
my balls tighten and my climax takes me as my
ass clamps down on him. He thrusts in one
last time, holding himself there as his load
spurts from his body; the pleasure awash on
his face. I treasure these moments; when it
is just he and I and for this second
everything is right with the world. For this
moment I am happy and loved and complete.
