Page 98 of Ancient History

My mind scrambled with lust. I was on the edge, ready to combust, as I dragged my two fingers to that glorious dip. He cried out in joy and relief while I circled his hole. He was hot.

I dipped one finger inside him, waves of ecstasy hitting me. Hitting both of us. He dug his head further back into the couch pillow.

I pulled him closer to me and frotted my dick against his opening. I didn’t know what I was doing. I wanted him. I wanted to plunge inside him and fully claim him. But I was going to come the second that happened, so I needed to stretch this out. I needed to run out the clock. I never wanted to let Amos go again. No longer would I ever be that stupid.

Okay, patience stopped being virtuous. It was time to feast.

Off went his underwear. Off went mine, both into the pile of clothes somewhere on the floor. I smacked my cock against his hole, drops of pre-come slicking him up.

“I’m gonna make you come so hard.”

I jerked our dicks in my hand. Amos writhed under my grip.

“Lube,” he squeaked out.

“Where is it?”

“Bedroom.”

I stood up and held out my hand. Amos would’ve let me fuck him wherever I wanted, but I also knew that he liked this couch. Sheets were easier to clean. And the bed gave us more space.

He jumped back into my arms and wrapped his legs around me. His dick smeared pre-come on my abs, while mine was excruciatingly close to his opening. This time, I didn’t need directions. I maneuvered us expertly around the furniture, into the hallway, and onto the bed. Amos sprawled out for me, showing me his fucking sexy naked body.

I pulled the condoms from his bedside table and suited up, then got us nice and lubed. We were so turned on I couldn’t tell where the lube ended and the pre-come began. I folded his legs over his head and licked his hole.

Amos fisted the sheets as I entered him with my tongue. Feeling him convulse under my touch electrified me, made me curse missing out on ten years with him. But life only moved forward. And I wasn’t moving forward without him any longer.

“I’m ready,” Amos said. “God, this feels so good.”

For me, too. Every nerve ending in my body was alive.

I sheathed myself in the rubber, gave his hole and my dick one more coat of lube, and plunged ahead. Amos gasped as I entered him.

I held steady, waiting for permission to board the vehicle.

He nodded tersely. I sunk into him completely.

It was like home.

His warmth tightened around my dick in a tsunami of pleasure. I fucked him in slow, steady strokes. We weren’t worried about being noisy. I wanted to savor this night and this man like fine wine.

“Amos,” I cried out, begging myself to not come yet. Feeling completely overwhelmed by emotion and desire.

“Faster,” he grunted out.

“You sure?”

“I need you tonight, and I need it hard.”

I was not one to disobey my teacher’s commands. I pulled him up to me, had him sit on my lap. He bounced on my dick, while I thrust up into him in short, rigorous humps. His ass slapped against my thighs. My arm muscles flexed holding him upright and against my chest. We made out in passionate kisses. I wanted to swallow him whole.

Amos’s dick rubbed harder against my abs until he exploded between us, his seed painting my stomach. I locked him into a tight hug as I fucked him fast and hard until I released.

We fell back onto the bed. This time, no funny comments. No awkward silence. Just two men in love.

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