Page 40 of Julian Shared
“Of course, mi amor,” I chuckle and reach into the water again to take Julian’s hand. “You ready to get out and come to bed? I think my little rose might be turning into a prune.”
Julian laughs and nods his head. I fetch a towel, helping him dry off before picking out his pajamas for him.
We curl up in bed together, cuddling underneath the blankets and breathing heart to heart in the dark. I’m ready to pass out then, but Julian starts to squirm against me. He grinds his pert ass against my groin, encouraging the half-hearted hard-on I’m still sporting.
“Aren’t you going to fuck me?” Julian asks. “You said if I was a good boy I could have your cock when we got home. Wasn’t I good enough?”
“You were, you were so good for me, but you…shit, Julian. Do you even know how many times you got fucked tonight?”
Some of those guys were barely thirty. Buddy and another one were able to get it up three times for Julian. I don’t know how Julian was able to endure that. I’m still amazed, to be honest.
The power of barely being in your thirties, I guess.
“It doesn’t matter. Please, Joel?” he whispers and it’s more than a question. It’s a desperate plea. I can’t see it in the darkness, but I can physically feel the begging look Julian is giving me right now.
How can I say no to him?
“Fuck, okay,” I groan. “Such an insatiable little slut.”
Julian rolls over onto his belly and I crawl on top of him. There’s nothing complicated about this. It’s easy and familiar. Julian’s soft from his bath and he’s still loose from the bang. I pull down his pants and free myself from my sweats.
All I have to do is lick two of my fingers with a little spit and that’s all it takes for Julian to open up for me. He practically lets out a purr as I finger-fuck his tenderized hole. I can feel it quiver around me. I warm him up with a few thrusts of my fingers, buthe doesn’t need more preparation and I’m too impatient to tease him.
We’re both tired and ready for sleep. But we just need one more fuck.
One last cock for Julian to be satisfied.
He needs me. He needs his husband.
I suckle and kiss the back of his neck as I enter him, rocking with deep, but slow rolls of my hips. He takes me beautifully. He takes me with little kitten-like sighs and breathy squeals as he begs me to fuck him.
To come in his ass.
“Shit, Julian.” I hiss into his ear as I begin to speed up, eager to give my good boy exactly what he needs. “Listen to that. Back to being the slut you were when I first found you.”
Julian gasps and whimpers against the sheets. He ruts against the mattress and when I slip my hand underneath his body, I find he’s aching hard. As I continue to fuck him, I jack him off.
“You were so desperate for it when we met. Such a slutty, needy boy. Ready for anyone and everyone to bend you over and take what they want. Ain’t that right?”
“Y-yes.” Julian gasps. Because it’s the truth. A truth we ignored for way too long, but now we’ll never forget it. All the sweetness between us isn’t lost, but as my mouth runs away from me it does take on a hard edge as I use Julian’s hole.
Just one more cock and one more load.
No other man got to come inside Julian tonight. But I will. I’m going to paint his insides white. It doesn’t last for long, butwhen I come, I come hard and Julian’s ass milks every last drop out of me.
I don’t even bother to pull out. I just roll onto my side and take Julian with me, his spine pressed against my chest as I hold him in the afterglow. We talk and the words come as easy as the sex between us.
“I was thinking about getting together with Cameron and finding other guys that are into being a hot twink,” Julian mumbles as I nuzzle my stubble against his neck.
We both linger on the edge of sleep, our bodies exhausted and minds relaxed as we murmur about a dream of Julian’s that won’t stay a dream for long.
“Ah, I see. Like a club of your own?”
“Yes,” I can hear the smile in Julian’s voice, “just like that.”
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