Page 34 of Smoky Mountain Dreams
Jesse reached down and grabbed their cocks, squeezing themtogether, and Christopher moaned as Jesse felt slick pre-cum slipping down topool where his hand gripped. He didn’t know if it was his or Christopher’s, orboth.
“Condom,” Christopher muttered. “Lube.” He waved his hand tothe left, and Jesse looked up to see a roll of condoms and a bottle of lube onthe bedside table.
Jesse snorted a laugh, and kissed Christopher’s mouth. “Feelingpretty sure of yourself when you left for our date, weren’t ya?”
Christopher thrust up against Jesse, sucking on his neck,licking his ear, and then saying, “Yeah. I was. I figured chances were good.”
Jesse almost wanted to tease him a little more about it, buthe couldn’t, because his cock was aching and his balls were heavy and hot, andhe felt like he might cry from greedy need if he couldn’t get insideChristopher in the next ten minutes. But he wanted his mouth again too.
Christopher seemed to sense his dilemma. “You’ve got allnight? Or did I get that wrong?”
Jesse heard the unspoken plea:Let’stake the edge off, and then you stick around, and we can do it all over againslower.He wasn’t accustomed to wanting to make something last. For thelast few years he’d been a “get your rocks off and get the hell out” kind ofguy, but if he was going to fuck Christopher, he wanted the time to do itright.
That’s why the kids are with Amanda, idiot.Fuck him! Now for fuck’s sake!
He couldn’t ignore the supreme logic of his brain’s screamedcommand, and he reached for the lube and tore a condom off the roll.
“Oh thank God,” Christopher breathed, and then, “Do you wantto fuck me? Or do you want me—?”
“I’ll fuck you,” Jesse muttered, rolling the condom on andopening the bottle of lube.
“ThankfuckingGod. There’snothing worse than getting this far only to find out I don’t get to bottom. Let’sgo.”
Jesse laughed as Christopher rolled onto his shoulders andknees, his ass up in the air and his hard cock hanging down, a drop of pre-cumalready falling from the tip in a slow, honey-like string toward the mattress.Christopher reached behind and grabbed his own gorgeous ass cheeks and pulledthem apart, sluttily showing off his tight hole as it gripped and released forJesse, andChrist, he hadn’t expected that. Jessehad to grab his balls and pull a little. It was a fuckingvision.
He thought of the supplies on the bedside table. It hadn’tbeen a new roll of condoms, and he briefly wondered how often Christopher didthis. He felt a stab of envy—orsomething—at thethought that Christopher might get laid a lot despite his comments at therestaurant. Then he was just really damn grateful becausehewas going to get to put hiscockin that sweet,sweet, delicious lookinghole.
The fact that it was attached to someone who looked likeChristopher—exactly his type: not too built, handsome, and with a mouth thathad made Jesse think dirty thoughts from the beginning—and who made him laugh,and who had that voice, and seemed to bedecent…well,all of that really shouldn’t matter.
But as he positioned himself behind Christopher, as he puthis hands over Christopher’s own and helped him spread his ass even fartherapart, and as he leaned forward and trilled the tip of his tongue overChristopher’s tight hole and heard his cry of delight, he had to admit that forsome reason he would simply ignore, it really kind of did matter. Then heturned off his mind as instinct took over.
Jesse loved to eat ass. It was something he excelled at anddelighted in. And Christopher clearly loved having his ass eaten because hejerked his hands out from under Jesse’s, grabbed fistfuls of the sheets, andwrithed and clenched so much that Jesse had to wrap an arm around his hips. Thehard length of Christopher’s cock jutted up against his forearm where he heldhim.
Christopherwailedand kicked,and he froze and shook all over, his asshole spasming around Jesse’s tongueshoved up inside.
“Stop!” Christopher called out, moving away from Jesse assoon as Jesse released his hips. “Gonna come. If you keep—” He panted, and hisbody gave a long hard shiver under Jesse’s hands. “Gonna come.”
“Let me—” Jesse reached for the lube and drenchedChristopher’s asshole with it. Jesse admired the way it clenched shut, but whenhe pressed the pad of one finger to it, the muscle flattened and widenedagainst the pressure.
“I need it now,” Christopher said, pushing up onto his handsso he could look over his shoulder at Jesse. His pupils were utterly blown, hischeeks ruddy and his lips red from being bitten. “Sorry,” he said. “I’musually…well no, I’m always a little easy,” Christopher admitted, his voiceshaking. “But this is ridiculous.” He pushed his face down into the mattressand rubbed it back and forth. Then he turned his head. “Just give it to me. Ican take it. I want it.”
Jesse hesitated. He was pretty thick, and back when he’ddone this a lot in his late teens he’d usually prepared a guy for a whilefirst. Not always. Some guys who liked it a little rough took it with just somelube, and guys who were accustomed to fucking him—having gone from one-nightstands to “lover for a week or two,” could usually get to the point where theytrusted him enough to justopenfor him, butChristopher wasn’t accustomed to fucking Jesse. Though for all Jesse knewChristopher had a dildo that could put his cock to shame.
“Are you—?” Jesse began, pouring copious amounts of lubeover the condom on his cock, slicking it good.
“Yes! Yes, I’m really fucking sure! Just—fuck me!”Christopher was back on his shoulders and cheek, both hands reaching to pullhis ass cheeks open again.
Groaning, Jesse got into position, playing with Christopher’shole a little by pushing the head of his throbbing cock against the ring ofmuscle, testing how it would open. It was tight, but Christopher seemed to knowwhat he was doing. “Deep breath.”
Christopher breathed in, and as he let it back out, Jessepushed.
Oh fucking God!Jesse wasn’t surehe didn’t actually yell that as the thick head of his cock squeezed pastChristopher’sholy shit so fucking tightsphincter,and he froze with just that much in, overcome by a sharp, almostangrysatisfaction, as though he was finally being givensomething that he’d been denied for far too long. Memories whipped through hismind—Edoardo’s tight ass and Italy and the dare that changed everything and—
Christopher’s ass clamped, breaking into the moment andbringing Jesse back to the present as Christopher whimpered in pain. “Sorry,”Jesse gritted out. He should’ve prepared him better. He should’ve insisted. ButGod, it felt so good.
“Nnngh,” Christopher managed,biting down on a wad of sheets, and Jesse felt him try to aggressively pushJesse’s cock out with his anal muscles, trying to get the clamped sphincter torelease.
Jesse held very still for a couple of seconds, until he wassure Christopher’s sphincter was as open as Christopher could get it. Then hepulled his cock free, poured even more lube on Christopher’s half-open hole,and more on his condom. “Ready?”
