Page 64 of The Best of Times
“Your wish is my command. Did you remember…”
“In my jeans pocket,” Aron said, gesturing to the pile of clothes he’d almost ripped from his own body. “Never again will I go anywhere without an emergency condom.”
Paul leapt down and grabbed the condom and lube. Getting back on the bed, he took Aron’s cock in his hand, causing him to gasp. With his other hand, Paul ripped the condom wrapper with his teeth, got the condom out and rolled it onto Aron’s throbbing shaft.
“That was quite the sleight of hand,” Aron said.
“Shows how fucking horny I am for you.”
Aron watched as Paul applied the lube to himself. The anticipation almost killing him. At last, Paul got into position above Aron. Staring up at him, the closeness between them almost bringing Aron to tears. It was still a guaranteed heartbreak situation. Aron had got onto the rollercoaster now. He had to hold on and hope he didn’t fall off.
Paul let his weight drop, taking the head of Aron’s cock inside him.
“Oh shit, that feels good already,” Aron murmured, resting his hands on Paul’s thighs.
Agonisingly slowly, Paul lowered himself all the way down until his solid arse rested on Aron’s thighs. He sat there for a second, his eyes closed, appearing lost in the sensation.
Then he opened them and met Aron’s gaze. They shared a moment before Paul bucked his hips. Once more, an army of tingles marched over Aron’s body.
Reaching forward, Paul took hold of his hands and entwined their fingers. They were as one now. Nothing outside the four walls of the bedroom mattered.
Matching the tempo, Aron ground his hips. Paul’s tight hole enveloped Aron, the warmth making his balls contract.
Aron rose and supported Paul’s body. They kissed fiercely, making Paul ride Aron’s cock harder.
“I won’t last long,” Aron said breathlessly.
“I don’t care,” Paul replied, pushing him onto the bed.
He bounced up and down on Aron’s dick, taking him to the edge before plunging down again. Aron gripped Paul’s hard cock, letting his own motion create both their orgasms. He tugged harder when his own started to claim him.
“Oh, fuck. Paul,” he stammered.
The orgasm exploded out of him, every grind of Paul’s hips causing pleasure to almost overwhelm him. He was seeing stars and wanted Paul to feel it too. As the aftershock still seized his body, Aron tweaked both of Paul’s nipples hard.
Always a sure-fire winner. Paul threw his head back and painted Aron’s body with his own cum. His arse contracted around Aron’s spent cock, making him cry out again.
Paul’s body came to a juddering halt, and he stilled. A thin sheen of sweat covering his body. Aron held him close.
“Fuck,” Paul said. “That was incredible.”
He got up, making Aron wince as he withdrew. Watching Paul go into the en-suite made Aron glad he’d bought a multipack of condoms. He pulled the current one off and threw it in the bin.
Then he flopped on the bed and yawned.
“I don’t know why you’re tired,” Paul said, leaning against the doorframe. “I did all the work.”
Aron giggled. “Poor baby. How about I promise to fuck your brains out for our second wave?”
“I like that idea.”
“Come here and have a cuddle first.”
Paul padded over and snuggled into Aron’s side. They lay there in beautiful silence.
“I’m glad you’ve dropped your guard,” Paul said. “I was beginning to think we were never going to get it on.”
“Cocky twat.”
