Then I press my cock against his hole. I don’t push it in yet. I give Jason the chance to get used to the feeling.
He shudders beneath me.
Fuck.
“I’m going in.”
“Where no man has gone before,” Jason says this time.
I snort.
“Hey, this is the only time you’re going to be able to use this line,” Jason says.
“Fine. Ten, nine, eight.”
“Seriously?” Jason laughs.
“I’m a serious person. Counting is serious. Seven, six, five.”
“Four,” Jason adds with a giggle.
“Three, two, one,” we say together, and I push inside him.
I go slowly, moving into his tight, warm heat. I play with his balls and stroke his shaft, and he remains hard and leaking. My fingers move to his nipples, before I return to his cock.
And finally I’m inside.
“Houston, we have success,” I say.
Jason chuckles below me. “Are you calling me the moon?”
“Well.” I rub his cheeks, and he laughs.
I pull all the way out, then slide inside again, angling toward his prostate.
“Shit,” he exclaims. “That’s, um...”
I do it again. “You better think it’s good.”
“It’s good,” he says hastily. “It’s really good. Like really, really good.”
I grin into the room.
I am not acting cool.
Luckily, Jason doesn’t care.
I continue to aim for the soft spongy material in his ass. I move faster and faster, and all of a sudden we’re not talking anymore. Words are way too much activity for what we’re doing.
We’re flying together, and it feels every bit as wondrous as going to space.
Way more wondrous in fact, because I’ve never mused to myself that I’ve wanted to float over the earth, but I have definitely, absolutely longed for Jason.
I didn’t think this would happen, but it has.
I can’t imagine him not being in my life.
He’s super awesome.
