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“Yeah, I’ll fuck you or you can fuck me,” I offered, then dipped down to take another taste of his mouth. He moaned into the kiss as his hands began moving over me, pinching my nipples, rubbing my sides.
“Fuck,” I growled when he took me in hand. Hips pumping into his fist, I kissed him hard, pulling a series of moans from him as I claimed his mouth. His thumb moved over the head of my dick, smearing pre-cum down the sides, easing the glide just a bit. “I need you naked.”
“Yeah, yeah, get me naked,” he panted, tugging my dick once more before I went to his side for the briefest of moments. Only long enough to remove his clothes, then throw them to the four corners of my bedroom. The sun shone through the wide, white-framed windows, the white drapes open wide as I liked them, a warm wind rustling the curtains. When I removed his socks, I took a moment to admire him. God, he was cut. Muscles upon muscles. His chest free of hair, his legs thick and strong, his cock standing rigid. The sunlight made his golden hair glow. No wonder people of both sexes desired him. His pink nipples pebbled as the ceiling fan blew over us.
“You are so beautiful,” I said as I bent my head to take a pert nipple into my mouth. He yelped in pleasure, grabbing my head to lock my lips in place, then leading my tongue from one nipple to the other. Words that weren’t really words fell from his kiss-swollen lips. My hand moved lower, over his smooth belly to his hot, hard dick. He was manscaped down here, a small patch of yellow curls and clean balls. My blood heated. I had to take him in my mouth. Now. I had to tongue him all over. “I want to taste you, baby.”
“Yes, yes, taste me.” His fingernails scored my scalp, gently, but with enough pressure that I winced. It was perfect. I licked a path from his nipples down to his cock, swallowing him down in a wet slurp that made him cry out. Then, I popped off his dick, pressed his cock to his belly, and took one large ball into my mouth. Finn came unglued as I rolled one orb, then the other, in my mouth, pulling gently on his sac as my fingers searched for his hole. When I found it, I sighed around his sac as I toyed with the furled edges. “Give me… something, God, Cam, I want… need… inside me.”
Being a good and conscientious lover, I supported his thick legs, pushed them up and back, and stared right into his eyes.
“Hold your knees,” I said, and he rushed to do as bid. Then, I licked a stripe from the tip of his weeping cock to his hole. He gasped as my tongue touched his hole. I licked and teased for what felt like hours, poking at his opening with the tip of my tongue then working a finger into him, spittle smeared over my cheeks, his thighs, and his balls. I worked his ass, finding his prostate as I sucked his balls. He began speaking in tongues, so I removed my finger, gave his hole a loving kiss goodbye, and pushed up to gaze down at him. He was a sight. Eyes glazed with lust, hair mussed, lips puffy. “Keep your knees right there, baby. I’m getting the stuff.”
“Yes… Cam… the stuff,” he replied breathless, cinching his legs closer to his heaving chest as I reached for the drawer of the nightstand. Inside were a few toys, lube, and condoms. As much as I suddenly wanted to see Finn’s hole taking the big dildo in my drawer, I left it for a later time. Was I that sure we’d be hooking up again? Yes. Yes, I was. There was no way on God’s green earth that one time was going to be enough for us. We both knew it. “Hurry!”
I smiled down at him. “Eager for my cock?” I enquired, tearing open a condom, then rolling it slowly over my prick. His eyes were riveted to me as I knelt close to his backside.
“Eager for it. So eager,” he answered.
I replied by flicking the lid on the lube open and pouring some over his cock and balls. He hissed at the coolness on his hot flesh, then cooed when I ran my fingers over his taint, taking a glob of slick with me, and pressed it inside him. His body was ready for me. My dick was so hard it ached, so I wasted little time toying with his ass. I took myself in hand, tapped his hole with my cock, and pressed in. Slowly, but without stopping, I filled him. He made the most delicious noise when I bottomed out.
“God, you feel so good,” I groaned. He gave me a wobbly smile, then clenched. That made me chuckle. “You ready for more?”
“Fuck me so I feel it for weeks,” he grunted, his hands squeezing his shins so tight his knuckles were white.
“Anything you want, baby,” I promised, and I then set about living up to that vow. Finn took every thrust with a soft cry for more, faster, harder. Soon, I was pumping, balls slapping his rump, sweat coursing down my back, then between my cheeks. “Close…” I ground out, then took his dick in my hand. With a few strokes his body tightened around me as he was coming. Droplets of cum dotted his belly, chest, and even his whiskery chin. My balls contracted at the sight of his release, and my own orgasm hit me hard. I drove in one final time, deep as I could, and filled the condom as Finn watched, his pupils blown, his chest laboring, that cleft chin coated with his own cum.
As soon as I could, I eased out, moving to the side, to catch my breath and take care of the condom. Finn turned to a gelatinous form beside me, his legs falling open after he released them. His arms flopped to his sides, and he turned to face me staring back at him.
“You’re pretty amazing,” he said, his voice shaky yet.
I wiggled closer, dropped an arm across his damp chest, and slid halfway over him, hungry for more.
“You’re pretty amazing too,” I whispered, the words feeling more than a little odd on my tongue. Sure, I’d told past lovers they were great, sometimes even when they hadn’t been, but this time, it was more than lies. This time… I thought I meant it. He blushed, which was an amazing sight, so I kissed him, then licked up the spunk resting on his chin. It was a little bitter, but wholly Finn, and so I began cleaning it off his body. He sighed and wriggled as I tongued some out of his navel, then went lower. His limp cock began to firm up once I had it in my mouth. His laughter became soft moans of a man who wanted more. As did I. My cock was hard as steel as I rubbed it against the bedding, searching for friction.
Finn rolled against me, levering himself on top, locking his arms to gaze down on me, a soft smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.
“This makes me happy,” he confided as he wiggled his legs between mine. His prick lay pressed against my balls and taint, the fat head next to my hole.
“You know what would make me happy?” I asked, and he shook his head. “You inside me. Would you like to fuck me, Finn?”
It took a second or ten for him to respond. “Yeah, I think… yeah.”
With that admission, we got to it. I flipped to my belly, forearms on the bed, ass in the air, dick dangling between my legs, and Finn -- bless his soul -- didn’t hesitate for a second, even though he’d seemed reluctant at first.
“Do me hard,” I said over my shoulder as his latex-covered cock tickled my taint. He squeezed enough lube out of the tube to coat the whole canyon.
“Oops, shit, I think we have a mess,” he commented as lube dribbled to the sheets.
“We already had a mess, baby.” I wiggled my ass, eager for the pressure of his fat cock stretching me wide. “Now, do me before I change my—” He plunged into me, his dick entering in one long, smooth, mind-melting glide. “Ohfuck!”
He leaned over my back, hands on my hips, and nipped at my shoulder, his weight pressing me flat into the mattress. And there I lay, legs spread out like a frog, as Finn dicked me into the bed. Then across the bed. Then off the bed. The man was a machine. I had to guess that he’d either not fucked anyone in a long-ass time, had never fucked anyone and was going hog wild, or was a fucking beast in bed. Whatever the reason, I was loving the ass-pounding I was getting, even if I were holding my upper half off the floor with quaking arms.
“Finn… fuck… yes!” I shouted when he pegged my prostate with a rolling hip movement that made my elbows fold.
My face met the carpeting, but Finn held onto my hips, thrusting away, until he blew a load into the condom that I could feel. My dick was flopping up and down, leaking all over the throw rug and my belly. As his cock pulsed deep inside me, he jerked me onto the bed, falling to his back with me on top.
“I got you,” he reassured me, reaching around to take my cock in one hand as he cupped my balls in the other. “Come all over yourself.”
