Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Tristan’s breath hitched in his throat, his hands moving to cup my ass, pulling me down onto him so that our stiff cocks rubbed together. He whispered into my ear, “Gabe, please, I need you inside me.”
Hearing him say that sent a thunderous shiver down my spine, and I knew I couldn’t deny him what he needed. I went and grabbed the lube, squirting some in my palm and stroking it over my throbbing cock. Tristan watched me, a lazy hand jerking himself off, his eyes filled with anticipation and need.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” I asked him one more time, wanting to be absolutely positive he was comfortable with what was about to happen.
Tristan nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. “I’m ready, Gabe.”
I positioned myself between his legs, spreading the lube around his tight hole. His breath quickened as I slowly pushed my fingers inside him, making sure he was ready for me. I met some resistance, his hole clenching around me.
“Breathe, that’s it. Relax.”
As I felt him let go and open up for me, I pushed my finger in deeper, watching it disappear inside of him. He gasped as I curled it upward, rubbing against his swollen prostate. His thick cock leaked a string of precome out from the tip. I used my free hand to rub my thumb over his wet dick, bringing that precome up to my lips and sucking my thumb clean. It tasted sweet and salty and just like Tristan.
All it took was one hit and I was hooked to his taste.
“Fuuuuuuck,” Tristan exclaimed as I pushed in another finger. His eyes locked with mine as I worked him open, probing him, his velvet hot heat encasing my fingers and making me wish it was my cock instead.
When he started to grind down on my hand, begging for more, I knew it was time.
“I’m on PrEP,” I said as I pulled out my fingers and replaced them with the head of my swollen cock. “Tested last week, and everything was negative.”
“Same here,” Tristan said, rocking his hips so that the tip of my dick slipped inside of him, pulling chesty moans from the both of us.
Our eyes met, and with a nod of affirmation from Tristan, I pushed forward, slowly entering him. I watched as his eyes fluttered shut, his lips parting in a moan of pleasure and relief.
“Are you okay?” I asked, concern lacing my voice.
Tristan nodded, his breath coming in shallow gasps. “Yes… fuck, it feels amazing.”
With that encouragement, I began to move, slowly at first, giving Tristan time to adjust to the sensation of being filled by me. His breaths grew deeper, his moans more insistent, and I could feel the heat of his body meeting mine. His legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, urging me on. His balls were so fucking tight they looked ready to bust with only a couple more thrusts.
“Fuck, Trist, your hole feels so fucking good. I’m in heaven. Fuck.”
As our rhythm increased, Tristan’s hands clutched at my back, his nails leaving trails of scarlet-red desire across my skin. I bent down to capture his lips in another searing kiss, our tongues tangling together as our bodies moved in unison, finding the beat to a song only our hearts could hear.
The room filled with the sounds of our passion, our moans and gasps echoing off the walls as we moved faster, more urgently. Our eyes remained locked, the connection between us as strong and intense as the physical sensations we shared.
I could feel the pressure building within me, and I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer. “Tristan,” I gasped, my voice breaking as I tried to maintain control. “I’m close.”
Tristan’s eyes fluttered open, and his gaze met mine. “Me too, Gabe,” he whispered breathlessly. “Please, do it. Fill me, Gabe.”
The permission I needed, the encouragement I craved, was enough to push me over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, I felt myself reach the point of no return. My vision blurred as pleasure ripped through me, my body shaking with the intensity of my orgasm. Tristan’s own climax followed, his cries of ecstasy mingling with mine as we rode out the waves of pleasure together, riding up into the clouds that drifted over the quiet city. Ropes of come shot from his dick, landing on his chest and belly, covering his dark skin in dripping white.
“Holy… fuck,” I said, trying to catch my breath as my vision returned.
“Wow” was all Tristan could muster, sweat beading across his forehead.
Once the aftershocks subsided, I gently pulled out and collapsed next to Tristan, both of us gasping for air. I somehow managed to muster the strength to get up and grab a moist towel and went back to clean off Tristan, gently rubbing away the come. He watched with a smile on his face, his body completely relaxed.