skin seal. Sorry, Ely."
"Don't worry about it. I enjoyed the feeling, to be honest."
"As long as you don't mind, then I'm cool about it, too. I just hate the thought of cumming on someone without their consent. I don't want you to feel cheap in any way. You're more than that, you're everything to me."
Ely pecked Emerson's cheek. "You don't make me feel cheap in any way. I feel special when I'm with you, that's for sure."
Again they kissed. Letting Emerson's ejaculate, warm and sticky, bind them even more. After another long session of kisses and roving hands, Ely parted and said, "Are we going again?"
Emerson smiled. "We sure are. But this time I want to lie you down and take you myself, Ely. I want you to feel what I have inside you."
Ely's eyes widened and he couldn't help but beam a smile. "If it's half as good as what I just got, you're on. Now do me, and do me good and hard, my beautiful Sonny."
For a moment, Emerson did nothing, and Ely couldn't understand why until he realised that he had to pull the dildo out of himself before anything else could be done. Emerson's facial expression told the story, he had freed himself from the toy's join. No more did Ely feel his presence and he missed that straight away. "That's better. I can move now."
With gentle encouragement from Emerson, Ely came to lie his head upon the pillow. He opened his legs. Emerson, with careful and slow movement, slid the dildo from his arsehole. When the head of the thing was beyond his warmth, Ely gasped. He felt empty, a hole within him. Again his stomach quivered.
"Wow. I never knew a bit of silicone could feel so good," Ely said.
"Wait until we get back to the Mandrake and my cabin. I have something there I know you'll love."
"Oh, do tell me now."
Emerson shook his head. "Nope. But I will tell you to keep those beautiful legs of yours open. I love the look of your arse now that it's ready for me. My God, I so want to fill you again, my Ely."
"Now you're talking."
Emerson retracted his foreskin and applied skin seal to his dick. He was hard again, his dick throbbing in time with his pulse. His head was huge, like a beautiful red apple, ripe for the taking. Ely smiled, nervousness creeping up to consume him once more. But he was ready. He was so ready for Emerson it hurt. Which was a turnaround. He had always been a top. Always ploughed the guys he'd been with. Not now.
"Ready?"
Chapter Thirteen
Ely nodded, opening his legs wider, grabbing the back of his knees to keep them there, as receptive as possible for his lover. "Take me, my big beautiful man. I so want you."
Now it was Emerson's turn to smile. He shuffled into position, placing his hands onto Ely's, pushing so that his legs opened even wider. "Good."
Then it happened.
The pressure Ely felt was more intense than when the dildo had been inserted, more forceful. He gasped, closing his eyelids tight as Emerson pushed his hardness into his warmth. A moment of pain shot through Ely as his arsehole stretched to accommodate his lover. Then, that pain was replaced by pleasure, raw and primal, as Emerson's length rubbed his prostate and kept going, deeper and deeper.
Ely opened his eyelids. The sight of Emerson above him, gaining his rhythm, concentrating on the task at hand, was a magnificent one. The man's stomach muscles were more apparent, his nipples once more that fiery red Ely loved.
He gasped, the sensation of movement, the feeling of Emerson's thrusts sent more and more shivers of delight though him. His balls tingled and he grabbed his own dick, jacking himself off, heightening the experience. Ely wanted to cum with Emerson.
Emerson must have had the same idea. He pumped harder and harder, so much so, Ely could see his stomach quiver in time with his movements. More and more Ely gasped, letting out yelps with each forward thrust, as he could feel all of that monster Emerson had between his legs push against his insides.
"Oh, my fuck! My fucking God, I'm not
"Don't worry about it. I enjoyed the feeling, to be honest."
"As long as you don't mind, then I'm cool about it, too. I just hate the thought of cumming on someone without their consent. I don't want you to feel cheap in any way. You're more than that, you're everything to me."
Ely pecked Emerson's cheek. "You don't make me feel cheap in any way. I feel special when I'm with you, that's for sure."
Again they kissed. Letting Emerson's ejaculate, warm and sticky, bind them even more. After another long session of kisses and roving hands, Ely parted and said, "Are we going again?"
Emerson smiled. "We sure are. But this time I want to lie you down and take you myself, Ely. I want you to feel what I have inside you."
Ely's eyes widened and he couldn't help but beam a smile. "If it's half as good as what I just got, you're on. Now do me, and do me good and hard, my beautiful Sonny."
For a moment, Emerson did nothing, and Ely couldn't understand why until he realised that he had to pull the dildo out of himself before anything else could be done. Emerson's facial expression told the story, he had freed himself from the toy's join. No more did Ely feel his presence and he missed that straight away. "That's better. I can move now."
With gentle encouragement from Emerson, Ely came to lie his head upon the pillow. He opened his legs. Emerson, with careful and slow movement, slid the dildo from his arsehole. When the head of the thing was beyond his warmth, Ely gasped. He felt empty, a hole within him. Again his stomach quivered.
"Wow. I never knew a bit of silicone could feel so good," Ely said.
"Wait until we get back to the Mandrake and my cabin. I have something there I know you'll love."
"Oh, do tell me now."
Emerson shook his head. "Nope. But I will tell you to keep those beautiful legs of yours open. I love the look of your arse now that it's ready for me. My God, I so want to fill you again, my Ely."
"Now you're talking."
Emerson retracted his foreskin and applied skin seal to his dick. He was hard again, his dick throbbing in time with his pulse. His head was huge, like a beautiful red apple, ripe for the taking. Ely smiled, nervousness creeping up to consume him once more. But he was ready. He was so ready for Emerson it hurt. Which was a turnaround. He had always been a top. Always ploughed the guys he'd been with. Not now.
"Ready?"
Chapter Thirteen
Ely nodded, opening his legs wider, grabbing the back of his knees to keep them there, as receptive as possible for his lover. "Take me, my big beautiful man. I so want you."
Now it was Emerson's turn to smile. He shuffled into position, placing his hands onto Ely's, pushing so that his legs opened even wider. "Good."
Then it happened.
The pressure Ely felt was more intense than when the dildo had been inserted, more forceful. He gasped, closing his eyelids tight as Emerson pushed his hardness into his warmth. A moment of pain shot through Ely as his arsehole stretched to accommodate his lover. Then, that pain was replaced by pleasure, raw and primal, as Emerson's length rubbed his prostate and kept going, deeper and deeper.
Ely opened his eyelids. The sight of Emerson above him, gaining his rhythm, concentrating on the task at hand, was a magnificent one. The man's stomach muscles were more apparent, his nipples once more that fiery red Ely loved.
He gasped, the sensation of movement, the feeling of Emerson's thrusts sent more and more shivers of delight though him. His balls tingled and he grabbed his own dick, jacking himself off, heightening the experience. Ely wanted to cum with Emerson.
Emerson must have had the same idea. He pumped harder and harder, so much so, Ely could see his stomach quiver in time with his movements. More and more Ely gasped, letting out yelps with each forward thrust, as he could feel all of that monster Emerson had between his legs push against his insides.
"Oh, my fuck! My fucking God, I'm not
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