Pete pulled it free and let it drop to the floor. He wanted to press against Trevor without his hands in the way.
“Fuck, you feel good,” Pete groaned, the words slipping from him before he could catch them. Softening his grip, he ran his hands over the contours of Trevor’s back and down to his ass. His thumbs delved into the crevice between the cheeks, searching for and finding the clenching opening.
Pete heard a catch of breath as he pushed his thumb into the tight grip of Trevor’s ass, burying the intruder into the hot squeeze of his body. Closing his eyes, Pete had to pause, panting, overcome by the sensation of being inside Trevor. When Trevor clenched around his thumb, Pete knew he couldn’t wait another minute.
“I have to fuck you now,” he rasped, pulling his thumb free.
“Finally!” Trevor half-laughed and half-sobbed.
Grabbing a condom packet off the floor, Pete tore open the foil and rolled it on with hands that shook with need. In fact, his whole body was vibrating. He’d never wanted any guy so badly. Snatching up the container of lube, he squeezed some into his hand and returned to Trevor, still standing against the wall. Pete found that tempting hole again and shoved two slick fingers inside. His other hand found Trevor’s cock trapped between his body and the wall. He caressed the 62
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slippery head, his gentle fingers contrasting with the ruthless invasion of his other hand.
Trevor was panting, pushing back against the plunge of Pete’s fingers, his own hands flattened against the wall. Lowering his head, Pete kissed the other man’s shoulder and licked at the sweat he found there. He tugged Trevor’s hips away from the wall, giving himself room to wrap his hand around Trevor’s erection in a firm grip. He slid his hand up and down the rigid cock, just rough enough to draw a needy groan from Trevor’s throat.
Pulling his fingers out of that beautiful ass, Pete lined the tip of his cock up to the lubed entrance. He reluctantly released Trevor’s erection so he could seize the man’s hips in both hands, holding him still while he worked the head of his cock into the hot, tight grip of Trevor’s ass.
He paused, sucking in air, almost blind with the pleasure of it.
“More,” Trevor demanded, attempting to shove his hips back and drive Pete’s cock deeper. Pete’s grip prevented Trevor from impaling himself on the thick spike. He held on, digging his fingers into the other man’s lean hips as Trevor wiggled against the restraint. Eventually, Trevor stilled.
As a reward, Pete pushed in another inch, withdrew and slid forward again. He stretched it out, wanting to savor every second he was inside Trevor, every plunge and retreat, every thrust that stretched the man’s tight, tight hold around him. Trevor wasn’t so patient. “Just do it, you motherfucker!” he gasped, twisting his hips as he tried to break Pete’s hold. “Why are you fucking torturing me like this?” The last words were almost a wail.
“Because,” Pete panted, “you feel so fucking good.” When Trevor quieted again, Pete leaned forward a little to plaster his front against the other man’s sweat-slick back.
“I don’t want to rush. I want to remember how every second feels as I ram my cock into your ass.”
With an incoherent sound, Trevor tightened around the cock burrowing inside him and, at the squeeze, lines of electricity burned new pathways through Pete’s body, frying all his nerve endings at once. With a snarl, he tightened his hands on the other man’s hips, driving his cock in to the hilt while yanking Trevor’s hips against him. Something had snapped, leaving Pete powerless to control himself. With wild thrusts, he drove deep into Trevor’s ass. One hand snaked around to fist Trevor’s erection, pumping up and down in rhythm with his hips as they slammed against the man in front of him.
Pete could feel Trevor’s excitement building, could hear it in the small noises he
“Fuck, you feel good,” Pete groaned, the words slipping from him before he could catch them. Softening his grip, he ran his hands over the contours of Trevor’s back and down to his ass. His thumbs delved into the crevice between the cheeks, searching for and finding the clenching opening.
Pete heard a catch of breath as he pushed his thumb into the tight grip of Trevor’s ass, burying the intruder into the hot squeeze of his body. Closing his eyes, Pete had to pause, panting, overcome by the sensation of being inside Trevor. When Trevor clenched around his thumb, Pete knew he couldn’t wait another minute.
“I have to fuck you now,” he rasped, pulling his thumb free.
“Finally!” Trevor half-laughed and half-sobbed.
Grabbing a condom packet off the floor, Pete tore open the foil and rolled it on with hands that shook with need. In fact, his whole body was vibrating. He’d never wanted any guy so badly. Snatching up the container of lube, he squeezed some into his hand and returned to Trevor, still standing against the wall. Pete found that tempting hole again and shoved two slick fingers inside. His other hand found Trevor’s cock trapped between his body and the wall. He caressed the 62
Hide Out
slippery head, his gentle fingers contrasting with the ruthless invasion of his other hand.
Trevor was panting, pushing back against the plunge of Pete’s fingers, his own hands flattened against the wall. Lowering his head, Pete kissed the other man’s shoulder and licked at the sweat he found there. He tugged Trevor’s hips away from the wall, giving himself room to wrap his hand around Trevor’s erection in a firm grip. He slid his hand up and down the rigid cock, just rough enough to draw a needy groan from Trevor’s throat.
Pulling his fingers out of that beautiful ass, Pete lined the tip of his cock up to the lubed entrance. He reluctantly released Trevor’s erection so he could seize the man’s hips in both hands, holding him still while he worked the head of his cock into the hot, tight grip of Trevor’s ass.
He paused, sucking in air, almost blind with the pleasure of it.
“More,” Trevor demanded, attempting to shove his hips back and drive Pete’s cock deeper. Pete’s grip prevented Trevor from impaling himself on the thick spike. He held on, digging his fingers into the other man’s lean hips as Trevor wiggled against the restraint. Eventually, Trevor stilled.
As a reward, Pete pushed in another inch, withdrew and slid forward again. He stretched it out, wanting to savor every second he was inside Trevor, every plunge and retreat, every thrust that stretched the man’s tight, tight hold around him. Trevor wasn’t so patient. “Just do it, you motherfucker!” he gasped, twisting his hips as he tried to break Pete’s hold. “Why are you fucking torturing me like this?” The last words were almost a wail.
“Because,” Pete panted, “you feel so fucking good.” When Trevor quieted again, Pete leaned forward a little to plaster his front against the other man’s sweat-slick back.
“I don’t want to rush. I want to remember how every second feels as I ram my cock into your ass.”
With an incoherent sound, Trevor tightened around the cock burrowing inside him and, at the squeeze, lines of electricity burned new pathways through Pete’s body, frying all his nerve endings at once. With a snarl, he tightened his hands on the other man’s hips, driving his cock in to the hilt while yanking Trevor’s hips against him. Something had snapped, leaving Pete powerless to control himself. With wild thrusts, he drove deep into Trevor’s ass. One hand snaked around to fist Trevor’s erection, pumping up and down in rhythm with his hips as they slammed against the man in front of him.
Pete could feel Trevor’s excitement building, could hear it in the small noises he
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