the sheets. Physically exhausted and depleted of sensation, he whimpered softly when Mack caressed his belly and chest, his fingers tracing the hills and valleys. Mack’s gaze followed his pressing thumbs up his sternum to circle his nipples.
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* * * *
Mack’s emotions flew high. He hadn’t expected this to become his most intense sexual experience. It had begun in desperation and hunger. The last thing he wanted or needed in his life was emotion where Woody was concerned.
But right at this moment, his rigid, hungry cock was running the show. Giving pleasure to Woody had been uniquely satisfying. His chest ached with a desire for this one man even though he was positive he didn’t deserve him.
Licking at the salty remnants of cum, listening to the soft moaning, he smiled to himself at the sight of Woody’s weak, sprawled body. He dragged his palms over the springy hair nesting Woody’s softening cock, up over the hard belly to cup his pectorals.
Yes. This was what he desired. Not a woman’s soft breasts, but the hard muscles of a man’s body. He swirled the tip of his tongue around a dark nipple, around the rising pebbles of arousal, to the hard bud in the center.
“Yes,” Woody murmured.
“I thought you’d be too tired for more,” he whispered back, taking a tip delicately between his teeth.
“Unh-unh.” His head rolled back and forth on the pillow.
“Is there anything you don’t like?” Mack suckled hard, nipped Woody’s nipple and rocked it.
“Harder.”
The kid liked it rough, did he? As if what they’d just done had been easy. Oh, God. His cock surged, thickened, felt hotter and harder than it’d ever been. “I need to fuck you.”
“Yes,” Woody said. “Fuck me.” He lifted shaking hands and bracketed Mack’s face between his palms.
Something else Mack wasn’t used to—allowing himself or his partner any moment of tenderness.
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“Your eyes are so deep blue.” Woody traced his thumbs over Mack’s cheeks, drawing circles, pressing his lips open, even rubbing his teeth.
Mack brushed his tongue over Woody’s thumb and sucked it into his mouth, closing his eyes at the sweet pleasure. “You’re not too sore?” He wasn’t a brute. He hadn’t been gentle with the glass dildo.
Woody shook his head. “Please. I want you.” He lifted Woody’s feet and placed them on the bed, his knees pushed as wide as he could get them. He twisted and surged the glass erotically in and out of his ass, charging him up again. Woody’s expressions showed a whole catalogue of pain, pleasure, anticipation, desire. Before removing the lovely toy completely, he angled it around just inside the pucker, stretching Woody so his cock, much thicker than the glass, would fit.
Quickly donning a rubber and slathering himself and Woody with more lube, he rolled the dildo to the side and fingered the sweet hole, stroking shallowly inside the way he had with the plug. There was no barrier to reaching the P-spot. He pulsed against it and was rewarded with Woody’s groan and the resurgence of his cock.
“Jesus. Would you fuck me already?”
“You’re a demanding man.” Mack took a second to croak out a laugh at Woody’s order and the desperation in his dark, glittering eyes. He lined up the head of his cock and thrust it, with one smooth, forceful push, all the way in to the hilt. “God, you’re tight. Hot.” The son of a bitch was squeezing his cock almost painfully. “So good. So goddamned good.” He balanced above the kid on outstretched arms, not moving, feeling Woody’s rectal channel spasm around his prick.
He was in so tightly Woody couldn’t move either. Mack’s jaw clenched, back teeth ground together, he looked down at where they joined before dragging his gaze up.
Woody stared at him, his brown eyes clear and challenging, wanting and challenging. He was also lying submissively, his teeth bared, hanging onto his control, waiting for
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* * * *
Mack’s emotions flew high. He hadn’t expected this to become his most intense sexual experience. It had begun in desperation and hunger. The last thing he wanted or needed in his life was emotion where Woody was concerned.
But right at this moment, his rigid, hungry cock was running the show. Giving pleasure to Woody had been uniquely satisfying. His chest ached with a desire for this one man even though he was positive he didn’t deserve him.
Licking at the salty remnants of cum, listening to the soft moaning, he smiled to himself at the sight of Woody’s weak, sprawled body. He dragged his palms over the springy hair nesting Woody’s softening cock, up over the hard belly to cup his pectorals.
Yes. This was what he desired. Not a woman’s soft breasts, but the hard muscles of a man’s body. He swirled the tip of his tongue around a dark nipple, around the rising pebbles of arousal, to the hard bud in the center.
“Yes,” Woody murmured.
“I thought you’d be too tired for more,” he whispered back, taking a tip delicately between his teeth.
“Unh-unh.” His head rolled back and forth on the pillow.
“Is there anything you don’t like?” Mack suckled hard, nipped Woody’s nipple and rocked it.
“Harder.”
The kid liked it rough, did he? As if what they’d just done had been easy. Oh, God. His cock surged, thickened, felt hotter and harder than it’d ever been. “I need to fuck you.”
“Yes,” Woody said. “Fuck me.” He lifted shaking hands and bracketed Mack’s face between his palms.
Something else Mack wasn’t used to—allowing himself or his partner any moment of tenderness.
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“Your eyes are so deep blue.” Woody traced his thumbs over Mack’s cheeks, drawing circles, pressing his lips open, even rubbing his teeth.
Mack brushed his tongue over Woody’s thumb and sucked it into his mouth, closing his eyes at the sweet pleasure. “You’re not too sore?” He wasn’t a brute. He hadn’t been gentle with the glass dildo.
Woody shook his head. “Please. I want you.” He lifted Woody’s feet and placed them on the bed, his knees pushed as wide as he could get them. He twisted and surged the glass erotically in and out of his ass, charging him up again. Woody’s expressions showed a whole catalogue of pain, pleasure, anticipation, desire. Before removing the lovely toy completely, he angled it around just inside the pucker, stretching Woody so his cock, much thicker than the glass, would fit.
Quickly donning a rubber and slathering himself and Woody with more lube, he rolled the dildo to the side and fingered the sweet hole, stroking shallowly inside the way he had with the plug. There was no barrier to reaching the P-spot. He pulsed against it and was rewarded with Woody’s groan and the resurgence of his cock.
“Jesus. Would you fuck me already?”
“You’re a demanding man.” Mack took a second to croak out a laugh at Woody’s order and the desperation in his dark, glittering eyes. He lined up the head of his cock and thrust it, with one smooth, forceful push, all the way in to the hilt. “God, you’re tight. Hot.” The son of a bitch was squeezing his cock almost painfully. “So good. So goddamned good.” He balanced above the kid on outstretched arms, not moving, feeling Woody’s rectal channel spasm around his prick.
He was in so tightly Woody couldn’t move either. Mack’s jaw clenched, back teeth ground together, he looked down at where they joined before dragging his gaze up.
Woody stared at him, his brown eyes clear and challenging, wanting and challenging. He was also lying submissively, his teeth bared, hanging onto his control, waiting for
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