JORDAN #3
When my other hand wrapped around his dick, he throbbed so hard that his hole tightened around my fingers and I had to pause.
And when I decided that he was ready, I slipped a condom onto my painfully hard cock, poured lube all over my hand to slick myself and him, and towered over Asher. “I’ll be careful,” I whispered.
“Do whatever you want to do to me,” he said, his voice high and thin and strained. He put his hands on his cheeks, pulled them apart, and lifted his butt until my dick touched his hole.
I almost didn’t believe that this was real.
For so much of my life, this was safely kept as a fantasy and nothing more than a fantasy.
Now, having him accept me inside his body with such wonderful little moans and gasps felt like stepping into a fairytale.
It was like I had left the real reality behind the looking glass when I crossed the boundaries between the two worlds.
My dick sank into him barely an inch deep before he tensed and whimpered that it hurt.
I knew it would. So I gave him all the time he needed to get used to it.
Slowly, I dipped in and out, preparing him to take all of me when he was ready.
I pushed myself in and held still for a few heartbeats, feeling him relax and loosen around me.
And when he embraced me, I impaled him with half my length, pushing moans out of his body as I entered him deeper.
My dick throbbed hard and fast, the mixture of excitement and disbelief soaring through me.
And as I let our bodies find each other’s rhythm, I relaxed.
My left arm wrapped around his shoulder, holding his upper chest in a firm grip, and I lifted Asher’s torso up, his lower back arching and arms extending to support him.
As I pushed myself deeper into him, his moans grew more airy and quiet.
He breathed quickly, gasping and sighing and panting with my increasing thrusts.
And when his body was finally used to mine, I rammed hard into him, making him cry out with pleasure.
The sun bathed us in bright gold light and sweat slicked our bodies. We collided, bodies and souls, into a magnificent display of worship. That was what I felt for him. Total, unquestionable worship of his body, of his personality, of his feelings for me.
I knelt behind him and pulled Asher to his knees, too, holding his hips firmly and ramming him from behind.
Obscene murmurs left his sexy lips, begging for my cock, telling me to fuck him harder.
And I replied with the same vigor. “Fuck, Ash, I love watching your sexy ass take my cock.” He clenched his hole around the base of my dick when my words reached him.
“Fuck, baby boy, that feels so good,” I grunted, pounding his tight hole with all I had.
His thick cheeks rippled with every impact, his skin glossy with a layer of sweat.
I moved my arms along his body, exploring him slowly until they reached his shoulders. There, I held him, and I sped up the thrusts of my hips. He cried out with pleasure, begging me to torture his prostate harder and faster. “Make me come, Jordan. Fuck, please, make me come like this.”
Sweat dripped from my brow as I closed my hands around his throat and kept increasing the pace. I rubbed against his prostate with each move of my body, my dick exploring him balls-deep. My hands tightened around his neck, making his voice thinner and raspier as he cursed and begged for more.
His willingness to go to any length with me hit me like a bullet.
It turned me on so hard and so suddenly that I realized I couldn’t stop myself.
It triggered the sweetest moments of my life as I fucked him harder and felt him tightening around me.
At the same moment, my dick throbbed uncontrollably, and I grunted and moaned, filling the condom and keeping the pace just the way he wanted it.
My orgasm raced through all the parts of my body, strangling me and making my toes curl.
But when Asher’s hole pulsed around my dick rapidly, and his voice cracked in joy and pleasure, I knew he was done, too.
A shudder passed through his upper back as I relaxed my hold on his throat.
He was still grinding himself against me but slowing down.
He panted and sighed and slowly pulled away from me.
When he lay on the towel, turning on his back, his dick was swollen and slick with cum that trickled down his length.
He wrapped his hand around it, stroking it slowly, while I removed the condom and touched myself.
I lay on top of him, pressed our bodies tightly together, and kissed him.
“Ash,” I whispered. “You were…” I ran out of words.
There wasn’t a way to tell him and do it justice.
“You too,” he whispered, kissing me back.
We lay like that for a long time, basking in the sun and in our satisfaction, unafraid and unbothered.
I kissed all of him. I kissed his fingertips, his eyelids, the tip of his nose, and his nipples. I kissed his belly button and licked his softening cock to get a sweet and salty taste of his cum in my mouth, and then I kissed his lips again, letting him taste himself on me.
“I never wanna stop doing this,” he mused.
If only summer never ended. If only we could stay on the pier forever. If we could just swim and kiss and fuck for the rest of our lives, I wouldn’t leave this world with a single regret.
But I knew one thing for sure. I wasn’t going to let go of him. “It feels like I’ve been searching for you for so long.”
“And I was there all along,” he said seriously, looking into my eyes. “I’m here. I’m yours.”
My heart inflated abruptly, skipping a beat. I wrapped him in my arms and held him. He was mine. I had denied myself the chance to dream this up, but getting it and holding him in this moment was the most precious thing that had ever happened to me.