Chapter 29
Colton
Colton woke with a smile…rested, refreshed, and ready for more. Dean was already awake, on his side and propped up on an elbow, resting his head on his hand, watching him sleep.
“Morning, sunshine.” Dean smiled. “How did you sleep?”
“Mmm…morning, handsome!” Colton rolled Dean onto his back and crawled on top. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a better night’s sleep.” He kissed Dean deeply, grinding him into the bed, lazily sliding their hard cocks together as he began kissing his way down Dean’s body.
Colton couldn’t believe everything that had happened over the last twenty-four hours, but there was no denying it. He had blown Dean and got a mind-numbing blowjob in return. They spent the night together. It was fantastic.
And yet, Colton was still there, not freaking out. Not even a little bit. In fact, he's jumping in with both feet, ready for a whole lot more.
Colton’s quest for a wake-up blowjob was interrupted as Dean grabbed him by the head and pulled him back up so they were face to face.
Dean leveled him with a lustful stare. “Wait. Please, fuck me.”
Colton froze as a wave of excitement and panic washed through his brain.
Did he want to fuck Dean? Hell yes! Could he do this, make it good for Dean?
He’s not new to fucking, but this was a whole new ballgame…a whole new hole. But the mechanics were exactly the same. Right?
He could do this. He couldn’t half-ass this. This wasn’t just fucking around, or a random hookup, this was Dean. Dean, who made his stomach flutter for no reason, who made him laugh every day, who made his cheeks flush with heat with a simple smile. This needed to be perfect, mind-blowing.
Colton drew a breath. “Gladly,” he said with a mischievous grin.
Dean hastily reached over to the bedside table, grabbed a bottle of lube from the top drawer and tossed it to Colton.
Colton slid between his knees, looking down at Dean. He ran his hand across his cheek, across his plump lips, caressing down his neck and across his chest, flicking a finger across a nipple. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
He lightly traced his fingers down Dean’s rippling abs, across his hard cock resting on his belly, and down to his balls. He rubbed his muscular thigh and hamstring, lifting one leg to his shoulder. He kissed his ankle and wrapped his lips around his big toe.
Dean gasped and moaned and arched his back off the bed.
Oh, he likes that, Colton thought. He licked and sucked each toe, coating them with saliva, then ran his tongue across the bottom of his foot.
Colton opened Dean’s legs and began teasing him, rubbing the tip of his rigid cock around his hole, the gentle pressure, combined with a lot of lube, helping him slowly relax.
As the head of his cock broke through, the heat of Dean’s body enveloped him and he began to bore himself deeper, slowly pressing himself further into Dean, all the way down to the base of his shaft.
Their bodies fit together perfectly.
Dean’s eyes fluttered and rolled back in his head. “Yes, Colton. Just like that. Don’t stop.” He moaned, rubbing Colton’s chest and abs.
“Fuck. You’re so tight,” Colton grunted, barely above a whisper. Feeling Dean’s tight hole clench around his cock, the enveloping warmness, squeezing his shaft with each thrusting motion, had Colton ready to explode.
Colton dropped down, pressing their chests together and kissing him deeply, their tongues dancing around their lips. Dean let out a groan, grabbing Colton’s hair, leaving long, gentle scratches down his back.
“You feel amazing, baby,” Colton said, his voice deep and breathy in Dean’s ear.
Dean’s eyes were glazed, dark and lustful. From the sounds he was making, Colton knew he was doing something right. He whimpered and moaned beneath Colton, his hands reaching and grabbing for any part of Colton he could find.
Dean wrapped his legs around Colton, dictating his speed and rhythm, and looked deep into his eyes. “You won’t hurt me, Colton. Give it to me hard and fast.”
Colton grinned and pressed their foreheads together, eyes locked. Dean slowly nodded, encouraging Colton to go harder and faster. Colton pumped his hips hard as he kissed Dean within an inch of his life, their bodies filling the room with slick slapping sounds.
Colton felt entranced. Every atom in his body was firing like a firecracker. He’d had sex with many women but never had he felt paradise like this. This, this feeling, must be what all the fuss was about. Why did he wait so long to do this?
Their bodies slick with sweat, Colton increased the tempo, driving deeper and faster inside of Dean. The feeling, so warm, tight, and perfect, Colton couldn’t hold back any longer. “Oh God! I’m close!” Colton quickly pulled out and sprayed Dean’s stomach with his release.
“Fuck yeah!” Dean stroked and came with Colton, coating his chest and stomach with a mixture of their cum.
Colton collapsed, panting in complete satisfaction. He gazed at Dean, his face flushed, eyes unfocused, a pile of boneless flesh underneath him. Colton had fucked him well, and a proud grin crept across his face.
“Holy shit!” Colton panted. “That’s the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“Oh my God, you are amazing,” Dean whispered, licking his ear.
“No, you are amazing. Your ass feels incredible. I never thought it could feel this good. We should have been doing this all along.”
“Hell yeah!” Dean laughed. “We should have! I’m glad you finally figured that out.”
Colton snuggled up to kiss his neck, just below his ear. “Well, we’ll just have to make up for lost time, won’t we?”
“Agreed. But first, I think we need a shower.”
***
Dean
They spent the next three days in the loft, naked, exploring and enjoying one another.
They’d fuck, shower, eat, sleep, repeat…over and over and over. It was as if they knew the world was ending, and they were scrambling for as much sex as possible before it was all over.
Dean taught Colton new sex acts, new positions, and new techniques. And Colton was an eager, enthusiastic student, ready to learn and willing to put in the work.
Dean is left-handed, Colton is right-handed. They fit together perfectly sitting at the corner of the dinner table, naked, holding hands while they ate.
“You know, I’m kinda diggin’ this whole naked thing.” Colton smirked, eating his cereal.
“You’re not naked when you’re home alone?” Dean slurped his coffee.
“No. I mean I sometimes walk around in my underwear, but never naked.”
“Not me! As soon as I’m home, the clothes are off.” Dean made a tossing gesture with his hand.
“Well, you’ve opened my eyes.” Colton nuzzled Dean’s neck with his nose. “I don't think we should ever wear clothes again.”
Dean chuckled, kissing his temple. “We will eventually have to go outside. And I don’t want you playing football naked! I can’t have those defensive linemen messing up my baby’s perfect body,” he joked as he cleared the dishes from the table.
Colton trapped Dean at the sink, grinding his cock into him from behind, kissing his neck. “You’re the only one who can mess up my body, baby.”
They fumbled, laughed, and rushed back to the bedroom…unable to keep their hands off each other. Colton pushed Dean onto the bed and Dean lifted his legs and pulled his knees to his chest, preparing for another round of Colton’s glorious cock.
“Wait…I want…” Colton said, looking a bit uneasy. “I think I want to bottom for you.”
Dean sat up quickly. “Are you sure?” He gently kissed his cheek. “It might hurt.”
“Yes.” Colton dropped onto his back on the bed with a determined look. “I want you to fuck me.”
Dean quivered with anticipation as he eyed the gorgeous, muscled man below him.
Fuck. Yes!
He stroked Colton’s hair, then ran the pad of his thumb across Colton’s lips.
He stuck a finger in his mouth, coating it with spit, and gently ran his finger along the crease of Colton’s ass. “Okay, let’s take this slowly.”
Dean lifted Colton’s legs. With his hands behind his knees, he pushed Colton’s legs toward his shoulders, rolling his hips high off the bed. Dean wedged his knees underneath Colton’s lower back and squeezed each cheek with his hands. “I think you’ll really like this.”
Dean winked and spread Colton’s ass cheeks.
He swallowed hard with a little gasp as he exposed his pretty pink hole. “That is a fucking beautiful sight.” He leaned forward, licking across Colton’s hole up to his balls.
Colton’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. “Holy shit!
“You like it?”
“Oh, fuck yes!" Colton gasped as Dean’s licks became deeper, longer, and wetter. “Damn! That feels fantastic! You can do that all damn day!” he moaned breathlessly.
He lubed Colton up with his tongue, gently flicking, stabbing, and pressing through his flesh, preparing him for his first time with a man.
Dean grabbed the bottle of lube, which had been a permanent fixture on the side table for the last few days. He slicked both their cocks with the lube and then lubed his fingers before teasing around Colton’s hole, coating it, then slowly pressing inside.
Colton moaned as the finger slid deep inside him, slowly gliding in and out.
“You okay?” Dean asked.
Colton nodded. “Yeah. It felt awkward at first, but I’m starting to like it…a lot.”
Dean skimmed a finger from his opposite hand to Colton’s mouth, gently caressing his lips and sliding into his mouth. Colton sucked on it with a gentle moan.
Dean added another finger, stretching him a little wider.
Colton’s breathing became staggered and heavy.
“You still ok baby?”
Colton nodded, so Dean added a third finger, moving more slowly when his breathing hitched even more.
He groaned and gripped a handful of Dean’s hair, babbling and whimpering into his ear.
“Okay, I think you’re ready for the real thing.” Dean rubbed his ass, spreading his cheeks apart.
Colton nodded with a nervous smile.
“At first, it may be uncomfortable, and it will take some getting used to. You tell me to stop if you don’t like it.”
Colton nodded and Dean slowly drove his hips forward until the tip of his cock was pressing against his hole. When he slowly pushed through, Colton gasped and arched his back, grabbing a handful of bed sheet.
“You okay? Need me to stop?” Dean stopped after the first inch to let Colton relax.
“No, keep going,” Colton reassured him with an intent stare. “It’s big and it hurt a little at first, but give it all to me. I’m no fucking quitter.”
Dean smiled and slowly moved deeper until they were fully connected, as one. Colton exhaled with a gentle moan and Dean stilled once he was fully inside, letting Colton acclimate.
“Wow,” Colton whispered.
Dean nodded and slowly began to fuck him.
After a while, Colton relaxed and began to roll and tilt his hips to meet Dean’s thrusts, driving him deeper. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” he whispered.
They moved together, bodies as one, gently rolling like waves in the ocean. Dean held his head, softly, almost reverently kissing his mouth and neck.
Dean took care to move slowly, never wanting to hurt Colton.
Colton opened his mouth in a silent scream as he shot all over his belly.
Dean followed seconds later and crumpled onto Colton’s stomach, creating a seal of sweat and body fluids.
“That. Was. Incredible. I’ve never had anything in my ass before,” Colton panted, still catching his breath. “But that felt so fucking good.”
“You took it like a champ, baby.” Dean caressed his face. “I’m proud of you.”
Colton laughed, low and lazy. “I fucking loved it! I think I’m a bottom now.”
“Ha!” Dean cackled. “Hold on now, we’ve got to share the bottom duties.”
Colton rolled Dean onto his back. “I’m getting a drink.” He kissed his neck. “But you stay right there. I’m not done with you.”
Colton hopped out of bed and made his way toward the kitchen.
Dean shifted to sit against the headboard and exclaimed, “Damn! That ass!”
Colton stopped in his tracks and gave his ass a little wiggle, then continued toward the kitchen.
From the bed, Dean sang out, “L.A. Face with an Oakland booty.”
Colton roared with laughter.
The days bled into nights, the nights into days. They lost all concept of time. What happened outside was irrelevant. Dean’s bed was the center of the universe, and as far as Dean was concerned, Colton was the sun. Colton was a drug, and Dean had become an absolute addict with no hope of rehab.
They made their way through the loft, testing new exciting places to fuck…the shower, the pool, the roof, the stairwell, the kitchen counter, the gym. Practically every surface was christened.
Sometimes, the sex was slow and sensual, very tender. Other times, it became hard and rough, depraved and absolutely filthy. Dean found that Colton liked it hard and rough. The dirty talk really turned him on!
The dreaded day came when they had to get dressed and leave the loft and they headed down to Whole Foods on the first floor.
As they stocked up on groceries and provisions, they could barely contain themselves.
Colton grazed Dean’s hand as he reached for garlic.
Dean brushed his groin across Colton’s ass when reaching for chicken breasts.
Colton ran his hand across Dean’s crotch as he crossed in front.
Dean licked the back of Colton’s ear as he picked out bottles of wine.
They teased one another mercilessly until the tension was unbearable. And when they got home, the sex was fucking astounding.