Chapter 29 - Sweating, Working, Dancing #3
The heat was incredible for both. “Julian, wait.” Callum gasped as he felt the heavy, blunt pressure of Julian’s large cockhead press into him. Julian was massive, a true ‘Titan’ in every sense of the word, and the sheer scale of him felt like it would split Callum in two.
“Wait, stop, it’s too big. I can't.” Callum was tensing up.
“Look at me,” Julian commanded, voice a low, steady anchor. He turned Callum’s head, so their eyes met. “Breathe, Cal. You’ve spent months teaching me how to handle the weight. Now it’s your turn, but you must relax yourself for me.”
Callum breathed out, a long, ragged breath, focusing on relaxing his entire body. He flexed and relaxed his hole as Julian pushed, slowly, his entry continuing.
“Ok?” Julian asked, but he felt Callum accepting him.
Callum’s eyes went wide, his forehead digging into the leather upholstery as his body naturally fought to accept the intrusion. He was pushing; he could feel his hole burning, stretched to its limit, his muscles trembling with the very effort of relaxing.
“That's it,” Julian whispered, his thumb tracing Callum’s lower lip as he continued to push, eyes locked. He could feel him opening to him. “Take it all. Every fucking inch.”
Callum felt nothing but a hot and heavy burning sensation.
Julian’s girth was unlike anything he’d ever known.
But in a split second, his hole accepted it, and it quickly flipped from being pain to a shuddering sensation of absolute pleasure, the emanating heat washing over his entire body as it pulsed deep from within him. The feeling was overwhelming.
Julian felt it too. They stopped moving, bodies connected in a way they had never been before, as one. He wrapped his arms tightly around Callum, feeling nothing other than absolute pleasure and intense love for his man.
It was a slow, crushing rhythm at first, gentle and tender with small movements, but it built into a powerful grind.
Julian’s hands were tight on Callum’s hips, guiding and supporting his every move.
Callum was tensing and matching each thrust Julian made.
There was no Titan in control here, each played his part in the act, working together, creating an unforgettable first. The only sounds were the unmistakable slap of sweaty skin against skin, skin hitting leather, punctuated by the throbbing bass of the deep dance beats.
Callum was completely lost in the moment.
He’d never known anything like it. The heat, the pressure, the scent of Julian’s skin.
He was no longer the trainer, and Julian was no longer the Titan; they were just two hot guys fucking, hard and dark.
Callum was so aroused, his dick fully erect under him, but he couldn’t even wank himself at that moment, needing all his strength to steady himself for each thrust Julian bestowed on him.
But at the same time, he was so aroused, it almost felt like he was wanking without touching his own dick.
The thrusts continued; Julian’s hands ran over his body as they fell into an unwavering rhythm, on his abs, his chest, his nipples.
He tweaked them, feeling them stiffen under his touch.
As climax came for Julian, he let out a beast-like roar, his body shuddering as he pounded hard and deep into Callum in one final thrust. The feeling of Julian’s engorged member swell and deepen was enough for Callum, whose dick, without a touch, shot his load a second later over the leather upholstery beneath him.
They collapsed onto the sofa, bodies alight with a pleasure so intense it felt like they were afire.
Julian was still buried deep inside him, Callum’s arse locked around his meat.
There they stayed for a few minutes, both shuddering, struggling for breath, hearts pounding, bodies alive with molten lava and the post-rush sensation from orgasm.
Julian crushed him into his embrace, and he could feel his heart returning to normal, alongside Callum’s. Julian slowly pulled away, and they separated. One became two again. Julian flipped him over, looking deep into his eyes.
“That was…” Julian started, his eyes glistening.
“… everything.” Callum finished.
Julian was breathless, and tears ran down his cheeks. “I’ve never experienced anything like that in my life. You are incredible, Cal.” He kissed him slowly and tenderly, completely in contrast to what had gone on moments before.
Callum wiped Julian’s tears away. “I thought I wasn’t going to be able to take you, but somehow it ended up being the most amazing experience of my life,” Callum said, tearing up himself now, too.
“One day I too would like to know that sensation,” Julian said, now wiping away Callum’s tears.
“Yes, I’d like that too,” Callum added with a smile.
“I’ve never…” Julian began, but Callum silenced him with a finger to his lips. Julian smiled and blew air out of his mouth before leaning in to him, his tongue wetting Callum’s suddenly dry mouth, as they both got lost again in their embrace.
“Are you okay, Cal?” Julian asked when they surfaced for air.
“More than okay thank you. I’m glad we waited, but that was more intense than I ever imagined.”
“Eight weeks, young man. Eight weeks that have changed our lives completely,” Julian said, with a big smile.
As they looked at each other, Callum mouthed silently, ‘L-word’.
Julian just nodded and kissed the man he ‘L-worded’.