20. Traveling Games & Timeline Jumps #3
“You used to be,” Dylan said, leaning back, his hands on my hips. “Now you’re the prize.”
“Mmm, I love hearing that. You’re such a good boy, taking my hole like that. That’s it.”
Calling Dyl a ‘good boy’ must have done something to him because he thrust into me harder, deeper, grunting his pleasure. I decided to try it again.
“Fuck yeah. Be a good boy for me and fuck me good. Make my legs shake. Make my cock drip.”
“Oh, Miles, fuck.”
“You like that?” I looked back at him. His eyes were closed in pure bliss, his mouth open in an ‘O’.
“Mhmm.”
“Show me. Show me how much of a good boy you can be for me.”
I pushed back and impaled myself on Dylan’s huge cock.
I dropped my head and was taken away in the current of ecstasy that enveloped me.
My walls were stretched. My body full. I didn’t want anything else in the world.
Both of us took in the absolute pleasure that our two bodies together could create.
I could feel a rope of pre-cum dripping from my throbbing cock. Could feel him pulse inside me.
“Fuck me, Dylan. Fuck me and make me yours.”
He rocked his hips forward. “You already are.”
I cried out in pure bliss. Fire sparked from where skin slapped skin. He slammed into me, hard, the moment of adjustment over, my body hungry to take him in. There was no more pain left.
Only us. Only pleasure. Two men in their most animalistic states, listening to the two howling wolves inside of them, connecting in a way that went deeper than the physical.
I moaned loud as the headboard slammed into the wall. Over and over and over.
But then Dylan paused. He slowed.
“I want you to ride me,” he said, pulling out. “And come on my chest.”
That was a request I could easily accommodate.
I wanted to finish while looking into Dylan’s eyes.
I moved aside on the bed so he could lie down.
His muscular chest was pink. His defined six-pack rippled as he breathed.
I grazed my hand over the mouth-watering muscles.
He had shaved most of his body, so he was smooth all over except for a trimmed tuft of dark brown hair above his raging-hard dick.
I climbed on top of him. Licked my lips.
Rubbed his nipple with one hand while I lined his cock up with the other.
I sat back, taking him inside me. His eyes rolled back and his mouth turned to the shape of an O.
I jerked myself off as I rolled my hips forward then back.
He was so deep, so, so deep. I was sure he was somewhere up past my stomach now.
Fuck, he was so hot and getting me so fucking close.
I leaked like a broken faucet onto his perfect six-pack.
I reached down and gently put my hand around his throat as I bounced on his dick. I traced my thumb along his plump lips. He sucked it in, eyes locked with me. He started to thrust up, meeting my movements with his own.
It was too much, I was too close. I dropped my head back. He encouraged me, still sucking my thumb. “Do it,” he said around my finger. “Come.”
Hearing that was all I needed. My entire body tensed. My toes curled and my head fell back as I blew my load. It was like a broken fire hydrant. I drenched him in cum, hitting the headboard behind him, some of it dripping off his chin, getting in his hair.
“Holy fuck,” he said as he railed up into me and stilled. His fingers dug into my hips as he held me there, emptying himself inside me, his entire body twitching and convulsing underneath me.
As our orgasms subsided, our glee took hold. I started to giggle. Like a fucking schoolgirl. That made Dylan look up and start laughing even louder. “God damn,” I said, slowly pulling off him and falling onto my back at his side. “I think you fucked me into a different timeline.”
“Oh yeah? What happens in this timeline?”
“We never got a certain president twice.”
Dylan laughed at that, still completely covered in my cum. “Sounds like a great fucking timeline.”
“As long as you’re in it, I know it’s good.
” I leaned in and kissed him, tasting myself on his lips.
I felt myself sinking deeper and deeper into the ocean of love and companionship that Dyl offered me.
The waters were perfect. I never wanted to get out.
“Seems like you loved being a good boy, too, huh?”
“I did,” Dyl said, nuzzling against me. “I loved being your good boy.”
“I could tell.” I kissed him, hard, wanting this moment to go on forever. “Let’s shower off and chill for tonight,” I said. “Unless you wanted to go out with the guys. Celebrate.”
That last bit was an invitation I selfishly hoped he wouldn’t take. I wanted to spend time with him. Wanted to hold him until he started twitching and snoring, and know he was safe in my arms.
“I’m good just celebrating with you the rest of the night.” He kissed me back and my heart floated up to the ceiling.
I may have not even played tonight but I felt like, in that moment, I had still won a prize and I was going to do my damnedest to hold onto it.