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“Christ!” Chris cried out, already feeling his orgasm flying up his spine. He couldn’t let that happen. What was Shane going to think? Chris started taking deep breaths.
Shane closed his eyes as he worked on Chris, savouring the salty tang of the precum that leaked from the slit. He was so aroused that his own hips flexed as he humped the air. His boxers suddenly felt very uncomfortable against his leaking erection. Shane reached down and pulled his boxers off his cock. His erection sprung heavy, drawing a sigh from him. Then he went to work on that cock inside his mouth. He’d planned on taking it slow but from the raging need of his own body, and the frustrated cries falling from Chris’ lips, Shane decided to take a rain check on that.
One moment, Chris felt he was taking control of his body, and the next, all ability to think simply fled. He felt Shane take him deep into his throat and start to swallow around him.
There wasn’t anything teasing about what Shane was doing, he was simply milking his cock. Chris cried out from the sweetest sensation, his hands clutching at Shane’s head as his hips lifted and held and his head fell back in pure, unaltered ecstasy. At the back of his mind, he knew he should warn Shane so he could get off his cock before he flooded his mouth with his seed but Chris just couldn’t bring himself to command his brain as he should. The sound of his own heartbeat thundered in his ears as he shot into Shane’s mouth. Chris lost all his senses along with his essence. And even as he shot, Shane kept sucking long and hard at the pulsing flesh, his tongue swirling over the hot, spurting head. It was a damn good blow job and it blew Chris’ mind right alongside.
Shane looked up at Chris when he eventually pulled off his cock, hunger shining in his beautiful eyes. Chris stared back at him, knowing for a fact that he’d never wanted to be another person’s more than he did at that moment. Chris leaned down and took Shane’s lips in the sweetest of kisses, tasting himself on Shane.
“Fuck, I love your mouth on me,” Chris growled against Shane’s swollen lips when he broke off the kiss. Then he stood up and reached for Shane’s hand to pull him up. What he asked Shane then, was the last thing Shane was expecting to be asked. “Do you have a condom?” Chris asked in a hoarse voice.
Shane froze!
Chris waited for Shane to answer his question. And when he simply kept staring at him, Chris leaned his forehead against Shane’s and asked again…more softly this time.
“Shane, do you have a condom?”
“No,” Shane whispered.
“How about lube?” Chris asked. And at Shane’s nod, Chris bent down to pick up his jeans and took out his wallet. Keeping an eye on Shane the whole time, Chris pulled out a condom. He really didn’t care what Shane thought. He was always prepared…big deal. With his leg, he pushed Shane’s boxer briefs, which was still around his knees, down. “Step out.” He instructed softly and waited till Shane stepped out of them. “Come on,” Chris said as he drew Shane to the bed.
For someone who had just blown his mind with the best blowjob ever, Chris thought Shane looked…unsure of what to do. He gently pushed Shane onto his back on the bed and crawled up to cover his body with his. Then to put Shane at ease, Chris proceeded to kiss him like he’d never been kissed before. By the time he tore his mouth away from Shane’s, Shane was thrusting up uncontrollably against Chris, smearing so much precum between them.
“Chris…” Shane whimpered. “I need to…”
“Not yet, baby,” Chris murmured. “Where’s the lube?”
Shane reached into his side drawer and took out a tube of lube and gave it to Chris. Without wasting much time, Chris tore the packet of condoms and rolled it on Shane’s length. He didn’t want to think about the mammoth cock in his hand and the damage it could do to him. He couldn’t think about that. He poured a generous amount of lube onto Shane’s cock, and then reached back to quickly work some into his own hole. He’d tried a small toy on himself thanks to the urging of Aaron. But it was nothing like the weapon he was about to take. What was it the little shit had said? ‘All that matters is the very first ‘take’.’ Well, this was it, Chris thought grimly.
“Are you ready for this?” He asked Shane who had been silently watching him the whole time.
“Are you?” Shane retorted softly.
Chris stared at Shane. His heart was pounding but his dick was harder than it had ever been. Then he looked up at Shane and shrugged sexily. “What do you think?” Chris smirked, making Shane laugh softly.
“You don’t have to do this, Chris. I just want to…”
“We are doing this so shut up, Shane.” Chris almost growled, cutting Shane off. Then taking a deep breath, Chris moved to straddle Shane’s hips.
Shane could barely breathe from the sight of Chris above him. The way Chris’ bare skin looked against his own dark one was so striking, dizzying, and arousing all at once. Shane’s hunger for Chris skyrocketed.
Chris reached back, took Shane’s cock in his hand, and with rapt concentration, determination, and focus, directed the curved head against his lubed-up puckered hole and started to slowly sink down on it.
“Fuck!” Chris gasped as sweat broke out on his forehead. He’d never felt so much pain. To stop himself from screaming in pain, he bit his lip so hard he could taste blood. Chris lost his erection.
Shane moaned when he felt the tightest heat around his cock. “Sweet Lord. So tight.” It was fucking unbelievable. But he couldn’t ignore the pain on Chris’ face. “Chris, stop this,” Shane growled, trying to push Chris off him but Chris wouldn’t budge. Under any other circumstances, Shane would have unseated Chris in an instant but the pleasure he was deriving from Chris’ tight heat, was so mind-blowing that Shane had lost some strength in his limbs. “Oh my God.” A stuttering wail escaped Shane. He’d never felt anything so exquisite.
By the time Chris stopped sliding down Shane’s throbbing length, a tear or two had escaped his tightly shut eyes and he was panting as if he was in labour.