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with disappointment when Tate got up. He quickly returned with a condom and the bottle of lube. “Roll over.”
He did, and Tate playfully slapped his ass. “I can’t believe I get to be the first to tap this.” Doug felt cool lube drizzle down the crack of his ass. Then the feel of Tate’s fingers as he rubbed it in. A moment later, he felt Tate’s cock pressed against him.
“Breathe out, baby. I’ll take it slow. Relax.”
It felt uncomfortable at first, and he almost asked Tate to stop. Then Tate reached around him and played with his cock. Suddenly, he felt himself loosen up, and Tate’s cock slid all the way home.
His cock exploded in Tate’s hand, covering him with his juices.
Tate laughed and slapped him on the ass again. “My, my, aren’t we anxious. I can’t wait until you’re recovered and can fuck me good and properly.” He grabbed Doug’s hips and thrust. “I like it when a guy takes charge.”
Doug moaned as the feeling of Tate’s cock bumping against his prostate triggered yet another erection. Holy crap, he’d never felt this horny in his entire life!
“Get ready,” Tate gasped. The sound of their fucking filled the room. Doug loved the warm, musky scent of their sex mixing together. Tate’s fingers dug into Doug’s hips and he slammed home one final time.
Doug felt Tate’s cock swell and throb inside him as the other man grunted, “Fuck, yes!”
They collapsed onto the bed together, exhausted.
After they recovered and grabbed a shower, they ended up in bed again, with Doug on top this time. He didn’t need much coaching to slide his condom-clad cock inside Tate’s ass.
He had to stop once he was all the way in. He’d never felt anything as good as Tate’s tight channel gripping his cock. Even the earlier blow job paled in comparison.
Tate’s fists balled the sheets. “Fuck me, baby. Please!”
Doug took a couple of deep breaths to regain control. “I will. Hold on. I don’t want to blow.”
Tate tried to arch back against him, and Doug slapped his ass with more than a little warning sting. “I said hold still.”
Tate whimpered, but complied.
Something inside Doug came alive. “Did you like that, baby?”
“Yes!” he gasped into the pillow.
He smacked Tate’s other ass cheek. “You really do like it when I take control like this, don’t you?”
Tate squirmed against him. “Fuck, yes!”
Doug grinned as he spanked Tate. As the man’s ass cheeks turned red, Doug felt his own cock throbbing, rock hard. He leaned forward, buried his hand in Tate’s blond hair, and yanked his head back. “This ass belongs to me, do you hear me?”
“Yes! Please, fuck me!”
Doug slowly withdrew before slamming his cock home again. “I’ll fuck you all night long, baby.” He smacked Tate’s ass with his free hand. “Tell me who owns this ass.”
“You do!”
“That’s right.” Smack!
It only took three more strokes for Tate to come like that. Doug let go of his hair, dug his fingers into Tate’s hips, and fucked him as hard as he could.
Tate happily moaned. “Yeeesss!”
Doug let out a cry as his climax felt like it would rip his cock right off his body. It started deep inside his balls, bigger than any he could remember, swelling and bursting from him and taking the strength from his muscles.
Sweaty and spent, he collapsed on top of Tate. They rolled to their sides, and Tate clutched Doug’s arm around his chest.
“I think I love you,” Tate mumbled.
Doug kissed the back of Tate’s neck. “Me, too.”
In his bedroom at his parents’ house, Doug took a deep breath as he quietly came. Masturbating to memories of their first weekend together never failed to get him over the edge.
He just hoped that would be enough to sustain him after he lost Tate.
* * * *
On Saturday, Doug waited until midmorning to call Tate. Tate liked to sleep late on the weekends since he had to get up early during the week.
His heart pounded when Tate answered with
He did, and Tate playfully slapped his ass. “I can’t believe I get to be the first to tap this.” Doug felt cool lube drizzle down the crack of his ass. Then the feel of Tate’s fingers as he rubbed it in. A moment later, he felt Tate’s cock pressed against him.
“Breathe out, baby. I’ll take it slow. Relax.”
It felt uncomfortable at first, and he almost asked Tate to stop. Then Tate reached around him and played with his cock. Suddenly, he felt himself loosen up, and Tate’s cock slid all the way home.
His cock exploded in Tate’s hand, covering him with his juices.
Tate laughed and slapped him on the ass again. “My, my, aren’t we anxious. I can’t wait until you’re recovered and can fuck me good and properly.” He grabbed Doug’s hips and thrust. “I like it when a guy takes charge.”
Doug moaned as the feeling of Tate’s cock bumping against his prostate triggered yet another erection. Holy crap, he’d never felt this horny in his entire life!
“Get ready,” Tate gasped. The sound of their fucking filled the room. Doug loved the warm, musky scent of their sex mixing together. Tate’s fingers dug into Doug’s hips and he slammed home one final time.
Doug felt Tate’s cock swell and throb inside him as the other man grunted, “Fuck, yes!”
They collapsed onto the bed together, exhausted.
After they recovered and grabbed a shower, they ended up in bed again, with Doug on top this time. He didn’t need much coaching to slide his condom-clad cock inside Tate’s ass.
He had to stop once he was all the way in. He’d never felt anything as good as Tate’s tight channel gripping his cock. Even the earlier blow job paled in comparison.
Tate’s fists balled the sheets. “Fuck me, baby. Please!”
Doug took a couple of deep breaths to regain control. “I will. Hold on. I don’t want to blow.”
Tate tried to arch back against him, and Doug slapped his ass with more than a little warning sting. “I said hold still.”
Tate whimpered, but complied.
Something inside Doug came alive. “Did you like that, baby?”
“Yes!” he gasped into the pillow.
He smacked Tate’s other ass cheek. “You really do like it when I take control like this, don’t you?”
Tate squirmed against him. “Fuck, yes!”
Doug grinned as he spanked Tate. As the man’s ass cheeks turned red, Doug felt his own cock throbbing, rock hard. He leaned forward, buried his hand in Tate’s blond hair, and yanked his head back. “This ass belongs to me, do you hear me?”
“Yes! Please, fuck me!”
Doug slowly withdrew before slamming his cock home again. “I’ll fuck you all night long, baby.” He smacked Tate’s ass with his free hand. “Tell me who owns this ass.”
“You do!”
“That’s right.” Smack!
It only took three more strokes for Tate to come like that. Doug let go of his hair, dug his fingers into Tate’s hips, and fucked him as hard as he could.
Tate happily moaned. “Yeeesss!”
Doug let out a cry as his climax felt like it would rip his cock right off his body. It started deep inside his balls, bigger than any he could remember, swelling and bursting from him and taking the strength from his muscles.
Sweaty and spent, he collapsed on top of Tate. They rolled to their sides, and Tate clutched Doug’s arm around his chest.
“I think I love you,” Tate mumbled.
Doug kissed the back of Tate’s neck. “Me, too.”
In his bedroom at his parents’ house, Doug took a deep breath as he quietly came. Masturbating to memories of their first weekend together never failed to get him over the edge.
He just hoped that would be enough to sustain him after he lost Tate.
* * * *
On Saturday, Doug waited until midmorning to call Tate. Tate liked to sleep late on the weekends since he had to get up early during the week.
His heart pounded when Tate answered with
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