sheathed cock with lube. “But let me demonstrate my Plains Indian skills.”
He swiped some lube on his own hole, raised up, and began to lower himself on Jake’s rigid cock.
“Holy shit, you mean there’s a position we missed last night?”
“Oh baby, you’ve got lots to learn.”
Roan began to ride. The strong, lean thighs levered him up and down, taking Jake’s cock deep into his own tight ass while his enormous penis bobbed in front of him. His eyes were closed and head hung back with the silky black hair flying, and Jake wanted to be his buffalo pony forever. Jesus, it felt so good. Never in his whole life would he have dreamed how much he could love fucking a man. But he did; oh shit, he did. He knew he couldn’t last long. He’d awakened already horny, but he didn’t want it to end.
Jake tried to thrust back, but in this position, Roan did most of the work, so he just relaxed and enjoyed while his beauty got his lower body exercise for the week. Tight, hot. Jake couldn’t help but wish he wasn’t wearing the condom. He wanted to come in Roan’s ass and fill him up till he overflowed. But who knew where that ass had been?
Roan’s big dick was glowing a brilliant pink and leaking like a water fountain. Jake so wanted to suck it, but that much of a contortionist he wasn’t, so he reached out with both hands and began to rub the big cock fast and hard on both sides like it was a huge fire stick.
“Shiiiiit.” Roan’s pumping became frantic as he literally jumped up and down on Jake. Jake kept making fire as Roan’s head swung wildly back and forth, and the boy demonstrated a whole new obscene vocabulary. Jake’s balls were pulled tight as acorns, and he was getting light-headed trying to hold back his orgasm. The dam broke.
“Roan, baby, God, you are soooo hot!” he screamed as he felt like his balls were exploding, and his body convulsed with the spurts of cum filling the condom. “So good. So good.” He opened his eyes to watch tears flowing down the most beautiful face in the world.
Finally, Roan collapsed forward onto Jake’s chest, and his softening cock slowly pulled out of Roan’s ass. Jake tossed the condom on the floor and held Roan tightly, sensing the vulnerability that the boy didn’t want to show.
“Hey, my little wild thing. You okay?”
The head bobbed on his chest. “More than.” Jake nibbled his ear.
“I never fully appreciated Geronimo before. Or was it Crazy Horse?”
Roan laughed what might have been called a giggle if it hadn’t been so low and sultry. “Well, after all the ways you’ve been in my ass in the last twelve hours, baby, now I’m Sitting Bull.”
* * *
Roan loved to cook. After a few hours of cuddling and kissing on the couch while watching movies in the media room, Roan was exercising his other great love, preparing the early dinner he’d promised Angie and Tick Tock. During the height of fashion season, when he barely had time to sleep, he hired a chef to prepare healthy meals, but in the slower times, he loved to be creative in the kitchen himself. Right now he was dredging some sole fillets and preparing a sauce for baked red potatoes. Jake was ripping greens for a salad.
While cooking usually relaxed Roan, it wasn’t having its usual effect. They hadn’t talked a lot during their cuddling, almost by mutual agreement, but now the thoughts were crowding Roan’s head. Who was the woman Jake cared about? How committed to her was he? Was Jake’s time with Roan just a fling? He said he wasn’t comfortable with the gay thing, but he seemed to love the sex. How would he feel tomorrow?
Jake interrupted his troubled musings. “Tell me about the tattoo.”
“What about it?”
“There’s gotta be a story. Hearts and skulls I get, but D.H. Lawrence?”
Roan smiled tightly, the memories a bit too dark. “It’s a manifesto of sorts. I found the poem one time in the library and always remembered it. When I decided to screw the bastards
He swiped some lube on his own hole, raised up, and began to lower himself on Jake’s rigid cock.
“Holy shit, you mean there’s a position we missed last night?”
“Oh baby, you’ve got lots to learn.”
Roan began to ride. The strong, lean thighs levered him up and down, taking Jake’s cock deep into his own tight ass while his enormous penis bobbed in front of him. His eyes were closed and head hung back with the silky black hair flying, and Jake wanted to be his buffalo pony forever. Jesus, it felt so good. Never in his whole life would he have dreamed how much he could love fucking a man. But he did; oh shit, he did. He knew he couldn’t last long. He’d awakened already horny, but he didn’t want it to end.
Jake tried to thrust back, but in this position, Roan did most of the work, so he just relaxed and enjoyed while his beauty got his lower body exercise for the week. Tight, hot. Jake couldn’t help but wish he wasn’t wearing the condom. He wanted to come in Roan’s ass and fill him up till he overflowed. But who knew where that ass had been?
Roan’s big dick was glowing a brilliant pink and leaking like a water fountain. Jake so wanted to suck it, but that much of a contortionist he wasn’t, so he reached out with both hands and began to rub the big cock fast and hard on both sides like it was a huge fire stick.
“Shiiiiit.” Roan’s pumping became frantic as he literally jumped up and down on Jake. Jake kept making fire as Roan’s head swung wildly back and forth, and the boy demonstrated a whole new obscene vocabulary. Jake’s balls were pulled tight as acorns, and he was getting light-headed trying to hold back his orgasm. The dam broke.
“Roan, baby, God, you are soooo hot!” he screamed as he felt like his balls were exploding, and his body convulsed with the spurts of cum filling the condom. “So good. So good.” He opened his eyes to watch tears flowing down the most beautiful face in the world.
Finally, Roan collapsed forward onto Jake’s chest, and his softening cock slowly pulled out of Roan’s ass. Jake tossed the condom on the floor and held Roan tightly, sensing the vulnerability that the boy didn’t want to show.
“Hey, my little wild thing. You okay?”
The head bobbed on his chest. “More than.” Jake nibbled his ear.
“I never fully appreciated Geronimo before. Or was it Crazy Horse?”
Roan laughed what might have been called a giggle if it hadn’t been so low and sultry. “Well, after all the ways you’ve been in my ass in the last twelve hours, baby, now I’m Sitting Bull.”
* * *
Roan loved to cook. After a few hours of cuddling and kissing on the couch while watching movies in the media room, Roan was exercising his other great love, preparing the early dinner he’d promised Angie and Tick Tock. During the height of fashion season, when he barely had time to sleep, he hired a chef to prepare healthy meals, but in the slower times, he loved to be creative in the kitchen himself. Right now he was dredging some sole fillets and preparing a sauce for baked red potatoes. Jake was ripping greens for a salad.
While cooking usually relaxed Roan, it wasn’t having its usual effect. They hadn’t talked a lot during their cuddling, almost by mutual agreement, but now the thoughts were crowding Roan’s head. Who was the woman Jake cared about? How committed to her was he? Was Jake’s time with Roan just a fling? He said he wasn’t comfortable with the gay thing, but he seemed to love the sex. How would he feel tomorrow?
Jake interrupted his troubled musings. “Tell me about the tattoo.”
“What about it?”
“There’s gotta be a story. Hearts and skulls I get, but D.H. Lawrence?”
Roan smiled tightly, the memories a bit too dark. “It’s a manifesto of sorts. I found the poem one time in the library and always remembered it. When I decided to screw the bastards
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