Page 5 of Gay Sex Club Collection

He slowly pushed his fat cock into him, and I had to wonder just how much would fit. It was a big cock, and Sean was so skinny.

Sean sucked back a breath, his eyes closed, and his mouth open. Dale leaned over him, still inching into him. “You okay?” he asked; his breath was ragged.

Sean nodded as he palmed Dale’s chest. “Yeah.”

Dale didn’t get all the way in, but he stopped and gave the twink a few moments to get used to being breached. And then he pulled out a little, only to push back in again. I had a perfect view of this seesawing motion, watching his huge cock sink into that pale little ass and hearing Sean moan.

I’d heard that sound before. Hell, I’d made that sound before.

That was a “this is so fucking good, I’m so fucking full of cock, and I love it” sound.

“Yeah, you like that,” Dale murmured, all husky with pleasure and restraint. “Can you feel me inside you?”

Sean made a keening, breathy sound in response, and when Dale leaned over him, changing the angle of where they were joined, Sean gasped.

Dale stopped. “Feel okay?”

Sean’s fingers clawed into Dale’s back, and his legs hitched higher. “Yes. Oh, fuck. Yes.”

Dale started to move slowly again. He was tender and careful, kissing him softly. If they weren’t strangers before this, I’d say they were making love. Dale cupped Sean’s face, their mouths barely touching except for almost-kisses in time with their thrusts.

Sean’s cock was left untouched between them, but it was clear Dale was teaching him how there could be pleasure in other ways. And sweet Jesus, he was teaching him well.

Eventually, Dale started to move a little faster, his hips rocked a little harder. “You feel so good,” he whispered. I barely heard the words. “You’re gonna make me come.”

Sean reacted with a cry and he lifted his legs higher still, and Dale pulled back off him a bit, I realized, so he could thrust deeper. “Watch my face when I come in you,” Dale demanded, bucking his hips harder.

Sean’s eyes widened and focused on the man over him, full of wonder and awe as Dale flexed and then stilled over him.

Dale’s ass cheeks clenched as he came, his head fell back, and he groaned, “Fuuuuuck.”

“Yeah,” Sean cried. “God, that’s so hot.”

Dale collapsed onto his elbows, his forehead on Sean’s chest. He slowly pulled out of Sean but stayed on top of him. “How do you feel? Not too sore?”

Sean shook his head vehemently. “No. I feel… weird, but not sore.”

“Open.”

Sean nodded. “Empty.”

Dale snorted. “Spoken like a true bottom.”

Sean blushed and tried to duck his head, but Dale kissed him instead. “You’re still hard. How about I take care of that for you?”

Sean opened his mouth to say something but could only nod. So Dale pulled back so he could kneel between Sean’s legs, his thighs pulled over Dale’s. “You’re still slick and open for me,” Dale said huskily. “I’m gonna make you come really hard, okay?”

Sean nodded again, and Dale sunk two fingers inside him and wrapped his other hand around Sean’s cock. “I’m gonna tap your prostate and jack you off at the same time, and I promise you, you have never felt anything so good.”

Dale was already working his magic spot, and Sean couldn’t even nod. All he could do was gasp. His whole body twitched.

Dale played that twink’s body like a violin.

He fucked his ass with two fingers, curled around just right, and pumped his cock until Sean twitched and convulsed. Sean fisted the sheets at his sides and threw his back, his neck corded tight. His mouth opened in a silent scream as he came into the condom, and convulsed, and came some more.

He was twitching so badly, he looked like he’d been tased, and Dale pulled his hand free and discarded the used condom. He slid up beside him and wrapped his arms around him. “You okay there?”

“Holy living fuck, Jesus.”

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