Page 33 of Deep Waters

“It’s all great so far,” Christian said. His eyes followed the trail of hair down the centre of his abdomen, where it fanned wider beneath his navel, leading the way into his pants.

Harry stripped hurriedly. His cock was even thicker than Christian remembered. His foreskin had retracted, revealing the gloriously moist pink head.

Christian rushed over and wrapped his arms around him, going straight in for a deep, soul-kiss. They pressed their bodies together, hot, naked skin against skin. Harry moved his hands to Christian’s arse again, gripping the flesh and pulling him hard against his hips. They ground their cocks together, both slippery with pre-cum. Christian moaned. This level of intense desire was something he hadn’t experienced in years.Have I ever wanted anyone as much as this?

Harry took the condoms and lube from his hands and guided him to the bed. “How do you want this?” he asked softly.

“Any way I can,” he replied. He climbed on the bed, shuffling to the top. With his head and shoulders supported on pillows, he spread his arms and legs, beckoning Harry to him. Harry grinned, maintaining eye contact as he crawled towards him. He knelt between Christian’s legs and put on the condom.

“I’ll be careful,” Harry said as he squeezed lube into his palm and spread it over his cock from head to base. Then he put his fingers between Christian’s buttocks and sought his opening, spreading lube around the rim before slowly entering and preparing the way. His touch was smooth and gentle. “This okay?”

Christian nodded. “I’m ready.”

Harry hooked his elbows beneath Christian’s thighs, raising his hips. Christian groaned from deep within his chest when the head of Harry’s cock pressed against his hole. He caught his breath, and looking into Harry’s eyes, he nodded.

There was no pain. After so long without sex, he’d expected there would be. His body unfurled, welcoming the hardness of Harry’s dick, taking the girth. They moaned together. Harry leaned over him as he drove to the hilt, bending his head for a kiss, pushing his tongue into Christian’s mouth. Christian put his hands on Harry’s torso, marvelling at the strength and beauty of the man inside him.

“Is this okay?” Harry asked, breathing heavily into him.

“Mm-m. Fantastic.”

Harry twitched his cock. Christian groaned with delight, and they both laughed.

“Feel good?”

“The best.”

Bearing his weight on his hands and knees, Harry took up a slow thrust, sliding back and forth with a fluid motion. Christian leaned his head forward, searching for more kisses, wanting to consume as much of Harry as he could. The pleasure was insane. He couldn’t remember anyone ever filling him so perfectly.

Soon they were soaked with sweat. Their skin was slick as they pushed against each other.

Christian was aware of Harry making most of the effort. After a while, he urged him to roll onto his back. Christian climbed on top and impaled himself once again, riding him to an exquisitely paced rhythm. There was no rush. He didn’t want this to end. Harry put his hands on Christian’s waist and gazed at his body through half-lidded eyes as he rose and fell on top of him. Harry’s face flushed a deep shade of pink, and his blond hair was soaked with sweat. Christian pushed his fingers into the lush curls on his chest, steading himself on his large pecs.

When they moved again, it was onto their sides. Harry took him in a spoon position, wrapping his arms around him and entering from behind. The intimacy, the depth of penetration, was the most sensational yet, allowing Christian to push his arse against Harry’s hips. Harry’s breath quickened and a desperate sound entered his moans of pleasure. He moved his hand to Christian’s cock then squeezed and jerked.

“I’m gonna come,” he gasped. “Let me bring you with me.”

Christian surrendered to him completely. Harry’s thrusts became deeper and more purposeful as he neared the end. He moved his hand across Christian’s cock, stroking him to the inevitable. Their cries became louder and more desperate, the tension in their bodies reaching a peak of intense torture—then it burst.

Harry thrust hard as he came, forcing his cock against Christian’s prostate, taking him over the edge with him. Christian spurted all over the bed. He seemed to be endlessly coming, blowing off shot after shot of thick white cream.

“Oh, God,” he gasped when the trembling ceased. He rolled against Harry’s chest, feeling his heart hammer against his back. Harry put his hand on Christian’s hip, holding him in place, their bodies locked together. His breath rasped against the back of Christian’s head.

“Fuck,” Harry said on a long exhalation.

“Totally,” Christian gasped. “Are you okay?”

“Are you kidding? I’ve never been better.”

They snuggled even closer. Harry kissed the back of Christian’s neck. Christian savoured the fullness inside him. Harry didn’t feel like he had softened in the slightest after coming.The miracle of youth. Christian remembered what it had been like when he was under thirty, too. He rebuked himself for the thought. Harry hadn’t made a single remark about the difference in their ages. If it didn’t bother him, Christian had to get over it, too.

“I’d better take this out,” Harry said at last. “I think I probably overloaded this condom.”

They both laughed. Christian held his legs apart while Harry carefully withdrew. He rolled onto his back, watching as Harry trod a heavy step to the bathroom. His meaty arse jiggled magnificently as he did. He returned with a towel, and they cleaned the wet stains Christian had left on the bed covers as best they could.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who blew a huge load,” Harry said as he lay back down.

Christian rolled against him, pressing his naked body to his, draping an arm across his chest.

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