Page 29 of Glitter

Having already come once, my stamina really should’ve been better. But his hole was so hot, so tight, so magnificently fitted around my dick, that my balls were ready to unleash.

“More, more, more. C’mon, give it to me. More,” he begged. “Want it. Need it.”

Throwing the entire weight of his slim body backward, he impaled himself on my dick, over and over, forcing me to drive into him as far as I could.

The only warning I had that he was coming was the sudden fierce spasm of his channel clamping down around my dick. A split second later, my hand was flooded with a gushing pool of cum. A moment after that was when my angel let out a long, loud warbling wail as his cock volleyed a second and third blast of cum.

The motion of my hips stuttered as his orgasm prompted my balls to tighten up even further and throb with the signal that I was about to come in 3…2…

I rammed my dick deep inside his ass one more time as it began pulsing, cum rapidly spurting from my slit, filling the condom.

“Oh fuck. Oh shit. Oh shit fucking damn fuck shit.”

Moaning a litany of profanity, I jerkily thrust my cock into him as my orgasm swept through me. His hole was a tight vise around my length, squeezing and milking me for each and every single drop of cum that my poor relieved balls were willing to give up.

I wasn’t ready to leave the warm, snug embrace of his channel, wallowing in the happy chemicals released in my brain from an outstanding orgasm. Unfortunately, I didn’t have much of a choice, as my angel shifted his weight forward and slid himself off my sated dick.

Gracefully rolling himself onto his back and arranging his limbs so that he was comfortable, he languidly commented, “Mmm, hot damn that was a good fuck.”

Most of his cum had ended up in my hand or splattered in uneven arcs on the sheet below him. But some of it had splashed on him, and I watched, fascinated, as he trailed his fingers over his stomach and rubbed those white, creamy splotches into his skin.

“I wish I could credit myself with frequently having good ideas, but I can’t,” he said. “Still…I think we can both agree that moving our interlude to somewhere more private was a truly stellar idea. Don’t you think, boo?” Seemingly not paying attention to the nod I gave in agreement, he continued, “Not only did I get to suck you off without getting my clothes all grimy, we didn’t have to rush and we were able to get a round 2 in.” He made a happy humming sound as he congratulated himself again. “Yep, definitely one of my better ideas.”

His eyes leisurely scanned my naked body and I realized what I must look like, kneeling on his bed, a floppy, filled condom dangling from my dick. I quickly pulled it off, knotted it closed, and, with a grimace of apology and a mental note to myself to take care of it later, I dropped it onto the floor next to his bed.

And then I sat back on my heels, the hairy fuzz on my butt a ticklish, minor annoyance, as I waited to find out if I was about to be summarily sent on my way now that the sex was over. I would be disappointed, but not surprised, if that was the case.

But instead of reminding me that I knew where the door was and teasingly commanding me to not leave any of my clothing behind, my angel slowly extended one of his arms out to the side. “Well, come on then, boo,” he said. “Don’t just sit there like a big slab of cuddly man-cub, come here. Come on. Wedge yourself on in close.”

His eyes flitted down, focusing somewhere near my knees, as if he didn’t want to look at my face to see my reaction to, what was clearly, his invitation to cuddle. I couldn’t be sure, but it also appeared as though he was holding his breath as he waited to see what I would do.

I wished he had been looking at my face. He would’ve seen that, as soon as those words left his mouth, there was no hesitation or decision-making to be had on my end.

Eyeing up the space he’d left for me, I realized that I would end up lying directly on top of the wet patch his cum had left on the sheet. Not ideal, but the discomfort would be worth it in order to snuggle up close to him for as long as he’d allow.

Bracing my right hand on the bed, I repositioned myself until I was laying on my side, my body stretched out alongside his. Tentatively, I settled my head on the bony jut of his shoulder, draping my left arm across his stomach.

Almost immediately, his right hand came up and he began lightly sifting his fingers through the layer of hair covering my forearm. His voice was mellow and content sounding as he stated, “See, this is nice. Silly boo, sitting all the way over there. Did you think I was going to bite or something?”

Well, no, no biting. I had thought he was going to kick me out before the cum even had a chance to dry, though. Politely, sure. But kick me out, all the same.

But I didn’t want to give him any ideas, if that particular urge hadn’t occurred to him. So, I only offered up a noncommittal hum.

“Nope, no biting here.” There was a brief pause, his fingers continuing to meander random trails through my arm hair. Then he added, “Well…maybe some biting. If you give me a little bit of time to recover from the nut-draining fucking you just unleashed on me. Tomorrow’s only Sunday; we both have some time to rest and recover before heading into work on Monday if we want to go for round 3.”

He walked his fingers up my arm and over the chunky bulge of my biceps, then traipsing along the line of my collar bone until the settled just beneath my chin. He nudged my head up so that our eyes met, asking, “What do you think, boo? A third round sound good?”

I idly wondered at what point he would stop asking me these kinds of questions. Because I was always going to give him the same answer. Every. Time.

“Whatever you want. Anything you want.”

Chapter 13

The sun was still only a soft brush, painting the sheets and my angel’s exposed leg with gentle, golden strokes when a staccato knock tapped on his door and a loud, chipper voice called out “Rise and shine, Dusti-socks! Sun’s out. Time for little boys to be up and about!”

Two things then happened at once.

First, the door swung open, revealing a short, trim woman, with a tumble of gold curls, wearing a fluffy, pink bathrobe and poofy, pink slippers with, honest-to-goodness, bunny ears. The owner of the cheerful, feminine voice, I assumed.

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