Page 57 of The Heartstrings of Harry
“There are condoms in there too,” Dean called from the bed, before adding, “If any will fit.”
I chuckled, found the condoms, slid one onto my aching dick, then returned with the lube.
I resumed my previous position, kneeling between his legs, his ankles resting on my shoulders.
I slicked my dick with the lube and the scent of peaches filled the room.
I wet my fingers and slid them back into his ass, and suddenly Dean smelled like peaches too.
I set the bottle on his nightstand, took my cock in one hand, and pressed the palm of my other hand against his chest.
“Are you ready?” I asked.
He nodded silently.
“Just breathe easy. In and out.” His chest rose and fell under my palm. “In and out. In and—”
He cried out as I nudged the head of my cock inside him.
I stopped, he held his breath, and as he exhaled, I said, “And out.”
I pushed myself all the way inside him. “Dean? You okay?”
The veins on both sides of his neck bulged.
His eyes blinked frantically.
Then, with a calm and steady breath he nodded. “Yeah. I’m good.” A smile spread across his lips. “I’m better than good. I’m great.”
Slowly, carefully, I eased my cock out of him, not quite all the way. Then gently I pushed my way inside him again.
His passage had relaxed a little more, and I felt less resistance this time.
I slid inside him again and again.
He scrunched the sheets in his fists, but I could feel the tension slowly leaving his body as he welcomed my cock, over and over.
I increased my rhythm, my thrusts growing faster.
With one hand he grabbed his own stiff cock in his fist and began stroking it roughly. “Take me,” he uttered. “Fuck me. Harder!”
I repositioned myself on my knees. I lifted his ass higher and began pounding him, my desire for him hungry and untamed now.
I wanted him to feel the heat of my cum as I filled the condom.
I wanted him to come all over his chest and stomach, I wanted to see how far he could shoot his load.
I didn’t have to wait long to find out.
The thought of it made me grunt with delight and pump his firm young body even harder. He groaned louder, a signal that he was about to come again.
My chest swelled.
My balls were ready to explode.
And then, with a guttural noise that sounded like it came from a dangerous animal, I cried out, “Fuck! I’m coming! I’m…”
Dean released the sheets, and one hand shot toward my nipple, twisting it hard.
