Page 58 of The Heartstrings of Harry
It was more than enough to tip me over the edge.
“God! Fuck!” I roared.
I threw my head back, and with that I felt the rush of cum fill the head of the condom.
In the same moment, Dean cried out again.
I glanced down to see him unleash his second wave of semen, the white fluid splashing up his chest, spattering over his neck, and spooling onto his chin and lips.
Watching the impressive trajectory made even more cum gush from my dick into the condom.
Tremors rocked my body and I shuddered uncontrollably.
I took Dean’s narrow hips in my hands and thrust myself inside one last time, my pelvis locking against his ass cheeks as the last of my seed left my body, hot and swirling in the head of the condom.
Our panting and gasps began to ease as his body melted against the bed and I gently retreated from his passage, one final wince pinching up his face as I slowly pulled out.
My large hairy chest still heaving, I collapsed onto the bed beside him.
I gazed adoringly over his cum-covered body as I rolled the condom halfway up my still hard cock and slid it off. I fully intended for my cum to spill out of it, watching it ooze over my gut and mat my thick stomach fur. I swirled my fingers through it, then reached over and stroked Dean’s chest with my shiny fingers, mixing our seed together.
“That feels good.” He smiled, then leaned his face close and kissed me.
When he pulled back, his fingers joined mine in mixing our semen, then he lifted his fingers to his lips and licked them clean.
With our cum on his lips he kissed me again and I could taste the cocktail of our lovemaking, at once sweet and salty.
We kissed for what felt like an eternity of bliss, before laying our heads on the bed and staring into each other’s eyes.
“My beautiful boy,” I whispered, touching my fingers to his cheek.
“My handsome Harry.” He smiled back at me, stroking my beard with his thumb.
DEAN
We fellasleep in each other’s arms, our cum drying on our torsos and lips. I fell into a deep slumber, the kind of sleep that comes from utter contentment, from a feeling of peace, as though a battle I’d been having with my emotions was finally over. I could rest. I could be happy. Harry knew my secret. Harry was mine.
But when we woke in the late afternoon, Harry was up and in something of a panic.
“Harry? What’s wrong?”
His jockey shorts were already on and he was sliding one leg then the other into his jeans. There was a serious look on his face that set alarm bells off inside my head. “Harry?”
He pulled and scratched at his stomach where our cum had matted the hair and dried in clumps. “I need to wash that off. Can I use your bathroom?”
I felt a crack streak across my heart.
He wanted to wash me off him?
“Yeah. Of course,” I said. But he was already heading to the bathroom. I heard water running, I heard splashing. I pulled myself quickly out of bed and hurried into the bathroom, stark naked. “Harry, what’s going on?”
He was wiping his furry belly dry with my towel. The sight of it would normally have turned me on, but I was too worried for that.
“I have to… I have to meet someone. I totally forgot, and now I’m late.”
“Who? Who do you have to meet?”
“It’s nobody…” I could see he wanted to tell me and he gave in quickly, his shoulders slumping slightly. “It’s Madeline.”
