Page 71 of The King of Halloween
He released his hold on Raj, who kept his grip where it was. Adam had to ruffle through Raj’s sweaty chest hair to trace that treasure trail and cling to his hip. As he pulled it back, he reached for Raj’s cock.
The second he wrapped his palm around it, Raj bucked into his hand. Rather than match Adam’s measured strokes, he worked in tangent, thrusting himself off as far as he could, then just as hard onto him. Adam kept trying to follow, but with each jerk, his hands would slip off of Raj’s cock.
“This…this is…whoa!” Raj’s feet slipped, his body nearly falling to the ground. Adam caught him around his chest, and they both looked up to find the chicken wire fence had dented and nearly torn off its nails. If they’d kept going, they’d have ripped it off the wall and fallen naked into a mess of razor wire.
As Adam steadied the both of them back to their feet, he slipped out of Raj’s ass. The cold had never been so cruel. Raj dashed for his glasses, which had also been on a crash course. He slipped them on and took a breath.
“Well, so much for that plan,” Adam said, panting.
They were two men facing the worst case of blue balls. By the time they dressed, made it as far as his car, and picked this back up, their testicles might explode—and not in the fun way. Raj reached for his cock, as if to contain it, when he glanced to the left. Adam’s old friend, the skeleton, sat on his electric chair.
Raj jerked his shoulder. “Well…?”
“Really?” Adam said, but he didn’t care where they did it. “Fucking on top of the dead? It’s a good thing I don’t believe in souls, or mine would be banished to nothing.”
He waited for Raj to grab onto the chair, but the man had a better idea. “Sit on Pete.”
“Pete?”
“The skeleton,” Raj said. He guided Adam to rest his bony ass on Pete’s bonier thighs. The chair gave a small creak as he did, and he glanced behind to the eyeless face.
“Sorry about this, Pete. I hope you don’t mind playing the cuckold to this threesome.”
Raj spread his legs wide and inched his way to Adam. In order to fit, Adam had no choice but to lean back against the skeleton. Pete’s lower jaw dug into his shoulder, but he didn’t give a shit. Meeting him eye to eye, Raj lowered his ass onto Adam’s cock.
That was all that mattered.
Adam did his best to meet Raj’s strokes, but every time he jerked his hips, the chair threatened to shatter on them. That seemed a small price to pay to be able to gaze into Raj’s face and watch his hand slide up and down Raj’s pulsing cock. They were both so close, Adam wanted to scream, but he refused to go first. No, he needed to see Raj on that edge, whimpering, pleading, shaking for his end.
Watching the man bobbing on his lap, his cock heating to a million degrees and ready to blow, it hit him. Adam swept his palm over Raj’s ass like he was rubbing a magic lamp. Just as the man tipped his head back, Adam swung.
The swat was minimal, but the sound clapped through the room in an echo.
“Your ass…” Adam groaned, giving it another swat.
“Yes?” Raj pleaded.
“That curvy, soft ass…” He spanked him one more time, then grabbed Raj’s hips. Yanking him down as far as he could go, Adam shouted, “It’s perfect!” as he came.
To his shock, the whole chair bucked with his orgasm. Skeleton Pete flailed under his bare ass as if he too erupted despite having nothing between his pelvis.
Raj kissed Adam’s slack lips, and the two of them moaned. As lights flickered and the world shook, cum splattered up Adam’s chest. Raj didn’t stop the kiss, his whimpers of “Fuck yes,” reverberating in Adam’s own. Together, the two of them fell to pieces on the lap of the skeleton.
The orgasm was the kind that hit like a bag of bricks, then kept chucking one or two at him the longer he stayed in the moment. As the shock left his system, he floated in a happy pink cocoon. He didn’t want to leave it, so he wrapped his arms around Raj and pulled him into his embrace.
“I am so…fucking tired, right now,” Adam admitted.
“Imagine how I feel,” Raj said. “I’m going to be bedridden for a week.” Despite his claim, he pulled himself free of Adam’s cock. He was the one with the wherewithal to help Adam to his feet.
“Any chance we could get a quick coffee from the hotel over there?” Adam asked, still holding Raj. The way his head nestled against his chest made his heart feel whole.
“I dunno, they might try to chase off a couple of delinquents.”
Leaning into him, Adam kissed the top of his head, breathing in Raj’s essence. “Then we’ll have to be very sneaky.”
As Raj laughed, Adam glanced back at their partner. To his shock, the skeleton’s legs were spread wide, and he had a hand up to his mouth like he was about to pull a drag on a cigarette.
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