Page 71 of The Best of Times
“Okay?” Paul asked.
Aron nodded.
Slowly, Paul fucked Aron. It seemed he was as worked up as Aron, as he didn’t linger on much of a build-up. Soon he pumpedhim hard. It took Aron’s breath away, leaving him clutching at the bedsheets.
Then Paul withdrew until his cock was just on the rim of Aron’s hole before he plunged back in again. He pressed Aron’s knees against his chest and kissed Aron hungrily.
“Get on your hands and knees,” Paul instructed.
He stood away. Robbing Aron of the sensation he craved more of. Quickly, Aron spun over and spread his legs.
“Wow,” Paul said.
Aron cried out as Paul pushed his cock inside him once again. He held it there for a second, reaching forward and snaking his arm around Aron’s torso. He straightened him up and placed the gentlest of kisses to the back of Aron’s neck.
Aron’s body no longer felt like his own but a device of pleasure for Paul.
“When I fuck you,” Paul whispered, “come for me.”
Aron nodded.
He bent forward. Securing his position on the bed.
Paul really pumped him. He favoured long strokes to give Aron the most pleasure. When he could stand it no longer, Aron took hold of his aching cock.
Obviously seeing this, Paul fucked him faster. Before long, Paul grunted and squeezed Aron’s hips hard.
Then Aron came as though his whole body was under Paul’s control. The sensation flooded every part of him. Paul, still filling him, made his orgasm all the more powerful. Aron had to bury his face in the duvet for fear of screaming the building down.
They both collapsed onto the bed.
Aron listened to his heart rate returning to normal.
Yes, Paul having a place of his own in London is a very good idea indeed.
It had grown dark when they got out onto the street. The gay bars were overflowing. Drinkers had replaced shoppers. Soon most people would be reporting for family duty as the young and single crowd came on shift. Making sure the capital city’s heart kept pulsing.
Aron took Paul’s hand as they retraced their steps. They stopped every now and again to peer in shop windows at various things.
“You hungry?” Paul asked.
“Not right now,” Aron replied. “Shall we get takeout when we’re back at yours?”
“In bed?”
He caught Aron’s eye.
“Sounds good,” he replied. “Don’t shout if I spill.”
They carried on toward the nearest tube station. After the grid system of New York, Aron had almost forgotten how to traverse the spider’s web of the London Underground.
Once safely inside the train, amidst all the other people, the real world came crashing back.
“This has been a wonderful day,” Aron said. “All of it. Thank you.”
Paul squeezed his hand. “No, thank you. When I heard we were both coming home, I kind of knew this might happen.”
“You said.”
