Slippery When Wet

Marty’s prodding urged him to comply. With a sigh of relief, he put himself in Marty’s hands, allowing him to finish undressing him, reveling in the way his hands stroked his body as he removed his clothing, then fell victim to the hefty shove he leveled against him so he would lie down on the bed. He stretched out on his back, his arms above his head. Blinking his eyes up at Marty, he watched him undress, imagining the feel of his skin and the hardness of his cock. When he shed his shorts, he groaned at the sight of his engorged cock.

Marty straddled Devon’s body and lowered his buttocks atop his thighs. He skimmed his hands along Devon’s abdomen, fondled his nipples, then lowered them to grasp his erect cock. He wound his fingers around the hairy base, lowered his head and licked the round knob with his tongue.

Devon stifled a bellow of delight. He levered his body up slightly, wrapping a fist around Marty’s tall cock. He fondled the stick of flesh, feeling it pulse against his palm and smiling at the tiny bead of semen that rose to its bulbous head. In the next second he reached the decision that he couldn’t wait to have Marty any longer. He released his cock and, clutching him around the waist, pulled him down on the bed, then rolled to his knees and grasped his buttocks, pulling Marty to his knees in the middle of the bed. “To hell with foreplay, Marty. I want you now. My cock is hammer hard and my balls are aching.”

Marty parted his thighs, bracing his body on the bed.

Devon placed his palms on Marty’s buttocks and spread them apart, gazing fondly at the hair-roughened male slit. He dipped his head and poked out his tongue. When the tip of his tongue met Marty’s ass hole, he closed his eyes and savored Marty’s groaning response to his lubing him. He lingered only a moment, burning with desire to plunge his cock inside him.

When he fitted the rounded head of his cock against Marty’s hot wet anus, he drew in a sharp breath and lunged inside quickly, his emotions soaring to new heights. Marty’s anal trench was hot and wet. Heat surged along his cock. His belly clenched. He tightened the muscles in his buttocks and began to move, pushing in and pausing to savor before pulling back. “Oh fuck! You feel so good.”