“Really?” he asked, and I nodded. “Shit!” he said, with what sounded like awe in his voice.
He got out a tube of K-Y then and lubed me up well, slithering his fingers back up into my anal clench and then slathering the goo all over his formidable-looking weapon. The more I stared at that thing, the more I was convinced it was never going to fit inside me…and the more I wanted it to, somehow.
Then he began to try again to make it happen. Pressing forward, he used determined but steady pressure to gently force that huge tool inside me. Pushing and pushing and pushing and pushing, he didn’t give up till at last the fat, hard knobhead broke through my barrier and worked its way within the constricting grip of my anal muscle. Then he pushed relentlessly in and in and in and in, till finally his crown was up near my bellybutton.
Did it hurt? You bet it did. It burned something awful. But did it also feel wonderful? And how! My hips began jacking back and forth, rocking to an ancient rhythm as he drove his spike deep inside me and hammered away. His hips, too, were jacking back and forth now, pounding his formidable tool deep up my quivering guts.
I could feel his hammer spreading my anal walls as he slammed that tool deep up my anal tunnel and tried to reach my gullet from below. He pounded me deep and hard and long…and good. I could never have lasted as long as I did without climaxing again if not for the fact that I had just come off a few minutes earlier. But yet I knew another orgasm was imminent. And without his laying a hand on my dick!
Sean and I shot off close to simultaneously. I think I came first, but I didn’t beat him by much. The pounding of the construction stud’s hammer deep up my anal vault set off my nuts into firing mode and caused my whole body to quiver and glow radioactively. While I was off in outer space somewhere, I was dimly aware of a series of pulsations deep in my rectum that signaled Sean’s explosion deep up in my bowels. And the feel of those pulsations set off a fresh round of shivering in my guts, my balls, and my dick.
“How was it?” Sean asked, flopping over to the side and lying beside me.
I was too wrung out, too emotionally charged, and too much in awe of the feelings I had just experienced to even be able to answer him. I just looked at those brawny forearms, that broad chest liberally sprinkled with red-gold hairs, and the square-jawed, suntanned face, and smiled.
I think he understood.
*The End*
About the Author
No stranger to male/male stories, Diana Sheridan edited gay male sexzines for the better part of two decades under the nom de plume of “Dan Maxwell.” Though “Diana Sheridan” isn’t her true name either, it does reflect her true gender. In her own name, she has had numerous books published both in print and as e-books, is an accomplished editor of both books and magazines, and is comfortable switching gears to go from serious nonfiction to romantica in her work. Diana lives with her Significant Other, who is fully aware of and supportive of the many facets of her career.
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