by Kora Knight
“Scott,” he panted. “Untie my nuts. I need to come so bad.”
Scott’s lips let him go with that shameful pop. “No way,” he breathed. “You’ll come too fast. And you gotta wait for me.”
Tad cursed, grimacing at the ache in his balls. “But my sack’s about to explode. They’ve got to be dark blue by now.”
Scott chuckled. “Not blue yet. They are, however, a cool shade of purple.” He fondled said balls briefly, soothing Tad’s discomfort. Tad sighed in utter gratitude. When Scott finally let go, the sound of squirting gel quickly following suit. Then the soft shlick-shlick-shlick of Scott lubing up his dick.
Anxious flutters assailed Tad’s stomach. Scott was getting ready to take him again. It was scary as hell and exciting as fuck. Scott’s body heat returned, and even though Tad knew a brace-worthy invasion was coming, he valiantly tried to relax. Still, he couldn’t stop envisioning Scott’s incoming cock. Long and thick, with lots of pulsing veins. And of course, a really fat crown. Why such a visual made Tad’s own dick twitch, he didn’t want to know.
Hot hands slid up underneath Tad’s knees and pushed them toward his chest. “Hold these here for a sec.”
Tad bit back a sigh, obeying. Forever ridiculously exposed.
Scott palmed Tad’s left cheek and spread him wide then nudged his blunt head to Tad’s hole. “You ready?” he rasped. Tad curtly nodded yes. “Oh, God. Thank fuck. Now push that sweet asshole against my dick.” Tad barely had a chance to comply before— shhhlick—Scott sank home deep in one surge. Both men groaned in rapturous bliss. The sting still came, but was surprisingly short-lived.
“Fuck, Tad,” Scott bit out, starting to laugh. “You’re so unbelievably tight.”
“Sue me,” Tad panted, trying not to smile.
“Mm.”
Scott started them off with a slow-rhythm pump, his hands holding Tad’s hamstrings, keeping his knees against his chest. Tad’s jaw went slack at the intoxicating feel. In this angle of penetration, Scott’s dick probed him at a different angel—and a fucking amazing one, at that. And though each thrust still landed contact with his G, at this pace, the trembles stayed subdued. Now, if Scott would just take care of Tad’s dick.
As if reading his mind, Scott purred and let go, pressing a forearm across Tad’s thighs to keep them effectively pinned. His freed-up palm curled around Tad’s shaft. Tad moaned in relief, a smile forming on his lips. Thank you, sweet powers that be.
Scott’s freshly lubed hand began to pump in tune to his rocking hips. Potent sensation ignited in Tad’s groin. Yes, this was what he wanted. What he desperately needed. Pleasure streaked up and down his shaft, sizzling in the wake of Scott’s expert touch, burrowing down into his balls. If he could, Tad would gild that guy’s hand in gold. Scott’s pumping sped up to his quickening hips.
“Oh fuck, Scott,” Tad panted. “Oh, God, that feels good.”
“Yeah,” Scott bit out. “It really fucking does.” He swiveled his hips and delved back in, the shlick-shlick of his fist on Tad’s cock racing faster. The pressure in Tad’s sack began to swell. And so did those soul-shredding shudders. The faster Scott thrust, the harder Tad shook, which only seemed to spur the guy on. Straightening up, he palmed Tad’s chest to ground him through another vigorous round. Tad cried out, quaking beneath Scott’s hold. Tantalizing bolts of lightning shot down his thrumming shaft. He could feel his pecs and biceps bulging as he strained against his restraints.
Scott slowed and tightened his grip on Tad’s shaft. “You like this, babe? Like me pumping your cock while I make sweet love to your ass?” He gave another decadent thrust. If not for Scott’s hand pinning him in place, Tad would’ve shot through the roof. Sparks lit up behind his eyes as sweat began to bead. But still he refrained from answering Scott’s question.
“What,” Scott grunted. “You’re suddenly not sure? Then how ‘bout a little reminding.” Pressing down harder on Tad’s chest, he proceeded to drive it home. Ball-smacking deep. Tasmanian-devil fast.
Tad arched up with a strangled cry. “Scott! Oh, shit! I can’t—Fuck! Oh, shit!” His body erupted into more violent shakes.
Scott growled and held him steady as he shook, then slowed his hips back down. “Remember now?” he panted, mirth lacing his tone.
Tad gave a jerky nod. “Yeah, it’s all coming back.”
“Mm. I could tell.” Scott’s hands slid around to the front of Tad’s thighs and eased them back against his body. Shaky calves settled on his shoulders. All the while those powerful hips kept up their leisurely roll. “You’re a wild one,” Scott noted, palms roaming the length Tad’s legs.
Tad swallowed and licked his dry lips. He had to ask, was actually starting to worry. “Is that bad… that I do that? Is something inside me… not right?”
“God, no,” Scott rumbled. “You’re one of the lucky ones. Lots of guys’ g-spots are hard to find. Others don’t like the feel.” His fingers slid down and over Tad’s hips to cup his shaft and balls. Lazily he caressed Tad as he pumped in and out. “But with you, and the way yours kicks you out of control and makes your body go nuts? You’re so incredibly responsive. It’s like your ass was made for this shit.”
Tad frowned, not sure how he felt about that. He supposed it was a good thing. At least it wasn’t some medical condition. And he couldn’t argue; his body’s crazy responses did hit euphoric. On the other hand, it also turned him into a mindless, seismic sex fiend.
Scott laughed and stroked him more firmly. “God, Tad. Stop thinking so much. You should see your brooding face. Even with that blindfold, I can see your mind churning away.”
Tad exhaled. “I think I’m… just overwhelmed.” He rocked his cock into Scott’s fist, sending flames sizzling down his shaft. And straight into his balls. A strained moan parted his lips. “And fuck, I really need to come. Can’t you make it happen soon?”
Scott’s hand slowed, then stopped completely. “Of course I can,” he breathed. “Doesn’t mean I want to.” His voice had dipped unbearably low. So much so, Tad actually wished he could see the guy’s face. Scott’s hips slowed then withdrew as he lowered Tad’s legs and propped his heels back on the ledge. “I need to do one more thing. I swear it’ll be the last.”
The wall kicked back on and started to rise. But before it got far, Scott was back. He hooked Tad’s calves back over his shoulders and shoved in his freshly lubed cock. Tad barely winced; after so many re-applies, his ass was obscenely slick. The ensuing sounds of wet, slapping flesh only made him that much hornier.
Scott palmed Tad’s ass, gave it a squeeze, then spread Tad for another thrust. Tad grunted, shifting to accommodate the rigid invasion. This close he could feel Scott’s breath on his face, could smell their sex wafting off his skin. Musky and raw, sweaty and rich. One male’s passion mixed with another’s. As crazy as it was, it made Tad’s mouth water.
By the time the wall stopped, Scott’s rhythm was rocking steady. Unabashed, he grunted against Tad’s ear. Tad tried to regulate his own shallow breathing, but with Scott’s cock plugging him incessantly, it wasn’t an easy feat. He was systematically unravelling Tad’s sanity, each thrust undulating his ass and lighting up his cock.
Tad gripped the chains of his restraints, using them to maneuver—like pull ups—to meet Scott’s heady pumps. Their new position definitely made his efforts easier… but it also made him curious.
“Why,” he gasped, fighting back fresh shutters, “d-did you readjust this thing?”
Scott’s face pressed into his neck. “Need closer,” he breathed, rocking his pelvis away and then back.
In truth, his answer should have pissed Tad off—or at least made him somewhat uncomfortable. After all, things were already way too personal. Scott’s sensual admission wasn’t helping. But as his body pressed against Tad, moaning and impassioned, Tad couldn’t force himself to mind. He supposed if Scott’s words were spoken under different circumstances—like when his dick wasn’t prodding Tad’s tonsils—T
ad could muster the gumption to care. But they were, so he couldn’t. Besides, despite everything, “closer” kind of felt right.
Hell, a lot of things were feeling pretty “right” at the moment. Incredible, even. Fucking amazing. Scott’s plunges were coming faster, penetrating further, if that was even possible. Tad hadn’t thought so until Scott speared him exceptionally deep.
His body bucked wildly against his will. “Oh, fuck yeah! Oh shit, Scott! Oh fuck!” It felt like his prostate had just doubled in size… and tripled in sensitivity. Which of course was now giving his junk quite a charge. He shuddered and shook as fire licked up his spine.
“Shit, yeah,” Scott snarled. “I love when you quake. Turns me on so fucking bad.” He pistoned harder—making Tad’s entire frame shake that much worse.
“Sh-sh-sh-shit,” he cried, biceps straining, wrists twisting, hands fisting into rigid balls. Unhinged like this, he wished he could cling to something stable. Anything to anchor and keep him grounded. Even the body of his merciless tormentor. Still shuddering, his legs slipped off Scott’s shoulders and caught in the crooks of his elbows.
Scott growled in approval, seeming to like the unexpected change. His hands slid up Tad’s back, emerging to grip his shoulders from behind. For leverage. Tad braced himself. Only one reason a guy needed that kind of a hold; when he planned to deliver a pounding.
“You ready,” Scott panted, “to prove you’re not shy?”
Ah, crud. Tad squirmed, but didn’t reply. He really didn’t like the sound of that question and sure as shit didn’t want to answer. His obstinacy earned him a chastising thrust.
“Well?” Scott rasped.
Tad groused. “What’s with your need for vocal expression?”
Another deep surge. More flagrant trembles.
“I love it,” Scott rumbled. “Gets me going something fierce.” He sucked Tad’s earlobe into his mouth. “Get loud or I’ll make you myself.”
Tad wanted to scowl, but the pleasure Scott was unloading made it hard to feel anything but need. Dire and raw. Urgent and vital. His cock and balls were ready to explode as it was. “Yeah,” he strained. “Yeah, okay. Just don’t stop.”
Scott’s growl turned ragged as he pressed himself close, pinning Tad firmly to the wall. “Hold on, babe. It’s gonna get rough.” He chuckled breathlessly against Tad’s neck. “Which means you’re gonna get wild.”
Tad groaned warily, even as his dick twitched with anticipation. If he got any wilder, he might stroke out... or at least pull a joint out of socket.
“Don’t you worry,” Scott soothed, as if sensing his stress. “I’ve got you. Just let it all go.” He gave a couple frisky thrusts. “Oh, but just so you know: I love the bite of my name on your tongue. How you belt it like a curse.” Tad could sense him grinning. Wickedly. “Gimme lots of that and I’ll make you come fast.”
Tad shivered at his lewd request. Scott nipped his ear then swiftly got busy, starting out with some curt, shallow pumps. It teased Tad’s entrance and gave his prostate a break. And fuck, the way Scott’s wash-board abs were rubbing Tad’s cock? Blissing out, his eyes rolled back into his head. Absolute fucking heaven.
But soon the thrusts accelerated… then grew even faster still. Shockwaves of ecstasy tore through Tad’s ass, blitzing his balls and inflating his cock. His mind and body went bat-shit-crazy, just like Tad knew it would.
But true to his word, Scott held him secure, just like the guy had promised. A hot-gusted chuckle brushed past Tad’s neck. Instinctively, he tried to rein back control.
Scott pummeled his channel faster. “Don’t hold back, dammit. Let it go. I’m dying to hear you shatter.”
Richter five earthquakes upended Tad’s plates as jolts of fire licked up his shaft. “Fuck!” he shouted, chest heaving for breath. Toes clenched, his thighs twitched, then snapped around Scott’s back. Hips never breaking stride, Scott continued to fuck, all the while keeping Tad pinned—which couldn’t have been easy with him bucking like a bronco.
God, Tad needed to come so bad. His body was on meltdown. If he didn’t bust soon, he nuts would surely pop. Remembering Scott’s vow for a speedy release, Tad crushed him mouth into Scott’s hair. “Fuck, Scott!” he shouted. “Oh, fuck! Make me come!”
“Shit, yeah,” Scott snarled against his neck. “You just made my balls wrench tight.” His strong arms slid around Tad’s waist. More hip thrusting with his new sturdy hold. Tad trembled violently. Scott was prodding his prostate so good, that—
Scott hit it just right and sent Tad spiraling.
“Wanna come?” Scott purred into his ear.
Tad frantically shook his head.
“Talk dirty and I’ll let you blow.”
Tad grimaced. “Oh for fuck’s s-s-sake.”
An answering round of pistoning pumps.
Tad gasped, his thick thighs squeezing Scott tighter. “Okay! Jesus, fuck! You’re cock feels so good!”
“More,” Scott hissed. “And make it dirtier.”
Tad’s mind reeled for ideas, wrists swiveling in their restraints. “Fuck me, Scott,” he bit out. “I wanna come all over both of our chests.” He undulated hard against Scott’s dick. “Wanna feel you coming, too.”
“Don’t stop,” Scott breathed, lips pressed to Tad’s neck. “You’re totally drugging me up.”
Tad sucked in a breath and rocked his hips. “Scott,” he panted. “Fuck me harder. Pillage my fucking ass.” He squirmed on a hard, strained moan. “Oh, shit yeah. Just like that.”
Scott cursed, his own body starting to quake. “Tad… Mother fuck… That was goddamned beautiful.”
Lips parted, Tad groaned. “Make me come, Scott. You promised. Make me come.”
Scott growled… slowed his pumping… then halted all together. Pulling one arm out from around Tad’s back, he eased his body away and slid his hand between their hips. Tad held his breath as Scott’s trembling fingers fumbled to untie his sack. Trapped blood surged free on a rush.
Tad grimaced from the force of it. “Ahh sshhhit.”
Scott wrapped a hand around Tad’s cock and resumed his mind-blowing thrusts. “Heads up, babe,” he rasped. “Since I made you wait so long? Your orgasm’s gonna be pretty intense… and really fucking long.” He chuckled darkly. “So don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
But Tad was already too far gone to hear, helplessly snared by the pleasure that was Scott; his thick cock powering in and out, tormenting Tad’s sensitive G. And his hand… fuck, that hand… pumping Tad good, squeezing in all the right spots. And, God, all those raw, thrumming sounds in Scott’s throat? It was more than enough to fling Tad over the edge.
His nuts reared up… and detonated like a bomb.
“FUCK!!” Tad bellowed, body arching, tendons straining. Hot molten lava surged up his shaft and rifled out his head. Hot ropes of steaming come pelted their chests. And it didn’t stop at merely a handful of spurts. Tad had a feeling he was only getting started. Grimacing in rapture, he shuddered and twitched as jet after jet seared his flesh. His cock and balls were in an absolute state of bliss. Tad’s lungs, however, were struggling not to hyperventilate. And still his orgasm raged on.
“Scott,” he gasped. “Oh fuck, it won’t stop.”
But Scott seemed unable to reply. Probably because he was too busy plundering Tad’s ass. Gripping Tad’s cheeks, Scott pounded with need… and single-minded determination. “So close,” he snarled. “I’m so fucking close. Oh shit, Tad, I’m gonna—” He inhaled sharp, then went ramrod stiff, his powerful hips giving a jerk. Strong arms encaged Tad as he started to buck. “Oh fuck, babe,” he panted. “Oh fuck, yeah. Oh, fuck.”
With Tad’s own climax ebbing, he could feel Scott’s dick pulsing deep inside. Pumping his seed into the catch of his condom. The sensation was intoxicating, making Tad writhe anew, even as his cock and balls careened toward happy satiation.
Scott groaned and slammed out the last of his release. Thanks to Tad, their torsos were pretty muc
h dripping wet. Who knew his sack could hold such a load. Scott’s pelvis slowed to a crawl, leaving Tad’s body a trembling mess. He moaned in exhaustion, even as the aftershocks continued to rumble through.
Scott’s breathless chuckle stirred him to life, hot air hitting his lips. Tad licked them absently, needing a drink. And then a nose nudged the tip of his own. Tad stilled, eyes opening behind his blindfold. Scott’s face was just centimeters away. Another soft chuckle, then a feather-light wisp of soft lips grazing Tad’s mouth. It was barely even contact, but something all the same. Tad stiffened, but didn’t turn his head.
Scott laughed, still out of breath. “You okay?” He’d moved back a bit, his breath no longer reaching Tad’s face.
“Yeah.” A sated smile tugged at his lips. “Very okay, actually. Damn.”
“Fuck, yeah. Me, too.” Still buried deep, Scott didn’t withdraw. Instead, he wrapped his big strong arms around Tad and gave him a squeeze. When he pulled back, he grunted. “Geez. You made one hell of a mess.”
Tad laughed weakly. “That one’s on you.”
“Mm.”
Still, Scott lingered. Tad squirmed around his semi-hard cock. Why he wasn’t telling Scott to pull the thing out, Tad really wasn’t sure. Maybe he was too tired and liked the sound support. A chuckle escaped at the asinine thought.
“What,” Scott asked, and Tad could sense him smiling.
Tad flushed and looked away. “Nothing.”
Scott pressed his mouth against Tad’s cheek. “Tell me.” He punctuated the command with a pump of his hips, giving Tad’s g-spot a jolt.
“Ah!” Tad barked, fresh tremors racking his frame. “Y-y-you asshole. That’s it. G-g-get your dick out of my ass.”
Scott laughed again. “Mm.” He gave Tad’s cheek a rough, teasing peck, then slowly slid himself out. Both moaned through the entire withdrawal. Scott eased Tad to the ground. “You good to stand?” Tad nodded. “You want your blindfold off?” Tad paused… then shook his head. A soft chuckled met his ears. “Alright.”
