Questions I didn’t have the answers to.
Questions I didn’t want to know the answers to.
Luckily, Brennan didn’t seem to care because he was kissing me back eagerly and he was the one who had enough foresight to slam the door shut before wrapping his arms around my waist. I had a hold of his face to keep him still for the kiss I took from him, but that didn’t prevent him from kissing me back just as forcefully and it definitely didn’t stop him from sliding one of his hands down to my groin to search out my cock.
Fuck, how the hell had I gone a whole ten days without this? And I must have been out of my fucking mind to think that just one time with Brennan would be enough.
But as desperate as I was, Brennan was worse off, because he began tearing at my belt and I allowed him to pull his mouth from mine so he could see what he was doing. But for the life of me, I couldn’t stop touching or kissing him so I pressed my mouth against his temple, his cheek, his throat, his racing pulse…
“Help me,” Brennan whispered against my mouth as he pressed a kiss against it and I realized his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn’t get my belt free. I knew I could have just gotten him off again like I had last time, but I was pretty much in the same boat as him and it was only sheer force of will that made it possible for me to concentrate long enough to get my belt free and my pants open. The second the zipper was lowered, Brennan pushed my hand away and shoved his fingers into my underwear. I slammed my mouth down on his as he began jerking me off and then I began tearing at his clothes.
“I can’t wait,” I snapped after I managed to get his pants open. Luckily he was wearing a T-shirt so it was easy to get rid of, but as beautiful as his chest was, I had no interest in exploring. I spun Brennan around and forced him backwards until he hit the back of the couch and then I maneuvered him until he was standing just in front of the armrest. He still had a hold of my cock, but was forced to release me when I turned him around, shoved his pants and underwear down and pushed him face down over the arm rest. The position had his ass high in the air while his upper body was flush with the couch cushions. I fumbled for the condom and lube I’d been smart enough to stick in my pocket before Brennan’s arrival. Despite my clumsy fingers, I managed to get the condom rolled down my painfully hard length, but I had to force my eyes away from Brennan’s exposed hole to actually do it.
I smeared some lube over his hole and along my latex-covered shaft and then guided my cock to his opening. He was breathing hard and I hesitated when I realized I hadn’t prepped him and this was only his second time taking another man inside of him.
Unless he’d been with someone else in the last ten days.
I cursed the voice of doubt that crept in on me out of nowhere. Brennan either sensed my hesitation or he was too impatient to wait, because he pressed his ass back against the head of my cock and just the feeling of his opening brushing my dick was enough to have me pushing forward. I forced myself to go slow since I’d failed to stretch his tight body ahead of time, but Brennan’s desperation was apparent because he kept forcing more of me into him. I bottomed out inside of him, but gave him no chance to adjust as I pulled out and shoved back into him. Brennan hissed, but not with pain. His hands were fisted on the couch cushions as I began thrusting into him and they flexed every time I slid forward.
“So fucking tight,” I said harshly as I dug my fingers into his hips. I looked down to watch my cock push into him, but it wasn’t quite enough so I pulled out of him, reached down to yank the rest of his clothes off and then lifted his right leg so his knee was against the arm rest, opening his ass so I could watch his hole pulse in anticipation. I guided my cock back into him and kept my thrusts slow and even as I watched his body accept my invasion. I gave him several more thrusts before I pulled out and studied his open hole in fascination.
Brennan was breathing hard, but he didn’t protest the way I was playing with him. In fact, he was watching me over his shoulder, his pretty lips parted and his emerald eyes bright with need. I kept my eyes on him as I shoved back into him and he groaned, but didn’t close his eyes. I hit him with another deep thrust and he grunted. Then he began nodding slightly…asking for more. I gave it to him and I enjoyed every second of watching him get lost in the pleasure my body was giving his. I’d never had a lover as open and expressive as this young man who was giving himself to me completely.