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~~Nick~~
Oh god. Justin on his hands and knees, bent over in front of me. Does life get any better than this? I sure as
hell don't think so. I swear this man does not have an unflattering angle, because he's as hot to look at from
the back as he is the front. It took me point zero seconds to clue in to the fact that he likes his sex rough and
hot. That I can do. I can do whatever it is he wants me to, as long as it's with him and we're both getting off.
From the second I slammed into him, I could feel how hot and tight he is. He says that it's been a while for him
and judging from how he's reacting to me, it's the truth. It's absolutely amazing just how responsive he is, how
with the slight movement of my hips he's screaming like a little girl, which would be a lot funnier if I wasn't
screaming just as loud. It's sweaty, and hot and fucking amazing and is one of the most phenomenal
experiences of my life. It's never been like this with anyone else and it's barely begun and I can feel him
tensing up. He's ready to cum any second now and neither of us have even touched his cock. I've been
meaning to reach down and play with his balls, stroke him just enough to make him whimper and moan, but
it's too good and I've got such a good rhythm going that I don't want to break my stride. Plus he's very
distracting, pushing back every time I thrust into him making me drive in deeper and harder each time.
Just as I'm about to slow down, he cums. Hard. His whole body is shaking and twitching and I've got to hold
onto him so I don't pull out before I'm ready. The more he trembles, the harder I push into him and aim for his
prostate, wanting to make this orgasm last as long as I can. I can barely make out streams of nonsense words
coming from his mouth, the only intelligible words are 'fuck', 'Nicky', 'so good'. And damn if that doesn't make
me feel fucking fantastic. To feel him shaking in my arms, practically crying from how good I'm making him feel.
I feel his whole body go limp and my pace slows down, trading in the determination for teasing. His arms are
weak and I can tell he's having trouble holding himself up. I guess I should do something about that, so I pull
out slowly fighting the sense of loss when I've slid out of his body entirely.
The second I let go of him, he falls to the bed face first, moaning as he lands in the puddle of cum he'd shot.
"Gross." He mumbles into the pillow and I laugh despite the fact that I'm still harder than hell and haven't cum
yet. On shaky legs I stand up and walk to the bathroom, grabbing a wet washcloth and towel before walking
back into the bedroom. I nudge him to get up and he does, looking at me in confusion. His eyes flicker from
my eyes to my erection, the condom disposed of in the bathroom garbage. "Nicky.. What about you?"
"Oh, we're not done here baby." I assure him, motioning for him to move. When he does I throw him the wash
cloth and nod at his stomach, pulling the top sheet from the bed. As he cleans himself I ball the sheet up and
bring it to the bathroom, tossing it into the hamper I found there earlier. Upon returning to the bed, I notice
that Justin still has that post orgasmic glow to his skin and his hands are still shaking. I pull the sheets down a
little more and make sure that there's no wet spot. When I'm satisfied, I motion for Justin to lay back down and
he does, making room for me between his legs.
"You are so beautiful Justin." I murmur into his mouth as I kiss him. He kisses me back and my throbbing
erection reminds me of the orgasm I've been denied all night.
"What are you gonna do?" He asks, pulling out of the kiss dazed. I smile at him and grab another foil packet
from the night stand.
"Well, I've fucked you. Now I'm going to make love to you." I tell him, rolling the condom on and positioning
myself between his legs, wrapping them around my waist and placing a pillow under his hips. My response is
a groan and I know that it's perfectly fine with him. In fact, his reforming erection was all the answer I needed to
proceed. He's still adequately stretched from earlier so I don't have to prepare him. Instead, I place myself at
his pucker and press in gently, not wanting to hurt him. I know, it's crazy to worry about that now, after reaming
him something fierce not ten minutes earlier, but this is different. This is love.
I feel every inch of me slide into his body and our eyes are locked intently on one another. The only sound in
the room is of our breathing, laboured and heavy. I lean down and kiss his forehead feeling him place a kiss to
my chin. When I'm completely sheathed in him I stop wanting to savour this moment. I want to remember
everything about this moment from the exact time to the song that is playing on the CD player. It was a mixed
CD I had burned for him one night, not sure if I was going to give it to him. When he was at the house a few
days ago, he'd been looking for something to listen to and came across it, seeing his name on the cover of
the case. He wanted to know what it was and embarrassed, I told him it was a CD of songs that reminded me of
him. The look of awe in his eyes was amazing and in a soft voice he asked if he could have it. He must have
brought it, or Lance had packed it for him and that's what he put on. Cocking my head I listen and I can faintly
hear Brian Adams' Heaven playing and somehow it's fitting. Fate even.
I look down to find him watching me, a curious look on his face. "What are you doing baby?" He asks, his voice
hoarse.
"Making a memory." I reply as I lean down to kiss him. That in turn causes me to move and we both groan, the
friction sweet. As he kisses me, I begin to move steadily in and out of him, loving him as slow and tenderly as I
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