It’s not rough sex, pornographic, or repulsive to watch if one sort of likes such involvement between two adult men, Toby thinks. It’s robust, alive, gentle, simple, and romantic. And before he knows what’s happening between them, after a long period of kissing and undressing, Toby is on all fours with his legs separated. His dick is steel-hard, and Denver’s latex-covered erection is inside his body, which causes Toby to enjoy a pleasurable ride with the man, getting to know Denver better, intimately.
Denver says down to his back, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
And Toby whispers over his right shoulder, “Sometimes I want it to sting.”
It’s not how Denver probably makes love to his men (Ross, Stephen, and James), Toby surmises, but Denver does become somewhat brisk with his quick motion inside Toby’s asshole, which causes Toby to whine and moan with pleasure. The motion between them continues to build, escalating into a long and passionate period of humps, grinding, and Denver pushing his fingertips into Toby’s hips.
What occurs between the two men is the act of rocking to and fro, but in opposite directions, which adds friction to their action on the floor. There is extended huffing, much sweat, and toes curl. Grunts echo within the living room and the sound of slapping balls together is also heard. They move fluidly, puff for air, and pleasure each other with excessive force, but nothing that prompts discomfort or humiliation.
What Toby is left awestruck the most about is Denver’s lengthy stamina. The guy humps his bottom for over twenty-five minutes, rushing his pelvis against Toby’s behind, smacking his scrotum sack against Toby’s sack, and clenching Toby’s hips with powerful grips, sometimes pulling or pushing the man away or against him, adding gratification to their play. The action is not rough or chaotic. Rather, it’s prosaic, exactly what the two men desire, and nothing short of thrilling.
Following their union of friction, sharing a string of pants between them, finding it impossible to keep their loads pent for another second, it is Denver who tells Toby, “Jack off with me.”
Toby listens, cupping fingers and a palm around his cock, stroking it up and down. In doing so, Denver cranks his own dick inside the blogger a few more times, twists and turns, pulls out, loses the latex from his cock, and begins to jack his dick to and fro, aiming the head of it against the base of Toby’s spine.
The two men come at the same time. After numerous tugs, gasps, and murmurs, Toby feels a buzz of elation pulverize his stomach and splashes strings of semen on the living room floor. During his unloading, Denver chants, “I’m coming on your back right now, guy,” and shoots three arcs of ejaculate out of his dick, aligning Toby’s spine with the white and sticky blend, draining his erection of every drop.
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Minutes later, after clean-up with available cotton towels, the two men lay on the living room floor together, panting and overcome with breathlessness. Both are still somewhat sticky and perspiration-covered. And both grin from ear to ear. Their hips touch and two arms are tangled together. And Denver says, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you like me a little.”
“I have this secret fetish for red bears. Always have. Probably always will.”
“Shame on you, Toby.”
“Shame on me,” Toby repeats, and decides to get Denver on his knees this second time of sex-play, while he kneels behind the man, pumping Denver with his erect dick, until the nutritionist blows semen over the living room floor, getting off.