CHAPTER 1
A dozen muscular men crowded around a single handsome beau, their expensive country club uniforms abandoned all around the lavish dining room, their cocks all struggling to contain the massive volume of cum seething in their balls. The orgasm threatening to overcome their minds was nothing like they have ever felt before: the euphoria was already so powerful that each man knew, even in the midst of heavenly bliss, that they would all go mad if they let the semen burst forth from their dicks. The young man they gathered around seemed to know this fact, as he seductively lowered himself to his knees, his gaze focused on the dripping cocks right in front of his face. Most of the larger men around him didn't care to resist the urge to cum as they began to feverishly jerk their dicks, the pleasure too great to resist, but a few desperately fought to keep their cocks from spraying forth their jizz, though they knew, with the beautiful beau grinning adoringly up at them, that their fates were already sealed. Even the strongest and most principled in the entire group felt any hope of resistance disintegrate as the young man casually leaned forward and delicately kissed the head of his cock. The sight of his beautiful face, his rosy cheeks, his ruby lips... it was enough to make even him, the most resolute of them all, abandon his sobriety. "Oh fuck, he's sucking my cock!" the burly man shouted, his voice cracking as he threw his arms around the stranger's neck and squeezed his mouth around the base of his cock, losing any civility and class he was clinging onto. "Suck it, boy! Suck it good!"
"Oh God, here it comes, here it comes! Oh Jesus, here it comes!" another man screamed, hobbling forward to try and get his leaking dick in the boy's face. The other men, each bellowing and grunting in pleasure as well, surged forward too, all desperate for the rapidly impending release that'll destroy their sanity. Small streams of clear fluid began coating the beau's face as cock after cock smeared their pre-cum all over his pristinely pale skin. The hum of madness, which had been steadily building volume within the minds of the men, had reached a deafening crescendo that obliterated every shred of thought that had somehow still clung to their minds, everything except for beating of blood each of them felt through their impossibly engorged cocks. Completely deaf to everything around them, the men all groaned and shouted with abandon, and their hands feverishly yanking at the boy's luscious hair as they try to beckon his mouth to attend to this blistering flame that had burned away every scrap of "civility" that they had so meticulously cultivated. The young man, unbothered and, in fact, somehow more enthused about sucking cock than these ravenous men, licked, swallowed, kissed, and pumped until finally, with one last peck on the dick of the burly man, grinned with glee, having felt those first, irreversible contractions running through the bodies of the men.
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Chapter 2
Suddenly, like wolves to the moon, the men all screamed in unison, their voices shattering the stillness of the night, and their eyes rolling back in their heads as their orgasms tore through their veins. Their hands shot toward anything they could grab for support: most reached for the beau's head, some grasped their pulsing cocks, and a few held onto each other as they all lost themselves to ecstasy. Their nude, chiseled bodies tensed as their huge dicks began to pulse and spasm, shooting out a sweet, creamy liquid that coated the boy's face and began dripping all over his body. The boy was having the time of his life, his mouth wide open, his tongue dancing around the sensitive head of each everyone of those convulsing cocks, lapping up much of the seed the men were planting in or all over him. The beau, as he continued to voraciously consume the men's semen, began laughing with elation, as the men, who continued to howl and cry out, carried on spraying their cum relentlessly.
It was over a minute later, when the men, having finally shot out every drop of seed they had in their balls, collapsed onto the sticky wooden floor, their muscular and powerful bodies heaving with the last of their breath. It was only then that the beautiful young man, now anointed with the loads of all these virile men, noticed the lone figure who was still standing, albeit weakly. His gargantuan cock, aroused beyond comprehension, was still only covered in a gleaming pool of pre-cum. The burly man had somehow held his mind back from the abyss. The beau, though surprised, was more delighted than anything that someone would demand his individual attention. He began crawling over the exhausted bodies towards the burly man, his huge, toned ass raised and swaying back and forth in the most enticing manner the man had ever seen. Knowing that he had to do something, anything, to stop this devilish boy from touching his cock, the burly man tried to back away, gasping out in a hoarse voice strained beneath the weight of his lust, "Begging... I can't... you... stop..." The beau, chuckling rather humorously, raised his brilliant dark eyes to meet the burly man's. What the latter saw in them shocked him. It was an expression not of malice or evil, but of warmth and desire. Suddenly, it wasn't quite clear to the burly man whether or not he was being tempted by a demon or an angel. The boy certainly intended to drive him mad with lust as he makes him shoot his load until he was willing to cast aside his soul, but somehow, the gentleness evident in those beautiful eyes spoke to a more compassionate reason for his actions.
"You're quite right actually," the beau said suddenly, much to the burly man's surprise, "This all may seem pretty sinister, but I'm only here to show you and your 'friends' what you all had wanted for years. It's the reason for that heat you feel in your heart every time you all are around each other, why you all feel both so content and yet so frustrated whenever any one of you embrace the other. It's because of this... this feeling that you all share, and it's one you and I are sharing with each other. It's a wonderful thing, don't you agree?"
The burly man remained silent, his mind still reeling from the revelation that this young man could somehow hear what was going on inside his head. What's more, he also somehow knew of this secret that he had not dared to voice even to his peers, this reclusive beast within the recesses of his psyche that he knew to be there, but feared to look directly upon. But that wasn't true anymore. The animal had been dragged unceremoniously into the limelight, and the burly man could not deny just what it looked like now that he was giving it a good look. "Yes," the burly man stammered, unable to deny the boy's words, "It is wonderful... but what is it you want us to do about it?"
"Nothing at all my dearest friend. You don't have to do anything. In fact, I'd prefer it if you didn't. I'd like to see you resist me. I've been watching you all the whole evening, and I heard all that you and your friends shared with each other. You're all so concerned with being proper gentlemen, yet your friends spend most of their time chasing after women. It makes me wonder what you would do with a man like me, who is far more gentle than you give me any credit for. If you thought you were going crazy back there when I was sucking your cock, then I really wonder what you'll think when I engulf that dick of your's with my ass." The burly man swallowed hard, his mouth so dry he could barely form a sentence. That predator within his mind which was now confronting him bared its fangs, and he was sure that at any moment, the beast would pounce, and he would be powerless to throw off the animal as it finally took what it wanted after starving in the dark for so long. "I... I think you know what I want you to do with... that," the burly man finally managed with a squeak, his eyes glued to the beau's ever so tantalizing ass. But even as he remained utterly entranced by the spectacle before him, even as the monster within him drooled in anticipation, there was still a part of him, that distant aspect of himself that had been cast out of his mind when this unearthly pleasure conquered him. 'Run, stop, resist, no,' over and over again he thought, and yet, he couldn't quite place why. Tracing those whispers of his banished self, he felt that familiar something in the back of his head that had been shut out by the beau's seduction. With a longing need to know, the burly man pulled himself back out from the chasm.
Suddenly, as if his mind had suddenly discovered a hitherto untapped reservoir of strength, the burly man suddenly felt like himself again. "My name... my name is Dick!" he cried aloud, his mind still reeling from the fact that not five seconds ago, he had forgotten his own name. And he had also forgotten...
"Jane! Oh lord!" Dick further exclaimed, the face of his soulmate, his wife now dancing before him. And with that revelation came more and more, each part of himself which he had somehow forgotten in his lust now being desperately retrieved from the abyss, "I have her, and she has me, and we're trying to start a family! My peers may not care if they take a mistress, but I have my dignity, my love, my vows! I cannot, I must not! I fear you are mistaken about me. I can not speak for my peers and their pursuits of women, but my family, my marriage, is more than just... this, it's because I, with all my heart, love her, as she does, with all her heart, love me! I do not know what you have awakened in me or my colleagues, but I know that this is not love. My... penis may be tempted, but my mind holds resolutely: I will not give in to your temptations."
Dick felt powerful, his resolve solidifying with each word he spoke. The beau, still on all fours gazing up at him, was both impressed and shocked, though not in the way Dick probably expected. 'He had forgotten his life?' he thought to himself incredulously, 'It's not like he doesn't love her, actually it's been quite a while since I have ever seen anyone stand up to me so well. But to think that those desires he had held trapped within were so powerful that it overwhelmed that love, even momentarily, is incredible. My god, must these people be pent-up so! Most who choose me over their wife simply just ignore their commitment for their lust, but no, his love was so powerful that his mind needed to make him forget to allow those festering desires to finally be sated. So, he's a man truly committed to love. Well, I wonder how someone like him will react when his heart begins to stir for me too.' The young man suppressed an excited smile, feeling his spirit grow increasingly smitten. While seducing humans was certainly a favorite pastime of his, it was still quite rare for anybody to catch his fancy beyond simply exciting his lust and his determination to reveal to them their taste in men. 'Oh, he and I shall do wonderfully together,' the boy thought contentedly to himself, 'For he has not realized something that I am oh so eager to show him.'
"That drive to stay loyal to those you love," the beau remarked admiringly as he gracefully rose to his feet, the firm muscles throughout his body rippling in the most erotic of ways, "I can certainly understand, since, unless my senses deceive me, I believe that I have fallen for you."
Dick's expression, which had, up until then, remained righteously angry and determined, blanched at those words. The beau had to suppress yet another smile as he began to stride over towards him, 'It's even more obvious now that he's thinking clearly.'
"What?" Dick sputtered in shock as well as, to his utter confusion, relief, "I - I said I will not be tempted by my lust to betray my love."
"Oh, but it isn't just lust tempting you my dear," the young man replied, having now reached Dick, though to his shock, he kept a respectful distance away from him as continued talking, "Earlier, before I made a show of stripping my robes off for all of you to lose your minds over, we were having a most pleasant evening. You had invited me to eat with your friends, even when all the ladies left for home, and I, given my disguise, was expected to leave as well, you asked me to stay by your side. We ate, talked, laughed, and you had been the one to invite me for a little dance. I certainly enjoyed myself, but you, oh, it was unmistakeable just what you were feeling. You may have never pursued a mistress like your friends did, but tonight, even before I sucked your cock and made you forget your vows for a moment, you were considering, no, you were agonizing over whether you would finally do it. Because you realized then that your heart was stirring for me, just like it would everyday you come home and see Jane."
Dick's breathing had gone ragged. His mind felt more clouded and conflicted than he even thought possible, to the point that he almost wished that it had been wiped clean again by the torrents of lust he had been submerged in just a few moments ago. 'Oh Jane,' his mind weeped in horror, 'How can it be? You are my everything! You are and always will be enough. So why... why do I feel myself so drawn to...'
Dick tore his gaze from the beau, but his heart only grew more agonized and horrified as his eyes fell upon the unconscious nude bodies of his friends, and his dick, which was somehow still hard throughout all of his indignant fury, gave a distinct jolt that began to awaken the lust that he had only just managed to block away. He tried too to turn away from ogling their magnificent bodies, but his eyes only drifted back to the young man, who was giving him the same adoring gaze that he had seen when he had first sucked his cock, though it now smoldered with a new intensity that he couldn't help but feel compelled to reciprocate.
"Perhaps you can consider this to ease your pain," the beau spoke up comfortingly, "Your commitment to love stands strong, and it won't be triumphed by your need to sate your lust. Naturally, how those two tendencies interact differ between people, meaning that for some, to take a mistress or to visit a whore will not only be an act of lust, it would also constitute a betrayal of their love. However, by the logic of human diversity, would it not stand to reason that there are those who can sleep around plenty while still maintaining their commitment to their loved ones? And you heard me right, 'loved ones'. If indeed you find your love caught between more than one person, I'd say that if you have any respect for the power love holds, which I know you do, then do you really think, love, a passion that you have so much to give, could not be shared between two with yet even more to spare?"
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Chapter 3
With that, the beau finishes his little speech. He stares longingly at Dick, his expression showing a level of patience that Dick thought him incapable of given his earlier wantonness. Dick stared back at the handsome young man, waiting for his next move. "Do you mean... do you really think I could love Jane while I fuck you every day? Or rather that I can make love to you, and still make love to her? Oh... young man, I can not deny that my heart sings for you. I knew it before you did all... this, and I know it now, somehow, even after you showed me that my colleagues and I all lust for each other. It is as if I stand in the presence of a god. Frankly, I can find no better way to describe how I feel about your mind, your charm, and... that body."
"Well," the beau replied, his anticipation and arousal already building up for what was no doubt going to be a very passionate pounding, "You aren't actually too far off the mark at all, though I think I'll save that can of worms until after you have thoroughly fucked me."
Before Dick could even utter a word of question about what was just said, the young man took one decisive step forward so that suddenly, his nude body was up against his burly lover's. Feeling the skin of his newfound lover, Dick met the beau's lips and then tongue with incredible fervor, their kiss so deep and euphoric that when Dick's penis, slick with his pre-cum clashed against the boy's, he thought for a second that his mind would instantly collapse again and his seed would finally spray forth. Thankfully, he managed to draw his dick back just in time as he began to lower his lover down onto the smooth wooden floor, their lips and tongues still locked in the kiss. As they reached the floor, their lips parted and their breathing became strained as they both felt the tension build up inside them. "Oh... God," Dick gasped, his dick already dying to cum despite only having just started their lovemaking, "I've never felt anything like this in my life."
Truly, after years of keeping it tightly restrained, he had never imagined that he would let himself lust after another man, let alone find himself so deeply in love with one. Yet, here he was, about to find out just how wrong he had been about himself. Having broken the kiss, he looked down to study his new soulmate, gazing hungrily at the muscles along his arms and torso rippling with both strength and agility, and gazing with intense desire at his skin, which gleamed from the residue of his friends' semen. Dick felt a powerful urge to lick the stains off his lover, only managing to restrain himself when his line of sight was caught once again by the beau's eyes. The boy's expression was one of both immense excitement and satisfaction. It occurred to Dick that the latter probably had to do with this sexual awakening of his towards men.
So, was he really about to do this? Dick, though it shocked himself to admit it, was all too eager. Breathing heavily, his lust and love for his beau having built up into a maelstrom that was once against tearing up every shred of thought in his mind, he felt his hand lower to his engorged penis, and with rather clumsy precision, managing to brush some of the pre-cum on the head of his dick all over the boy's ass cheeks in the process, he finally felt a soft but firm indent that was unmistakably the entrance to the young man's ass. His mind was once again teetering on the edge of the chasm, though unlike last time, he now welcomed losing himself to this wonderful man he had found himself with. Taking the deepest breath he could, Dick shoved his cock into his beau's ass.
The boy gasped and gripped tightly at his shoulders, and Dick felt his own cock twitching inside of him. With a little more force, he shoved his whole cock inside the boy, and the sensation, like a bolt of lightning, surged from his dick, up his spine, and right into his brain. Dick suddenly found that he didn't know himself anymore, and that he, the burly man, was experiencing something beyond transcendental. His body seemed to be taking over, and he couldn't stop himself from thrusting deep inside the boy, feeling every part of him. He felt the walls of the ass, as if his cock and his entire being were being drawn into the vortex of a sinking ship, only somehow, the inescapable force of the suction was euphorically snug, to the point that he could easily resign himself to death as he's drawn deeper and deeper. It was almost like a drug, this feeling of being pulled inside, the tightness, the warmth, the ecstasy. The bulky man could feel the power of his cock as it cleaves its way through the ass just as much as it threatened to draw his being deeper into the abyss. Soon enough, his hips were bucking wildly, slamming deep inside the hole, sending shock waves of pure orgasmic bliss through his body. "Oh fuck, Oh fuck, Oh fuck," the bulky man chanted, his dick pistoning in and out of the young man's ass at breakneck pace. As their climaxes grew closer, each moment became more overwhelming than the previous, until there truly wasn't any need for words or even thoughts. There simply wasn't enough breath left in his lungs to utter the necessary phrases. "Oh fuck, Oh fuck, Oh fuck" became his mantra, his voice raw from screaming it with all his might. Like most things that happened to him that evening, the momentous orgasm emerged out of nowhere, leaving him totally blindsided. As his balls began to throb, so did his heart, and soon they both exploded together. Suddenly, everything else stopped mattering; the world faded away except for those four letters repeated again and again and again...
With a guttural roar, the bulky man's cum finally shot deep inside the boy, and he pressed his whole body down against him, just in time for his beau to groan contentedly as his spasming cock released its own sperm, coating both of their stomachs and chests with the sticky cream, with a few particularly intense spurts striking them both in their faces. Their orgasms burst forth from them like a single pulsing wave of power that felt to the them like it shook the ground beneath. The larger man also felt his thick, creamy seed fill the inside of his beau's ass, each subsequent blast seemingly no smaller than the previous. With a loud, mindless grunt, he yanked his massive cock from the boy's ass, the hole audibly popping as the pressure was released and white seed spilled all over the floor. With a seemingly endless deluge of semen to offer his lover, the burly man grasped the base of his cock as he proceeded to cover the young man's entire body with his load. His beau, not to be upstaged at all, swiftly sat up so that he could catch those last few massive spurts of cum all over his face. When Dick finally came to his senses, he found himself staring in awe down at the boy, whose face dripped with such a huge and filthy cumshot that Dick, somehow, felt that he nearly came again. His body almost instantly gave out, and he collapsed alongside his friends, who have still not recovered from the maddening blowjobs his lover had given them all. He could barely register his beau affectionately stroking his curly blonde hair. Summoning what little strength he had left, he turned his head to look his lover over. While clearly pleased by the pounding he received, as evidenced by the sated grin on his face, the fact that he did not seem at all drained by what they had just gone through both impressed and scare Dick a little. 'At least one of us managed to control themselves during intercourse! And it's no wonder, this boy, or god, cast my mind into hell only to then raise me into the glory of heaven. Thank God that I could give him at least a fraction of the bliss that he rained down on me. Lust no doubt overwhelmed me there, but just before I entered him, when I just met his eyes... oh I swear, I will do right by you Jane, and I will do my utmost to work through this with you, but please, I hope, I beg, I pray, that you understand, that I love this beautiful young man, and just as you will always be a part of me, I don't think I can part from him anymore either.'
Two shirtless men sleeping together.
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Chapter 4
It was a beautiful morning, the start of a perfect day. Birds chirped almost melodically, the sun rising over the distant hills, casting its radiant glow on the still sleeping town, and the wind was just right so that the beau could smell the sea breeze of the island he had been staying on for so long. Having returned with Dick back to his house only a few hours ago, the beau was still admiring interior of his lover's home. While it certainly wasn't as enormous or grand as the forest he's used to, it is obvious from the fine arrangement of the furniture and the pristine state of the building that Dick was a relatively well-off man, who, more importantly, lived with a happy and loving wife. Speaking of which, the beau couldn't help but notice the loud chatter coming from what he presumed was an upstairs bedroom. Dick had made him promise not to listen, and that he would not stop him from telling Jane about what had transpired between the two of them, something the young man was more than happy to oblige by. 'I do wonder what sort of love my dear's Jane favors,' he wondered to himself curiously. A sudden rise in the volume of the conversation obviously spoke to a feeling of betrayal and jealousy on the wife's part. The husband's voice remained conspicuously quieter, though judging by the dry heaves and sobs punctuating the muffled words, the boy suspected that he would need some comforting when their argument was over.
Quite suddenly, the beau, while studying the delicately arranged china on the dining room table, heard the loud bang of a door being kicked open. Gliding his way through the living room, he stopped just short of the staircase, as a woman with gorgeously regal features and a wrinkled nightgown barreled down the steps and ran to the front door. As she was hastily pulling on a coat hanging to the side, she noticed the beau standing in the living room. Their eyes met, and the young man, for the first time in quite awhile, truly saw the depths of a human's sorrow. The lady, while obviously hurt beyond comprehension, somehow, despite being face-to-face with the man her husband had fucked to within an inch of his sanity, maintained some level of composure. Quickly wiping away the streaks of tears covering her face, she opened her mouth, and the beau could taste the venom that she was going to spit. Her dignity, somehow, again, won over the terrible fury and grief that was now raging within her. Perhaps it was the soft expression of the boy's eyes that kept her grounded, that unmistakable show of empathy that one might share over a lost loved one. The irony of that comparison was palpable to Jane, having heard upon waking up from her husband that his daily evening chat with friends down at the country club had ended with a session of passionate lovemaking with the young man now standing before her. That on its own was earth-shattering, to know that her Richard, someone who had been so faithful, who loved her so dearly, could commit such an act with another man. What had truly shocked her though, was the genuineness with which he asked for his beau to stay with them, declaring to her that the only thing that could possibly have allowed this to transpire was love, that he could not deny the longing he now felt for not one but two people, and that it would be agony for him to shut out one for the other. "But how could you!" she had cried, her mind reeling from what she just heard, "Wasn't what we shared enough? You told me that it was, every time your friends brought home a mistress, every time you told me about those advances you got at work, every time your fidelity was tested, you stood strong and close beside me! And yet, now you're telling me that not only have you betrayed me for another man, but you have the audacity to invite him into our home! I... I love you Richie, and from the way you're crying, I know you do too, oh so dearly, so please, just send... him, back to where you found him. Let's just forget all this, and we'll go back to how it was, like nothing ever happened."
"I... I can not. He is now as much a part of me as you are. Jane, I can't choose between him and you, you both are too precious to me."
What Jane said next stung her like nothing she's ever done before: "Fine, goddammit, fine! Your manwhore means as much to you as me? Your lust has finally overcome the love that we share?! Go ahead then, 'make love' to him, your friends, fuck a horse for all I care! But if I ever see you try to bring that boy into this house again, I will kill him before I kill myself too!"
When Jane had dashed down the stairs, she had half hoped not to see the man who had seduced her husband, but there was definitely a strong desire for her to look him straight in the eyes and validate every last thought she had of him: evil, harlot, beast, the one who delighted in committing sodomy with a married man. And yet, those eyes... all those venomous thoughts suddenly felt so hollow. Not knowing what to think anymore, she tore her gaze away from the beau and sprinted outside to run as far away as she can manage.
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Chapter 5
Richard, with a chasm in his heart that he couldn't possibly hope to describe, staggers down the stairs. In the living room, he found the beau, who, for once, wasn't smiling in a knowing or seductive way. "Dick, you are a truly lucky man," he states, his voice soothing and melancholic in a way that made Richard think of the sound of a forest creek, "I can see now why you fought so hard to resist me and those feelings you carried for those around you. I only hope that you know and understand that I may have saved you from an even worse fate, had your desires remained repressed and been allowed to -"
"Stop!" Richard screamed, his hands tearing a picture from the wall to throw at his lover before he managed to stop himself, the consoling gaze directed at him by those eyes more than enough to melt his heart a little. Feeling lightheaded with grief, fury, and, to his immense chagrin, lust at being so close to his beau after a night away from his intoxicating presence, Richard managed to stumble over and sit down in a chair situated by the smoldering fireplace. "What the fuck could you possibly mean by a worse fate? You've 'awakened' something in me that was never there and I never wanted, and now, you've ruined me, and you've hurt Jane!"
"Then explain this to me Dick: how on Earth could someone as principled and gentle as you tell anyone, 'Oh fuck, he’s sucking my cock! Suck it boy! Suck it good!'? Because last I checked, that's exactly what you told me when all of you stripped and surrounded me with your dicks and had me suck you all off. You and each of your friends only came one fucking time, and you all were spent like nothing I had seen before. Whether you want to admit it or not, which you did yesterday by the way, those irrefutable needs you all have been holding down inside you have been festering to no end, and it only took me standing before you all nude for every last one of you to cast who you are to the wind and explode, literally. Wait another few years, and who knows what'll suddenly trigger you or one of your friends? Because chasing women or loving your wife, it can never truly sate that other hidden side of your's, the one harboring the burning desire to have another man make love with you."
By this point, the beau had stood up and moved over to Richard, his expression determined as he laid a hand right over his heart. Dick scrambled for something, anything, to refute his lover's claims, but even above the memories of last night, the hand that was now gently stroking his chest was proof beyond any he could ask for. "Please," he whispered, his last hope hanging in the balance, "You... you said, last night, that you are a god. Take this away please. I can't choose, and this feeling, it's searing in a way that I can't..."
"I can only bring to light what already lays within," the young man replied as he leaned in, gently embracing Richard with a tenderness he had only ever felt from Jane, "Not only is stamping out what a person is at heart beyond me, it is against my nature. You are who you are, Richard, and as far as I'm concerned, I couldn't have asked for anyone better."
Richard, though the agony still wracked his body like nothing he ever felt before, took some solace as he hugged the boy back, letting his sweet words wash over him. It wasn't nearly enough, like throwing a bucket of water onto a burning shed, but it was at least enough for the other pounding sensations pulsing throughout him to take over. 'Your lust has finally overcome the love that we share?!' That horrifying accusation from Jane only grew more pronounced as he felt his erection harden, until it pressed tightly against the pajamas he was still wearing. The young man, sensing his partner's arousal and feeling his own rising to the occasion, tightened their embrace as he sat down on Dick's lap, his penis fitting oh so snugly between those bountiful ass cheeks. The two of them began kissing wildly, their tongues lashing one another desperately as the bulky man chased urgently after the comfort of his long-repressed lust and the solace of his new love. Their hands moved feverishly to remove the other's clothes, with the beau's proving both exceptionally agile and strong, managing to remove Dick's shirt despite them being locked in embrace and opting to rip off his lover's pants without him even having to get up from his chair, something which Dick had absolutely no problem with, especially since he could now feel his fully exposed cock rise even further between those delectable mounds of fat and muscle, until finally, the head of his dick felt the familiar dip between his beau's ass that meant the hole where he'll unload his seed into. With a bellow of tortured longing, Dick pushed his hips forward, sending his cock straight inside the boy, and the sensation was overwhelming. His whole body seemed to be on fire, and he knew it was only going to get worse as he gave in to his burning need. His beau began bouncing his ass up and down his dick, his hands clinging tightly to his back as he initiated another tongue kiss, which caused Dick's whole body to tighten up as he felt the tight ball of butterflies growing in his gut. Losing patience with the pace of the boy's movements, he tightened his own ass to raise it slightly off the chair in order to meet each of the young man's bounces with his own thrusts. It proved amazingly effective, with their speed so high that if someone had heard the noise of the beau's ass slapping against Dick's legs, they could've easily mistaken it for sound of applause.
After making out with such intensity that the beau forgot to breathe, the two finally parted their lips to look each other over as they continued to fuck relentlessly. While the pain certainly hadn't subsided for Dick, the glint in his eyes easily betrayed the heavenly euphoria he was also experiencing, as well as the wonder that he felt wash over him thanks to him finally being in control of his own mind while they were making love. The boy's eyes, on the other hand, were big as saucers, his mouth wide open as he stared at the monster cock that was ramming into his ass. "Oh God, it feels so good," he moaned into his lover's ear, "Oh Dick, I can take you any way, give you anything. Show me how much you want me!"
And finally, Dick smiled, his face twisting into a wicked grin that would have disturbed his normally proper self. With the strength of his bulky frame, he rose up from his seat, his cock still firmly buried within his lover, who was now being held up in place by Dick's strong hands, which gripped his ass in large, squishy handfuls. Somehow, the pace at which Dick's cock was moving in and out of the boy remained steadfastly quick, and it became quite a bit faster as he slammed the young man against the wall, sending a portrait that had been hanging to their right to tumble to the floor. With his lover now firmly pressed against him, Dick truly gave himself over to reckless abandon, his cock hammering in and out of that sickeningly tight hole, until finally, he felt his balls tighten, his body clench, and his cock throbbed so hard that it reached just a bit deeper into the beau's ass, earning him a scream that washed his mind over with both rapture and glee.
It truly sent them flying over the edge. The beau clutched onto his lover for dear life, his legs having reached around his toned ass to lock him in place. His cock, which had leaked so much pre-cum that it had made the skin between the two of them slick with the stuff, abruptly exploded, as rope after rope of semen shot forth and coated the entire front of both their bodies. The boy's orgasm caused his ass to reflexively squeeze, and Dick, unable to hold on any longer, finally surrendered himself, his mind shattering into oblivion as his name, life, and even Jane all left him. For one singular moment, buried impossibly deep in his beau, having forgotten everything but the ecstasy billowing through him and his cock as it shot his enormous load, Dick finally found his peace, the agony of his situation completely overcome by the rapture of his orgasm. It was a beautiful thing to behold, and one that the beau would never forget.
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Chapter 6