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Chapter Five

Ryder

I woke up, and last night felt like a dream. Did that really happen? Did I get my balls up and walk over and kiss him? Did we agree to see where this would go?

Was he moving back? We didn’t even talk about it again. Once we had settled what was going to happen, we ate dessert, drank wine, and groaned at our fat bellies. We talked as we always had.

It wasn’t a dream.

It had really happened.

I smiled.

Was he still asleep? Probably? I should…

I jumped out of bed and ran to my bathroom. I grabbed my toothbrush and quickly brushed my teeth. I ran my fingers over my buzz cut and stared at my body in the mirror. I raised my arm and sniffed. I was good.

I wanted… I looked down at my morning wood. I wanted him. I mean, there was no reason not to…

“Are you going to stay in there forever?” Marti’s giggle caught me off guard.

“Did you just sneak into my bed?” I watched myself smile in the mirror.

“I got up two hours ago. It takes a lot of work to… be pretty at this age.”

I walked into the doorway and saw him lying underneath my covers.

“It was so warm. You’re like a portable heater. I…” He stopped as he looked at me standing naked in front of him with my morning wood standing at attention. “Wow… I had forgotten.”

“A hot man is in my bed, and I am standing at attention. What should we do?”

“If it doesn’t involve seeing how this goes, I wasted two hours of my life.”

“What?” I shook my hips and my cock slapped against my thighs. “You want some of this?”

“I’m beginning to reconsider. I should have known that you’d become a frat boy when it came to sex.”

“I think you like frat boys.”

“If I had a child, it might be one,” he frowned. “Now come here and let’s see what…”

“I mean, not even dinner first?”

“That was last night. I brought dessert.” He looked over at the nightstand, and there was a slice of my cake.

“Oh, well, that changes everything. A man who brings morning cake in exchange for sex is definitely someone I need in my life.” I ran over and jumped onto the bed beside him.

“I thought I might whet your appetite.”

“You in my bed – at this time – is all I need. I like a little bitter with my sweets.” I pushed myself up on top of him. “Please tell me that you’re naked under here.”

“I’m wearing a suit.”

“I think I need to peel the layers back.” I slid the covers down, and there was his dark, tanned skin naked under the covers. His smooth chest was firmer than I had ever seen it. He looked so innocent, but I knew better. His dark curls framed his face, and he was as beautiful as he had always been to me.

“God… Do you mean this is all mine now?” He wrapped his hand around my shaft, and I chuckled as he stroked it.

“I mean, we don’t really need to get to… oh… god… know each other, so…”

“Will you tattoo my name on it?” He smirked.

“I plan on tattooing my name all over you so everyone can see what a little morning slut you are.”

“I think I like it when you talk nasty.”

“How about no more talking?” I bent down and kissed him. My stubble burned his face as my passion poured out of me and into him. I had wanted this all night, for months, the moment I realized what I had let get away.

I nipped at his bottom lip and opened my mouth as his tongue slid against mine. My hands ran down his smooth chest and I found his cock – so warm and hard. He moaned into me as his hand slid over my torso.

“I want…” He moaned loudly, and I knew what he needed. I knew him too well. I had heard about his sexual escapades for years as we shared the most intimate details of our adventures together.

I pulled my lips away and chuckled as I scooted up. My cock bounced against his chin and he opened his mouth happily. His eyes glazed over as he took it in his hand and stared up at me. “I think you are so beautiful.”

“I think you are… ooooh.” He slid my helmet into his mouth, and his tongue ran around my glans. “Damn…”

His hands pressed against my ass cheeks as he cupped them. I slid myself deeper into his mouth and slowly let myself go all the way in. He didn’t gag. He had always been proud that he didn’t have a gag reflex and my seven-inch dick was also pretty damn wide. Beer can was the name my frat had given me all those years ago, and it was fitting.

He slurped on my cock as I pistoned in and out of his mouth. His lips were clamped to my shaft so tightly that it was heaven. His moans told me how much he loved it. Martin was a man who liked to be used by his lover. Most men had never been able to keep up with him, and honestly, it was a challenge that I knew I could handle.

We had been made for each other.

How had it taken us this long to realize it?

My balls bounced against his chin. I groaned as Marti pulled on my balls and wrapped his fingers around them. Fuck… He was so… good at this. No, not good. Marti was giving me the best blow job I had ever had. His tongue lapped at my helmet with every thrust out, and his throat opened with every thrust in.

“Jesus… You’re… Fuck Marti…”

He chuckled and patted me on the belly. I slowly freed my cock from his mouth.

“You always talk about going to pound town… So…”

“I do not call it pound town.

“Yes, you have. You told me that most bottoms couldn’t handle your pounding when you took them to pound town.”

“Did I?”

“Yes, we were in our thirties when you said it. I remember because I told you to never say that again. But, Ryder… I want to be taken to pound town, very, very badly.”

I jumped off him and pulled the cover completely off his newly toned body. His cock stood up at attention. He rolled over and giggled.

“You sure? I’m not sure you can handle it,” I chuckled.

“Oh, shut up and fuck me or you are not getting any cake.” He spread his ass cheeks apart.

“What the bossy bottom wants, the bossy bottom gets.”

“Remember that.”

I crawled up between his thighs and licked up his crack. He smelled of the lavender soap I had in the guest room. I pressed my tongue against his ring and licked it forcibly. He moaned and opened his cheeks wider.

I buried my face in him. Pressing my tongue into his hole and wiggling it slowly. My morning stubble rubbed against his ass and the harder I pushed, the more he moaned. I stretched his hole with my tongue. Sliding it in and out and losing my mind that this was actually happening. He was here – face down and ass up in my bed. All of the time we had wasted was…

It prepared us for this.

He took one of his hands off his cheek and grabbed me by the back of the head and held me in place as my tongue writhed in his hole with all the force and passion that was exploding inside me.

“Please tell me that you’re not too old to have lube?” He chuckled.

“I’m not dead, just not very active.”

“How long has it been?”

“I’m on prep, but…”

“Yeah, let’s use a condom. I stopped taking mine because I wasn’t… well, you know.”

I crawled off the bed and went to my closet, where I kept the unused condoms and the very used bottle of lube. I walked back over and ripped open one of the packets and carefully rolled it over my engorged shaft.

I wet my cock with the lube and then let some trickle onto his hole. I pressed my finger inside him, carefully, and he wiggled as I sank it inside him.

“You'd better use two. I had forgotten how you didn’t lie about your cock size. That’s a real… man pleaser, and I’ve been sexually dead. My dildo is not that big.”

I pushed another finger in and tried to prepare him for my cock. I stretched his hole, and he groaned at the pressure.

“You ready for… I can’t believe I’m going to say this… pound town.”

“That’s… Let me… Lie on your back.”

“See, I told you that even a bottom could be a top.”

“I’m bossy, sue me.”

I moved up to the top of the bed and lay down. I held my cock in my hand and Marti’s eyes glazed over once again. He crawled on top of me and slowly backed his hips up and spread his cheeks. The tip of my cock slid between him and he giggled as it ran over his hole.

“Fuck… That’s… I’m ready.” He reached back and took it in his hand, and I felt my head press into his tight hole. “Ow… yeah… That’s big. I think the best thing to do is…”

“Breathe.” I chuckled.

He pressed down, and I could feel his hole stretch across my helmet as he slid it inside himself. God, he was so tight. It was like velvet. He took a deep breath and hissed as he took more of me in. Inch by inch he slowly sunk down on my cock until his ass sat down on my hips. He rocked back and forth slowly.

“Good God, Ryder… That’s so… Fucking hot.”

He rocked himself higher and reached out to me. I grabbed his hands and he slowly got his feet underneath him as he rode my cock.

“You’re so tight, Marti. Fuck…”

“I’m riding Ryder. My brain is turning to fucking mush.”

“See a bossy bottom. I’d not want you any other way.”

“Hush, you. I’m impaling myself on your cock and need to concentrate.” He giggled again, and I slowly started thrusting upwards into him. “Oh, fuck…”

I quickened my pace. I knew what he wanted if everything he had ever told me was true. I let loose and started pumping into him as hard and fast as I could. His knees shook with the force of it and I held him up and steadied him as I fucked him the way I knew he wanted.

I let loose and Marti let go of one of my hands and threw his head back and howled as he started stroking his cock. Minutes flew by as we lost ourselves in the most carnal of connections. Two men who had finally found each other and relished in the connection that we had made. We fit in every way. I panted from the exertion as I banged Marti with everything that I could muster. My cock throbbed with every thrust and I could feel my balls tightening.

“I’m gonna… Fuck this is so fucking hot, Marti.”

He moaned as his cum gushed out of his cock and splattered across my chest. It was too much. “I’m gonna…” I pulled him off of my cock and he fell against me. I pulled the condom off my cock and rolled over until I was on top of him. My cum shot like a rocket out of slit. It shot him in the face and all over his neck and chest. I collapsed on top of him. The wetness of us creating a sticky mess between us.

“That was… I love you.” He kissed me as his hands slid down my back.

“I’m… I think I like a bossy bottom.”

“You better. I… I want to move into the other bedroom, but I will be sleeping in here even if you are a fucking heat generator.”

“I’ll keep you warm. So, you’re moving back?”

“I can’t let you go again. Also…”

“What?”

“I really want to eat that cake.”

We didn’t leave the bed all day. He completed me in every way.