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Tyler stroked between Alec's cheeks, thick, slick fingers circling and then probing inward.

"You're sure?" he asked, one last time.

"Definitely," Alec said, pushing back and forcing Tyler's finger deeper into him.

Tyler tugged Alec's dangling cock. He bit softly into his ass cheek and then added a second

finger to his probing hand. Alec gasped audibly, clenching Tyler's fingers tight.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes."

"Then here I come."

Alec felt the fingers slip from him, simultaneously relieved and longing for their return. Instead, he felt the bulbous head of Tyler's cock, pressing into him, stretching his hole much wider than before, forcing its way in.

"Oh," Alec said.

"Just tell me. I'll stop."

"No, just hold it there a second. Let me do this part."

Alec clamped down on the head of Tyler's cock, squeezed, released, and then eased back an

inch repeating the process. Tyler watched fascinated, as Alec's ass seemed to be devouring him one bite at a time. Alec grunted softly with each movement but continued with robotic determination until his cheeks were nestled in the curve of Tyler's groin, completely impaled. And even then, when

physical limitations determined he could go no further, he sunk deeper.

This time it was Tyler who gasped.

"You OK back there?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Then let me have it."

Tyler started slow, a simple repetitive rhythm, sliding in and out of Alec using brief, pulsing

strokes. Soon, as things grew more comfortable for both, he began pushing and pulling at full-lengths, filling Alec to almost unbearable depths one moment, and leaving him achingly vacant the next. Alec used his upper body, forcing himself to remain stationary, often having to push back with resistance to Tyler's powerful thrusts.

As they reached the bliss of a symbiotic grind, escalating their titillation toward a climax, Tyler spoke.

"Alec… I'm gonna… I can't stop."

"Wait," said Alec. "Lean back a little."

Tyler did as instructed and Alec came up off of his hands, plunging his ass deep into Tyler's

grinding groin. Tyler wrapped his arms around Alec, supporting him with one, the other falling low, brushing past Alec's taut stomach and latching onto his engorged member. He began stroking.

Both men were wet with sweat from exertion, but again they found the rhythm and ran with it,

holding nothing back. Alec gasped and came—hot ejaculate erupting from his cock locked tight in

Tyler's grip, spilling over the thick fingers stroking his shaft and dripping down Tyler's wrist and forearm.

Hearing Alec's climactic breath was the final note Tyler needed to complete his symphony. He