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Throat caught in the excitement of being present, watching, sharing.
Then the climax: his friend unable to stave off his need any more.
Although my man isn’t the submissive type, he’s very bisexual. Well I say ecstasy, there was more than a hint of pain in there – as is often the case with anal sex.
Not enough to completely stop the action, just enough to remind him that he’s being thoroughly violated in the dirtiest of ways.
The room fell silent except for the heavily-drawn breaths of all three of us. If you’ve enjoyed this post please buy sex toys here (this *is* an affiliate link and I get a small % of the sale).
In time, they both regained some composure, his friend still in his climax-stance even though his cock was no doubt in post-orgasm wilt and sliding from position. All pennies raised through affiliate sales go towards keeping this site open and full of sexy stories & more.
His friend’s hands pulled his cheeks apart slightly, letting him position his cock tip right on that puckered, lube-coated entrance. It was then I heard my boyfriend cry out for the first (but definitely not the last) time that night. The flash of skin as his nails clawed into the pillow, which he also used to muffle his second piteous, and clit-tingling, cry. Moans escaped his lips; louder then, as he couldn’t help but throw his head back as the slow-but-certain arse fucking continued.
A strangled, conflicted cry combining all the pain, horror and aghastness of . The wicked and evil smile of a man who knows he has his prey right where he wants him, and he’s going to squeeze out & enjoy every ounce of perverted pleasure. His fingers were still curled in a death-grip around the pillow, but his back arched.
I remember the heat pouring off them both, and my joy in seeing real guys together like this, gritty, imperfect, not the oiled bronze muscles of gay porn.The sensitive tip stroked against the duvet beneath while his arse was fucked harder and harder, just adding to his growing need.Unable to resist any more, one of his hands moved down.Perhaps it was the discovery of a bottle of poppers in the bedside table, or it might have been that his friend was just so fucking horny that night.Either way, the stars were aligned for passionate boy-on-boy action.