“Okay,” Rory said.
He pounded into Bernard. Each thrust sent jolts from his ass to his cock. He grabbed the lube and dripped it on his cock and stroked it.
“I want you to come first,” Rory said. “I want to see you come.”
“You want me to come?”
“Yes, I want to see what I do to you.”
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
Bernard grabbed his balls in the other hand and pulled. He reared at the pressure.
“Keep going. I’m going to come,” Bernard growled.
“Come for me, baby.”
Bernard let out a groan and cum shot to his chest. Three more followed and hit his belly.
“Keep fucking me,” Bernard said. “I want to feel your cum inside me.”
Rory continued to pump, his dick swelling inside. He was close, and it was going to be explosive.
Rory let out a loud moan as he thrust one last time. Rory’s cock throbbed as cum shot out. Each pulse elevated Bernard’s ecstasy. Rory had come inside him.
Bernard squeezed his ass as Rory pulled out and rolled over next to him.
“Fuck, you’re good at that,” Bernard said.
“I just did what you taught me,” Rory said. “You showed me how.”
Bernard leaned in and kissed him. “Some of that is just you.”
“Well, I guess when you want to please someone, you learn.”
“Well, I’m glad you learned. I love it when you fuck me.”
“Next time, you top. I want to feel you fill me with your cum.”
“I’m happy to do whatever pleases you, sexy bear.”
“I love when you call me that.” Rory smiled.
“Then I will say it as often as you want me to, sexy bear.”
They kissed. Sweat mingled with the mint of the toothpaste. Bernard licked Rory’s lips and drank in the sweat.
They cleaned up and went to bed. Bernard still had to work, and Rory had more packing to do. Bernard fell asleep in Rory’s arms. This was how it would be from now on. He would never have to go to sleep alone.
*
BERNARD GOT OFFwork early on Thursday due to the holiday. He drove over to Rory’s to help him pack.
They moved most of his furniture to a rental trailer to take to a donation center.
They donated Rory’s bed, dresser, and other furniture he didn’t need. He insisted on holding on to the nightstand his brother made him, so they set it up on his side of the bed. He wanted to keep a recliner his grandfather gave him. The chair fit perfectly in the corner.
They’d unloaded most of Rory’s apartment by Thursday evening.
