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I line myself up, nudging just the crown of my dick inside his hole. Then I grip his hips and thrust forward.
The cry that rumbles from his throat is filled with both need and relief, a strange mix of satisfaction and yearning. I want to savor it, but the pressure that engulfs my dick makes it impossible to think of anything beyond staving off my release.
“God, how are you tighter?” I rasp, chest heaving as I try to fill my lungs with the air they can’t seem to hold. I tried to recreate the feeling of Tripp’s body with my hand, to recapture the sensations I’m feeling now without being buried inside him. I could never get my fist tight enough. Or hot enough. I’d always end up feeling empty. Unfulfilled.
Fuck…, being joined to him, I’m basically in free fall, spiraling uncontrollably as I struggle not to lose control.
“Maybe you’re bigger.” His voice helps to ground me. “My blow jobs must agree with you.”
“Ungh,” I half-grunt, half-laugh, fighting back a burst of euphoria that ripples through me when he shifts his weight. “Hold still.”
“Can’t,” he strains.
“Fuck,” I grumble and take a deep breath, holding it as I pull back and tentatively push forward. Despite the give of his warm channel, the easy acceptance of my intrusion, his ass is so tight the pressure is dizzying.
My eyes roll back in my head as my legs quake with the effort to stay upright, which is sort of terrifying, given that strong legs are a basic requirement of my job. Yet, not even the hundreds of pounds I squat make my thighs tremble as much as they are right now.
“Harder, big guy. Don’t hold back.” Tripp taunts me with a daring glance over his shoulder, and as much as I want to savor this encounter, I want to please him even more.
I flex my fingers and grip his hips, widening my stance to the same athletic position I use in goal when I need ready access to speed and power. Then I start to move.
My hips piston forward, spearing my length into his warm, wet hole as I use my arms to pull him to me. The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin is a steady drumbeat around us, and his frantic moans are the melody.
Tremors of ecstasy ripple along my shaft as I give it to him, culminating in a hefty twitch each time I sink to the hilt. My abs blaze as they coil and release again and again, biceps smoldering from the near violent push and pull as I strain to fit my body into Tripp’s.
“Fuck, you’re gonna split me in two. Don’t stop.”
Beads of sweat trickle down my chest, along my abs, pooling at the base of my groin, already damp from the lube dripping out of Tripp’s ass. It occurs to me not only that sex has never been this messy before, but that I like it this way. Loud and wet and uninhibited.
The only thing that could make it better is seeing Tripp’s face. The way his eyes get heavy with lust as his orgasm builds. How his lean chest heaves when he starts panting. How his lips part just slightly when he moans.
Seeing my name on his back is thrilling in its own way, but it can’t compete with watching the man come undone in front of me.
That memory has pleasure engulfing me, threatening to tip me over the edge long before I want it to. I run drills in my mind, stopping imaginary pucks in an attempt to convince myself that I’m not about to find heaven. But not even hockey can distract me from the notion that it doesn’t just feel good, but right, to give my body to Tripp. Like it should belong to him, if he wants it.
That thought makes me falter slightly, not out of fear so much as worry that he wouldn’t appreciate such a revelation. But it’s enough that he notices the shift in my movement.
“More, Noah. Jerk me. Please.”
“How? I’m barely hanging on.” I curl my fingers into his skin.
“Pull me up,” Tripp gasps. “My back to your front.”
Wrapping my left arm under his chest, I heave him up to a groan that sounds a lot like ‘fuck that’s hot’ as my right hand closes over his cock. His keening cry of relief is like a shot of adrenaline straight to my balls, and I find a second wind, spearing into him ferociously as my fingers slide over his length.
Rocking into him as my fist bottoms out helps me keep a constant rhythm, but its not until Tripp wraps his arms around me to start fondling my cheeks that I have the leverage to fuck him like he wants, and once I do…
The raspy moans coming from Tripp’s mouth spur me onward, encouraging me to plunge deeper, pump faster. My body pushes all rational thought from my brain, its singular focus finding the nirvana that looms… Right. Fucking. There. In that place where Tripp and I are so connected I’d swear we were one. We're moving together without conscious thought so much as intuition. It's an innate sense of what we want…a craving to be closer regardless of the limitations.
My dick throbs with the need for release, the same as his does in my hand. With each thrust we inch toward the precipice, and the friction of Tripp’s palms gripping my ass tips me over the edge.
I come, slamming into him, and before I can catch my breath, he clenches around me. The vise-like grip of his body wrings another wave from my tip as his release coats my hand, and a guttural cry rumbles from my throat.
A torrent of sensation crashes over me. Ecstasy, exhaustion, affection, gratitude; wave after wave coming so hard and fast, I can’t tell which way is up. My body vibrates like a guitar string, a strange mixture of sated yet spent that keeps my muscles tense despite the fact they can barely hold my weight.
Tripp shudders in my arms as his orgasm finally dissipates, his rapid breath causing my arm to rise with the rhythm of his chest. His head falls back against my shoulder as his grip on my ass relaxes, and it’s only then that I realize I’m still holding his dick, stroking it absently. And that he seems just as content to stay like this as I do.
It won’t last, and I understand why, but I’m also not going to point out that we’re a sticky mess and should probably clean up. I may still be learning about who I am and what I want, but one thing I don’t question is the fact that I like the non-sexual contact I have with Tripp as much as I do the sexual kind.. So, if he’s happy to let me hold him, I will.
