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Talking could waituntil later.
“Talk to me, Stillman,” Tony huffed as I ground my cock into his ass.
Or maybe not...
“Damn it, Tony, you know how I feel about you,” I growled as I palmed his stiff prick through his slacks.
“Is there a chance for us?” He sighed, rocking his hips up then back, enjoying the touch of my hand on his dick just as much as he loved the feel of my cock jabbing his backside.
“Sure, of course,” I replied, lust drunk and lost in the possibility of what could be. Hell yes there was a chance for us. Wait—“A chance for what?”
He was having none of my questions, it seemed, and he began undulating in my arms. It was like trying to hold onto an eel. It was agony and immense pleasure keeping him close while he moved and wiggled, freeing his dick from his slacks for me. Just for me. I took him in hand, enjoying the satiny skin stretched taut over a rod of pure iron.
“Fuck me,” he huffed.
Yep, I was right. Talking could wait until later. “In my wallet...condom and lube. Hurry, Stillman, I need to feel you inside me.”
I didn’t want to sound like a Puritan, but my stupid jealous head wanted to know if he carried stuff for random hookups because he was giving himself to guys left and right. Once I had that monster back in its cage—insecure much—I nearly tore his back pocket off to get his wallet out with one hand. No way was I releasing his prick.
“Here,” I panted as he worked on getting his pants and briefs down around his ankles. His bare ass was now cradling my cock.
“You need it,” he replied, spreading his legs as wide as he could with his ankles bound in cloth while trying to pull a plastic camel out from behind a row of folding tables. “Why the hell do we always pick the worst places to get off?”
That was a good question. I had a bed at home—two, to be honest—where we could get freaky without lights or tables or an infant messiah staring up at us. Yeah, he had to look elsewhere. I reached down and flipped the babe over before rolling on a condom.
“Turn them around,” I barked while ripping open the lube packet.
“Them who?” Tony asked and then gasped when my slippery fingers found his hole.
“Mary and Joseph, spin them to the wall.” I eased my middle finger into him. My mind went totally blank save for the primal urge to sink into his hot, tight channel.
He looked over his shoulder. “They’re plastic.”
“I know.” I pushed two fingers into him, making him mewl. “I can’t do this with a virgin staring at me.”
“You’re so odd,” he said as he flailed at the two until they were staring at the backend of an ass. “Damn, right there. Shit!”
I rubbed his prostate gently. His ass clenched around my fingers. That was about all that I could take and not bust a nut, so I eased my digits out, wiped them on my shirt, and took my cock in hand. His hole was shiny with lube, his back arched out, his belly resting against the camel’s humps. Licking my lips, I tapped his entrance with my dick a few times and began pressing into him.
“Relax, baby,” I cooed, rubbing circles on his buttocks, pressing them tightly together, and then spreading them so I could see my cock easing in. My balls drew up tight before I even had my cockhead inside him. Easing out, I took a breath or two and rocked back inside. Heat engulfed my cock. Tony grasped a camel hump for dear life, arching his back and leaning back to spear himself on my prick. He whimpered as my dick eased past the ring of resistance. Then he sighed as I moved deeper, pulled out, and went back in again. “God you’re so fucking tight. I love your ass so much, Tony. I missed this.”
“Me too. Faster, fuck me harder now, yes, fuck yes!” He was such a vocal bottom. I loved it. He asked for it, so I gave it to him, daring to give his right cheek a small slap with each thrust. His knees buckled at the pleasure of that light crack. He’d always enjoyed a tiny bit of paddling when being boned. Just enough to pinken his ass cheeks. “Stillman, you bastard, yes!”
“Has anyone fucked you just the way you like it since me?” I hadn’t meant to ask. It was a stupid question. What if someone had? Did I want to know? “Has anyone given you a ramming like this since me?”
I ramped up the speed. Balls slapping balls so hard it stung, but I kind of liked it myself. Tony locked his knees, but I held him, nonetheless, hoisting him up until he was on his toes. I reached around the best that I could to grab his cock. The wet head slid over my palm. I gave him a tug or two.
“No one...like you,” he cried out as he came all over my hand. The clench of his ass around me combined with the knowledge that no one did him like I did was enough. More than enough to be honest. I drove into his heat, hard, and let go. The orgasm was mind-blowing. It stole all the air in the room, leaving me gasping, shaking, and floating. Each contraction of Tony’s milked another pulse from my balls. He collapsed between the camel’s humps, and I went with him, covering his sweaty back as we sank to our knees.
“Talk about...getting humped,” he breathlessly tossed out while we lay like wet rags in the valley of a synthetic Bactrian mammal’s fat storage bulges. Foolish me did not want to let go, ever, but as he worked to breathe, I knew I had to. So, with great care, I eased out and off, rocking back to sit on my heels to catch my breath. Also, to admire the glorious sight of Tony, slumped over a camel, ass pink and well-fucked.
I reached out to touch his buttock and then bent down to press a kiss to his cheeks. He made a cooing sound, like a happy dove, and that broke me in ways that I couldn’t grasp. Instead of standing up, tucking my dick away, and forcing myself to get some distance for the sake of my sanity and tender heart, I did the exact opposite. I gathered him up, easing him back into my arms, lifting him off the camel, then shucking us to the side. My back thudded into the camel as he flip-flopped into my lap. And he was a lapful make no mistake. He wasn’t a tiny twink of a man. He just wasn’t as burly as me.
“My ass is going to get cold,” he told me as I gently pressed his head to my shoulder. Knowing we would get chilly soon, icy cold ground against cinderblock wasn’t exactly cozy and warm, I pawed around in a box of picnic supplies from last year’s fireman’s cookout on the courthouse yard. I tugged a big tablecloth free, tucked the flocked backside around us, and cradled him close.
“I need to say something,” I stated as he nestled into my chest, his long legs out, his bare bum now covered from the cold cement floor. “There’s an elephant we need to discuss.”
“I didn’t see an elephant. I did see the donkey, the sheep, and, of course, the camel.”
