You rock me

The muscles in his arms flex as he stretches higher and higher. As he
lifts us both, the effect is that my cock is pushed into him further and
further as my weight is taken on by him. It is a moment of exquisite
passion, for he is showing me that in this moment I am his as much as he
is mine. This act of union bringing us together defines us, now and in
some way forever. It’s as if we are rendered perfect by our intercourse,
that there is no nobler purpose for us than the one we are fulfilling –
two men making quiet but perfect love to each other. This is what we are
meant to do, what we were created to do, to celebrate life and each other
in an act of spectacular intimacy.

I start fucking the guy seriously now, thrusting deep and pulling back
then thrusting deep again. The man moans in pleasure and pushes his ass
back against me, as if wanting or needing even more of me inside him. I
plug him hard, shoving myself in as far as I can go until my crotch is
right up against him.

Unable to support both me and himself any more, the man I’m screwing lets
his torso sink back down onto the table with me on top of him. He
straightens his arms out and grips the edge of the table with both hands.
He’s lucky he’s holding on, I think, because if he wasn’t I might just
fuck him right off this table. He grunts in exertion as I continue to
make violent love to his ass.

“Oh yeah, man!” he says, “you’re fucking me so hard and so good! It
feels so fucking awesome!” His voice almost breaks he’s so excited. I
speed up my thrusting even more, but I know I couldn’t maintain this
intensity much longer. It’s intoxicating, knowing he’s here for me to
fuck, and I to fuck him. In some way, in this moment of mutual passion,
he belongs to me, and I to him. We are here for each other in this
ecstatic instant that somehow is stretching itself out for us, as if the
rules of space and time are being suspended, briefly, just for us.
My load is about to blow, but I want this feeling to go on and on, to be
unending in its brilliance. The pleasure of screwing this guy is reaching
a boiling point, and it’s unstoppable, no more preventable than waves on
the beach, or my insatiable thrusting into his butt.

Sweat drips from my forehead onto his perfect back, and the sight of it
shimmering on his beautiful musculature sends me over the top and beyond.
One man loving another, in the purest, most raw, utterly primitive yet
most exquisite way possible, this is the love we’re making. And suddenly
it was about to end. My climax roars up inside me, and I know there’s no
turning back – I’m about to see more than my sweat on his back.

My balls are churning as I pull my pulsating dick out of the guy’s ass.
With my right hand I rip the condom off, and begin to jerk myself.
One stroke is all it takes.

“Fuuuuuuuck!” I groan as the man beneath me arches his back up to meet
me. Spunk squirts out of my cock and splatters beautifully all over my
partner’s back.

“Oh, yeah!” he says, “I feel your fuckin’ power, man, you’re the fuckin’
hottest fuck I’ve ever had!”
“Holy shiiiit!” I say as my orgasm pounds through me, making my muscles
tense and contract as if from physical blows. “Uuuungghh!”
“Yeah, man, that’s it, that’s fuckin’ it!” the guy I fucked says as I
ride the wave of ecstasy on top of him.

Finally I collapse on him, and he groans appreciatively as my breathing
gradually slows down. When I completely recover, I take a long, deep
breath and let it out slowly.

“You’re a fucking stud, dude,” he whispers up to me.
“Turn over on your back,” I tell him, and he obeys silently. I hike his
legs up onto my shoulders, and am surprised at the grinning face looking
up at me. He’s younger than I imagined – mid-twenties instead of
mid-thirties.

And he’s hot – damn hot!

“We’re not done yet,” I say as I grab his nice hard cock.
“Fuck yeah, man!” he says and rolls his head back as I start jerking him
off. “That’s fuckin’ awesome!”

“Yeah?” I ask, shoving three of my fingers into his tight asshole.
“How’s this?”
“Oh shit, dude, you fuckin’ rock me!” he said, and a second later, his
chest is covered with his come as much as his back is covered with my
sweat. His dick feels like a fucking steel rod in my fist as it squirts
its liquid ecstasy out into the world.

“AAAaaawwwooohhhhhhffuuckinnnnshiiiiiit…!” he trails off as his orgasm
peaks, climaxes, and fades into after-glow.
“Wow,” I say after a few minutes.
“You said it,” says the guy beneath me. “I’m done for a while.”

We disentangle ourselves and get down off the table.

“Ow,” I say. “I’m fucking sore.”
“But it was worth it,” the hot guy says.
“You know something? It was,” I tell him with a grin.
“See you later?” he asks over his shoulder as he heads for the door I
came in through.

“Yes,” I say, “count on it.” And he was gone. I consider following him,
but then look to the door on other side of the room. The unknown beckons
me, and I walk toward it, wondering what else the night has in store for
me.