Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Taron knew what to do without being asked. Pain in his side be damned, he pulled out his fingers, and instantly plugged the twitching hole with his cock. His mind was fogged with excitement, but he still didn’t want to hurt Colin. When he hesitated, Colin pressed down, taking Taron’s cock all the way to the base.
The moment Taron’s balls aligned with Colin’s hole, the boy shifted on top of him, to support most of his weight on the front of his feet. His eyes were open, but they seemed so out of focus Taron grabbed Colin’s hips to steady him. In this position, he could see it all—the pink flush on Colin’s lean chest, his golden body hair, and the gorgeous cock that at this point was so engorged it seemed it might burst at any moment.
Colin groaned and rested one hand on Taron’s chest before grabbing his cock to give it a steady pump. “I want your cum inside me.”
It was the mirror image of Taron’s own wishes, so he nodded with his lips parted and slid his hands across Colin’s flushed stomach. The ache in his side became more irritating but he ignored it when Colin’s body clamped down around his dick. He wanted to thrust with his hips and give Colin what he wanted, but Colin stopped him with a confident gesture. Their eyes met in a moment of meaningful silence, and Colin didn’t even need to say it for Taron to understand. Colin didn’t want Taron to hurt himself any further, and he would take the lead.
Never looking away, he moved his hips up and down. He started out slowly but built up the pace and milked Taron’s cock with extra squeezes of his sphincter. When his face contorted in ecstasy, he was beauty personified, and if Taron had done art, he’d have wanted to sculpt him just the way he was in that moment.
There was something so naked in the way Colin gave in to pleasure when they were together that it suggested things Taron didn’t want to project onto him. As good as the sex was, Colin was still an unwilling captive, getting his pleasure however he could in the absence of other people.
But oh, he was so magnificent in the way he wasn’t ashamed or afraid of anything. Unlike any of Taron’s other lovers, Colin was a hundred percent there with him. The head of Colin’s cock emerged from his fist over and over as he furiously jerked off, moving his hand between the tip of his dick and balls, which slapped against it each time.
The red flush on his chest, neck, and face was getting darker, his breathing more shallow, but Colin kept watching Taron, his gaze just as hypnotic as the image of his tight ass swallowing Taron’s cock whole. His eyes were so enticing Taron almost missed seeing that beautiful cock spurt cum, but when he felt the droplets on his chest and chin, he looked down to admire the red cockhead dripping seed. Colin was barely catching his breath by the time he was done coming, but he never stopped riding Taron, going for it like a pro.
Just the sight of him so naked, so dirty, and yet so stunning, had Taron make those last few thrusts himself despite the pain in his side. He pushed his cock in as far as it would go, and let it nestle there with a groan when his balls tightened. When Colin tried to pull up in a daze, Taron tugged his hips back down. Pumping cum into Colin was his whole world, and he could hardly breathe when he thought about making Colin his on some primal level that defied sanity.
Warm hands rubbed Taron’s chest as he came down from the peak of ecstasy, but when he finally opened his eyes, he realized Colin was rubbing his own cum in, as if he too wanted to mark Taron with his scent.
Seconds passed before Colin lay next to him, his one leg and arm slung across Taron’s body while they both rested. In the silence broken only by ragged breathing, Colin played with Taron’s chest hair, and once again it seemed there was something on his mind that he wasn’t sure he should say. Taron could recognize the signs by now—the firm set to Colin’s lips, his gaze becoming stern for no reason, and the unusually dense silence.
They cuddled up under the comforter until even their feet weren’t cold anymore. When a total of five purring furballs decided to join them, Taron was sure they wouldn’t be cold tonight.
“What is it?” he whispered, unsure he could stand the dense silence anymore.
Colin flinched, as if he’d been caught doing something illicit, but in the end he rested his head on Taron’s shoulder. “I was just thinking that this whole thing is so... comfortable. I haven’t shaved my body in over a month, I’m not taking showers twice a day or preparing before sex in any way. I thought I would mind but I don’t. And I don’t think you do either.”