"I've got you , baby."
Frankie buried his face in Porter's neck when
he heard Charlie chuckle. He knew his face had to be bright red. Most of the
time he loved how Porter could toss him around like a rag doll. Most of the
time. There were times like this when it was a little disconcerting.
Frankie frowned when Porter dropped to his
knees in the large shower stall. The man still had his clothes on. "Porter,
what are you—fuck!"
Frankie cried out when Porter leaned forward
and wrapped his mouth around the flared head of Frankie’s cock. His lips were
great, but his tongue was even better. Porter licked up one side of Frankie's
cock and down the other.
Frankie moaned as the man swirled his tongue
around his cock before pressing the tip into the slit in the flared head of
his shaft. It took all of Frankie's control not to thrust deep into Porter's
mouth. The suction on his cock made his toes curl. Porter's mouth tormented
Frankie, wringing searing pleasure after pleasure from his hard, aching dick
He pushed his cock to the back of Porter's
throat, waiting for his reflexive swallow to squeeze the sensitive tip before
retreating and fucking into him again. Frankie groaned as he felt the tip of
his cock hit the back of Porter's throat. He winced when he went to grab
Porter's head and pain flared up through both wrists.
Porter glared up at him before gently grabbing
Frankie's hands and placing them on his head. The man never dropped the cock
in his mouth. Frankie carefully rested his hands on Porter's head, holding him
in place as he slid slowly in and out of the sweetest mouth on the planet.
“Porter,” Frankie shouted, “don’t stop.
Please, don't stop.”
Begging was so acceptable right now.
Something possessive suddenly surged through
Frankie as he gazed down and watched his cock slide in and out of the man’s
mouth, something unlike anything he had ever experienced before. Pleasure
built inside him, pooling in his balls and drawing them tight to his body.
Frankie held Porter's head as he felt his
orgasm approach. He pumped his hips towards the man's mouth, and pumping
furiously. Frankie shouted as he came, flooding Porter's mouth with his
release.
Frankie shuddered when he looked down once he
had caught his breath. A wave of possessiveness swept through him at the sight
of Porter still kneeling between his legs. His pants were open and he was
working his cock in a furious motion.
Porter's hair wasn't long, but there was
enough for Frankie to get a small handful. He ignored the pain as he clenched
his hand into a fist and then yanked Porter's head back. His lips smothered
the question Porter was going to ask.
Frankie yelped as Porter suddenly stood up and
pinned him against the shower stall wall.
“Porter?” Frankie asked when he felt a finger
rim around his asshole. A slight pressure applied, and then Porter’s finger
pushed into him. He panted, wanting to feel more, but needing a minute to
adjust, then crying out loudly a moment later when Porter added a second
finger and then a third.
He felt so full and wonderful.
Frankie pressed his hands against the shower
wall. He heard Porter grunt right before he was flipped around and then lifted
up into the air, Porter's larger body pressing him against the shower wall.
"Legs around my waist, precious."
Frankie quickly wrapped his legs around
Porter's waist. He reached up and grabbed Porter's shoulders when he felt the
blunt head of the man’s cock pushing at his entrance.
Shivers broke out all over Frankie’s body when
Porter’s gravelly voice echoed in his ear. "Ride me, baby."
“Porter,” Frankie groaned as he started riding
Porter’s cock hard and fast. He lifted his ass higher as he shouted out his
pleasure.
Porter gripped Frankie’s ass tightly in his
hands and pounded into him. Frankie’s head fell back against the shower wall
and loud groans filled the enclosed space. Frankie wasn’t sure if they came
from him or from Porter, and he didn’t really care.
The pleasure Porter was giving him was beyond
anything he had ever experienced except when he was in this man’s arms. The
man’s cock hit Frankie’s sweet spot every time.
Frankie went crazy, crying out as his orgasm
ripped through him, pulling his balls so tight to his body as they emptied
that Frankie thought they would stay that way permanently.
That seemed to be all Porter was waiting for.
He groaned and shoved his cock deep into Frankie’s ass. He stiffened and his
cock pulsed out his release, flooding Frankie with cum.
Frankie was in awe of the pleasure clearly
displayed on Porter’s face. He couldn’t look away. He doubted there was
another soul on the earth that was as sexy as Porter when the man was aroused.
"Guess we both need a shower now."
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