"Good?" he whispered, halting his thrusting.
"No…. harder." Patrick pleaded.
"If I go any harder I'm gunna cum too soon." He explained, resuming his pounding.
"That's fine with me…. Joe…" Patrick pulled away, causing Joe to groan with the loss of heat and tightness around his dick. "you don't have to worry that we won't do it anymore if you cum too soon. We're alone." He paused.
"Not quite." Came a low grumble from outside the door.
Both of them jumping, they looked over in time to see Biaggio walk through the open door. At this time, they were all so used to seeing each other doing anything and everything, that they no longer worried about grossing each other out. Studying Biaggio's face, Joe noticed him glancing down at Patrick's huge cock poking out the front of his shorts. The back of Patrick's shorts was pulled down only far enough to make it easy for Joe to enter him. Still, the front of his shorts was down far enough that his entire package was on display. Unlike Patrick though, Joe was completely naked. Biaggio opened his mouth to say something, then shook his head.
"What?" Patrick asked, glancing down at his uncut dick then back to Biaggio's face.
"You're big dude." He said, then froze with his face turning dark with embarrassment.
"Ha!" Joe barked, then frowned as Patrick glared at him.
"Look…you can join us if you want." Patrick offered.
"No…that's OK. I'm not gay." He said quickly.
"Dude!" Patrick said exasperated, "you don't have to be gay to enjoy sex from another dude."
"I know…" he said quickly, "but all the same…I don't wanna mess around with you" he said, then almost so quiet, it was clear Biaggio hoped they wouldn't hear it. "at the moment."
Turned on, Joe took hold of Patrick's hips again and pushed inside. Letting out a yelp of surprise, Patrick glanced back at him. Shrugging, he increased his efforts. Shaking his head, Biaggio walked into the small area where the kitchen was. Grabbing an apple, he raised it to his lips and took a bite. Turning, he stood and watched them going at it for a few moments. Joe noticed the back of Patrick's neck turning red as Biaggio's lips pursed, clearly trying not to smile. Joe didn't know why, but he pounded even harder. Still chewing on his apple, he walked back toward them and paused at the door. Feeling so close, his movements began to become erratic. He lost it as Biaggio gave them a wink and walked out the door.
Grunting, Joe slowed as he came down from his orgasm. Shaking with pleasure his knees became wobbly and he fell back onto the bottom bunk of the bed. His cock slipped out as Patrick took a step forward and turned to face him. Eyeing him, Patrick shoved his shorts down to the floor. Coming forward, he crawled atop the bed and then onto him. The sweatiness of their bodies made it easy for him to slide from Joe's belly until he came to a halt with his cock directly over his face. Reaching down, Patrick roughly gripped his hair and pulled his head up.
He barely had time to open his mouth before Patrick's uncut cock was hitting the back of his throat. Coughing, he tried to work his tongue around head, but there wasn't enough room inside. Pulling back, he pushed himself onto his knees and scooted forward a bit more until his sweaty nuts hung over his mouth. Eagerly, he licked and sucked at the sac. Patrick moaned loudly, pumping his shaft a couple of times. Releasing his hair, Joe's head dropped to the mattress. Wanting to play with his foreskin, Joe lifted his arm and placed it below Patrick's bellybutton and pushed him back.
"Wanna suck on your hood…" he mumbled, already lifting his head and poking out his tongue.
"You like my big cock in your mouth…don't you?" he growled, his face turning red with excitement.
Joe nodded eagerly, his tongue slipping between the extra skin and the head of his dick. Swirling his tongue around it, he finished by dipping it quickly into his piss slit. Shaking, Patrick lifted his head and looked up at the underside of the top bunk. Smiling around the meat in his mouth, he knew just how to drive him crazy. Already, he felt blood rushing back into his own cock below. Shifting to the side, Patrick almost slipped off his body as he reached toward the end of the bed. A moment later, Joe's vision was obscured when a dirty pair of Patrick's briefs landed on his face. Joe inhaled deeply, intoxicated by the aroma of his boyfriends' crotch.
"You like that, don't you?" Patrick asked softly, leaning down to his ear.
"Yeah…" he moaned, taking another deep breath.
"I'm gunna fuck you." Patrick hissed, nipping at his earlobe. "Right fucking now."
Suddenly, Joe froze. A thick cloud of fear washed over him. The way Patrick was talking was turning him on more than he cared to admit. Still, he knew that no amount of lust would be able to protect him from the pain that would come from a huge tool fitting into such a tiny space. He wanted to do this for him…for his boyfriend. As if hearing the internal monologue, Patrick pulled the dirty pair of briefs off of his face. Lowering himself, Patrick covered his entire body until they were face to face.
"Joe?" he said softly.
"I'm scared." He admitted, but felt better for saying it out loud.
"I'll go slow. I promise…but I'm just so hard." He kissed his cheek, grinding into him.
"Promise?" he shook.
"I love you Joe…" he breathed, lifting his head and staring into his eyes.
Joe blinked, but couldn't bring himself to say it back. Feeling ashamed, he looked away. Patrick reached up and clamped down on his chin and pulled it back straight. Smiling softly, Patrick seemed to understand his reluctance. The weight on his heart eased and he was able to smile up at him. As if rewarding him for his understanding, he lifted his head and kissed him hard on the lips. Breathing heavily, he nudged his head to the side again and went for his ear.
He hissed with pleasure as the snuffling turned into the tongue tickling the inside. Moaning loudly, he turned his head the other way. Reaching his hand out, he patted the bed a bit before he found the discarded briefs. Smiling, he lifted them and dropped them back over his face. As he inhaled sharply, he heard Patrick chuckle. In the back of his head, he knew this kind of a kink should be disgusting…but just the scent of Patrick's odor made him want to cum.
"What is it that turns you on about that…tell me…while I prepare you." He heard, as a tongue flicked over his left nipple.
"God…" he mumbled.
"What do you smell?" he licked his right nipple.
"Your nut sweat…" he hissed as there was a nip at the bud.
"Want me to lick your pits?"
"Yes…" he said, though it wasn't as much as a turn on for him as it was for Patrick.
After another quick nip, Patrick slid his tongue to the side toward his shoulder. Automatically, Joe lifted his arm for him. Hot breath pressed against the depression as it was replaced by wetness. Hearing Patrick moaning as he sucked at the hairs, he smirked into the dirty briefs that covered his face. Instead of going over to the opposite pit, the bed shifted as Patrick kissed just below his bellybutton. The fear of what was to come had made him soft, but changed as his entire dick was engulfed in Patrick's hot mouth.
"You're so good at that...yeah….that's it…suck my cock." he said, suddenly feeling aggressive.
"Just wait until I shove my dick up your ass…it's gunna hurt so good." Patrick teased, pulling his member.
"Get your mouth back on my dick…I wanna hear you choke." He growled, thrusting his hips into the air.
He gave a cry as he went down on him, actually able to get the entire length inside. There was some coughing as he felt Patrick trying to suck up his nut sac into his mouth.
"Yeah…I can smell your cock Patrick…it makes me so hard…" he mumbled, lost in the pleasure of inhaling the garment.
Slowly, Patrick pulled back and licked his way down the shaft. Taking a few moments to lick his sac, he continued below. Joe felt his hips rise into the air a bit. The tongue pushed at the lump of nerves that pumped blood into his cock. Not wasting time, his hips were lifted even higher. Almost upside down, he felt his cheeks pulled apart. A thumb gently pressed at his puckered opening before it was replaced by a tongue. Forcing its way inside, the tongue swirled around the opening. Shuddering, he tried to push his ass higher into the air, wanting Patrick do more. He was rewarded as the fingers pulled harder on each of his cheeks.
"Oh fuck…" he moaned pitilessly as it dipped even deeper.
"Feel good baby?" Patrick mumbled, reaching around his thigh to grip his cock.
"Yes…" he breathed, then jumped as the hand wrapped around his shaft and pumped it furiously.
Patrick didn't let up with his jerking, instead going faster. Joe felt his pulse rise as the tongue pulled back and a finger completely entered his hole. Breathing faster, he could just fell the digit press against his prostate. The bundle of nerves tightened as second finger joined the first. Joe felt his orgasm approaching with lightning speed. Then, Patrick released his hold on his dick. Both fingers pulled away from the lump. Groaning with frustration, he attempted to reach up and jerk his own dick.
"Get your hand away from there." Patrick ordered, slapping it away.
"Jesus…come on." He pleaded.
"Gunna loosen you up Joe…" is all he said before a third finger stretched his ass out a bit more.
He hissed, but could feel the barest touch against that special spot. Joe didn't know how long Patrick worked on him, but it was starting to feel good. There was a sound of footsteps close by. After a pause, he heard a chuckle. Ignoring what he knew was Biaggio, he sucked another whiff of taint from the briefs. Not able to hear everything, he could make out some soft words passed between his two friends.
"What's on his face?" came the startled sound.
"My dirty briefs." Patrick said, not bothering to lower his voice.
"Mind your own business." Joe barked, which caused a couple of chuckles.
Then the tongue pushed back into him, causing him to groan. The footsteps receded toward the kitchen area. Though this felt awesome, he didn't wanna lose his cherry with Biaggio as an audience. That didn't seem to matter as the sound of feet came close, then altered and disappeared off to the right. Knowing Biaggio was gone, he relaxed a bit. Putting more effort into his work, Patrick's movements became hurried.
"I think your ready Joe." Patrick said, his voice quivering with excitement.
"I trust you Patrick…go for it." He allowed, actually not as scared as he thought he'd be.
"I'll go slow. If it hurts too much…tell me and I'll work on you again…" Patrick lowered Joe's hips to the bed.
The bed bounced around a few times before he felt a pillow placed just under his ass. Before doing anything else, Joe reached up and pulled the briefs off his face. Sitting on his haunches, Patrick watched as he flung it off to the side. Making to scoot forward, Patrick halted as he raised his hand. They were motionless for a while. Lowering his gaze, he eyed the thick tool that would soon be inside him. Smiling, he watched as it twitched with every heartbeat. Even as he continued to stare at it, the size increased so much that the foreskin rolled back below the gland.
Smiling, he looked back up and gave him a single nod. Grunting, Patrick pushed onto his knees and then fell forward unexpectedly. Surprised, he was suddenly looking directly into his eyes. Leaning down, Patrick pressed their lips together. He opened his mouth and allowed the tongue inside. They rocked back and forth a bit before he finally pushed Patrick up and off him.
Patrick ducked down and pushed his tongue back into his hole. He moaned with pleasure, happy it still felt strong enough to override the panic in his chest. Giving his thigh a pat, he straightened and tilted his hips downward. He watched as Patrick spat into his crack and pointed his cock at the target. Joe gasped as he felt the large head slide between his cheeks before coming to rest at the rim. Breathing hard, he reached up intertwined the fingers on his left hand with the fingers on Patrick's right one. Squeezing tightly, he felt tension press at him.
Slowly, he felt it push into the rim. He let out a yell of pain, but was determined to let Patrick do him. Making to pull back, Joe held him close, wanting him to continue. Face flushed, he halted and again began to push forward. It hurt worse than he thought it would. Closing his eyes, it felt like his ass was splitting apart. Then the pain receded as the head finally completely passed the rim.
"You good?" Patrick whispered, his voice shaking with suppressed energy, as if he was trying with all his might not to start pounding him right away.
"No." he croaked, but gave a weak smile.
Noticing a shadow, he peered behind Patrick. Biaggio was trying to exit without anyone noticing. Joe guessed that he had returned because of the cry of pain he let out. Patrick turned his head and looked back. Giving them both an apologetic smile, he turned and walked out the door. Turning back, Patrick started to push the rest of his dick into him. Though it hurt, Joe was relieved when he finally bottomed out, and didn't feel as much pain as before. Letting his head drop to the mattress, he looked up at the top bunk of the bed as Patrick began to pull back out.
Still going slow, Patrick began to actually fuck him. Lifting his head, he nodded that he was ready to take it faster. Smile widening, Patrick thrusted fast, but not bottoming out after every plunge. Tilting hips at a different angle, he seemed to be looking for something. Suddenly, he felt a bolt of electricity run through his body. Patrick's cock pressed at his prostate constantly with every plunge. Letting out a deep moan, he actually tried to push his ass into Patrick harder.
"Am I hitting you just right?" Patrick grinned, his speed still increasing.
"Yes…."he squeaked as the head hit it straight on.
"Your ass feels so tight…I'm getting close." He moaned, his hips moving erratically.
"Not yet…" he heard himself say.
"Let's try a different position then." He suggested, slowing down.
"Kay…just when you're about to cum I want to be on my back so I can see your face as you shoot inside me." He warned.
Patrick pulled out, leaving him feeling really empty inside. Shocked at the feeling, he looked up in alarm. Winking, he grabbed his ankles and flipped him over without the slightest warning. Face planted into the bed, he felt Patrick enter him again. Pushing his hands down, he got into the basic doggy style position. It wasn't as enjoyable as the missionary, but still good enough that he didn't mind how hard Patrick was pummeling his ass. From the sound of it, Patric liked it a lot more that the first position. Not surprised, he felt the same way.
"Here." He heard before his vision went black as the dirty briefs hung off his head.
Excitedly, he pulled it down and sniffed deeply, shuddering with satisfaction. The sounds of their banging flesh echoed around the space. He let out a cry as his prostate was hit again. Patrick chuckled as he pounded at the same spot with every thrust. As he lifted his hand and turned the underwear inside out, the pressure increased so much he felt heat and twitching from below. Shocked, he dropped the fabric and looked upside down under his body. Little spurts of white liquid was coming out of his dick. Reaching back, he felt a large wet spot on the blanket.
"I came." He blurted, completely stunned at what had happened when he hadn't been jerking his cock at all.
"No way." Patrick exclaimed in astonishment.
"Don't stop." He grunted, as Patrick leaned over and felt the bedding.
"Holy shit." He yelled in disbelief.
"Keep going." He said, wanting him to hit the spot again.
"I'm close." He almost shouted.
Before he could do anything else, Patrick pulled out all the way and gripped his hips. Joe gasped he was suddenly flung on his back. He groaned as the middle of his back pressed into the pool of his cum. Shaking, Patrick barely got his cock back into his ass. Thrusting a few more times he slowed, looking down. His face was dark red, flushed with excitement as he came to a halt.
"Do it." He said with encouragement.
But even as he said it, he felt hot liquid fill his ass. Though it was one of the strangest things he ever felt, he loved it. Eye's closing, he let out little whimpers before collapsing atop him. Body shaking violently, Patrick pushed up just a bit so their eyes met. Smiling, their lips met.
