… The Inferno
Rousing, Tintin gave a long, orgasmic stretch, tightening and then loosening the muscles of his recently invaded rectum, noting the still full feeling along with a burning that was just this side of being painful.
"Ooooh, so nice." He whispered.
"Aye, very nice." The Captain whispered back. "So, think we've had enough, ready to call it a day and return to civilization?"
Wide eyed with consternation, Tintin whipped his head up from where it had been snuggled in the hollow of the man's shoulder and regarded the Captain with surprise.
The blue eyes were crinkled with the wide smile that lit the older man's face, and they twinkled with humor.
"Archie!" Tintin protested and gave his friend a slap against a shoulder.
"Easy there, slugger. I know we ain't near done yet. Going to take some time to get this out of our system." Frowning a bit, the Captain continued. "Not sure I want to get this out of my system."
"Me either." Tintin stated fervently. "What you just did, it felt so…incredible. I…want it again, need it again." Reaching out a hand, he laid it on his friend's face, feeling the beard scratching delightfully against his palm. "Please, let's go all the way. I want to feel you inside me, become one with me. Make love to me, my friend. My Captain. My lover."
The older man's eyes became quite bright and shone with emotion. "Aye," he whispered, his gruff voice even rougher. "Aye my boy, my little lad, my lover."
Leaving the bed long enough to root around in the drawer of the battered night stand, the older man located a bottle of lubrication stored there just for its intended purpose. Returning he knelt beside the younger man. With gentle nudges he indicated for Tintin to lay on his back and both spread and lift his legs wide. As the Captain poured the lubrication into his palm, Tintin raised himself up onto his elbows and watched as his friend applied the liquid liberally to his stiffening shaft.
Reaching out a hand, Tintin began to stroke the cock, relishing the feeling of that thick, heavy member in his hand and shivering a little at imagining it sliding inside him, pushing deep, moving in and out of him. He moaned in anticipation.
"Lad, this will probably hurt a bit, might even make you bleed. We can wait, get you more prepared…"
Tintin shook his head. He was quite aware that the action of that thick and long shaft penetrating him would be painful and that his virgin ass would most likely protest at the abuse. But he wanted this so badly. And judging from the burning desire that blazed from the Captain's eyes, the older man wanted it just as much, if not more so.
"No Archie. Let's not wait. I'm tough, you know that. And if it does hurt, well, I know you don't mean to."
'Okay, but you say no and that's that. Not going to cause you pain when I want to give you pleasure."
"It will be pleasurable, I know it." Tintin affirmed.
They reached out for each other and bodies shifted as positions were adjusted. The Captain had one of his arms around Tintin's back, cradling him close, his legs to either side of Tintin's hips. Tintin had wrapped his arms and legs around the older man and was hanging on tight.
Making a last shift, the Captain took his free hand and guided himself until the tip was pressed against Tintin's swollen entrance. Pushing just the tip inside, he removed his hand and then cupped Tintin's buttock with it, raising the boy up.
For a moment they stared at each other, breathing hard, heat rising between them. "Let's do this." Tintin uttered at the same time the Captain inquired "Ready?"
They both groaned at the feeling of hot, throbbing thick shaft being enveloped by hot, tight flesh, the muscles tensing as they were stretched to the ultimate from the wide head. Those muscles relaxed once it had slid past the anal ring, pressing deeper and deeper until the cock was seated completely within, balls pressing against buttocks.
Once more they stared at each other and then as if by some unspoken signal, pulled apart until the head of the cock was once more pressing against the taut ring. Instead of withdrawing, direction was reversed until the shaft was fully engulfed.
Gradually they began to move faster, giving each other time to both get used to and savor the sensations that were soaring through both of them.
There was pain yes, from a too large cock inside a too tight ass, but there was pleasure as well. Intoxicating pleasure, incredibly amazing pleasure that was not just from the physical sensations that such actions were giving.
But from the fact that they had become one. They were lovers. Fully. Completely. Absolutely. They were holding onto each other, wrapped up in each other, melded and joined by not just bodies, but hearts and minds as well.
They stared at each other in matching expressions of adoration, no need to say anything. They had already said everything they had ever needed to say to the other over their long companionship, knew each other emotionally and psychologically so completely as to be of one mind at times.
But this was the first time they'd been of one body, moving together, guiding each other toward a shared plateau of joyful passion the likes of which neither one had ever attained.
As urges and needs began to rise up and take control, it wasn't long before they were clutching at each other with grasping hands, legs tightening in a firm grip, fingers sinking into muscles. Their hips met over and over in a heaving, thrusting force of nature. Swollen genitals were rubbed against hairy belly and buttocks were slapped by equally swollen testicles with each surge forward.
Sweat dripped from them both and the acrid smell filled the room, mingling with the heavy musk of sex and the faint, flowery scent of the lubrication.
Tintin had buried his head against the Captain's chest and swore a blue streak in every language he knew. The Captain was keeping up with him with his own particular brand of curses, a bit surprised the lad was aware of such words but then - was that really so strange? And what of it – if the lad felt the need to use every four and five letter word he knew, well…good for him. The situation certainly called for extreme responses to the extreme emotions and physical sensations they were experiencing.
A few moments more and they had moved to the point where rational thoughts ceased to exist and it was all movement, driving themselves and each other to the highest point achievable.
Cries and screams of zeal rang throughout the room, outdoing anything that had been voiced by other occupants.
The Captain released first and one grunted and the other gasped as semen burst out of one body and deep inside the other, the feeling of twitching cock inside flesh a most unique and incredible experience for the younger man. The sensation was the impetus he needed to release himself and groaned with pleasure and relief as the seed burst between them.
And then it was quiet. Both bodies rocked a little – more to give comfort than to continue the recently expelled passion. The Captain had dropped his head until he was resting against Tintin's shoulder, and Tintin had relaxed his arms and thighs, though he kept them wrapped around the older man.
As one, still one, they shifted and moved until they had unfolded from each other, but still embraced. Tired but exultant eyes gazed deeply, mouths raised in fulfilled smiles, chests filled with satisfied sighs.
Knowing they were safe and sound, they dropped into much needed sleep.
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