Page 106 of Big Britches
They were in the shower, Pedro’s legs spread, hands on the tiled wall, Titus engulfing his smaller frame from behind. He reached around, found Pedro’s cock, and began stroking it to match his thrusts.
“Give it to me, babe.” Pedro said, panting. “I’m close too. Come for me.”
Titus buckled, grasping the moisture-slicked wall for support with one hand. “Unh, unh!” he grunted, his thrusts so intense that he was lifting Pedro to his toes with each plunge. Every morsel of heat he’d been nurturing came pouring out of him, searing streams of ecstasy.
Pedro clenched.
“Wait!” Titus said. “Don’t come yet.”
Titus pulled out, and Pedro turned to where they were facing each other. He locked his arms around Titus’s neck and raised his legs. Titus lifted and lowered him, bearing Pedro’s weight and remounting as effortlessly as getting dressed. Pedro latched his legs around Titus’s torso, accustomed and confident. Titus began the grind again, slow this time, while Pedro stroked himself. Their eyes met.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re ready to come again,” Pedro said.
Titus nodded. He was panting, eyes looking feral.
“Wait. So soon?”
“Yeah.”
“OK, then. Give me permission.”
“No.”
Titus carried Pedro over into the corner to use the wall junction for additional support. He released him against it and, once balanced and stable, he got into his groove again.
“You feel amazing, P, so hot, slick, and tight. I feel like I could do this forever. Climaxes be damned. I’ll just ride them on through to keep pleasing you.”
“I wish I had your stamina.” Pedro opened his arms, spreading them to the tiles behind him. “And your strength.”
“You do. Sometimes you’re stronger.”
“Yeah? Well, you’re testing it right now.”
“You’re kind and loving. Always thinking of others.”
“Uno Mississippi. Dos Mississippi.”
“You always see the good in people.”
“Come on and say it, Titus. Please.”
He’d released his cock, but Pedro remained on the precipice of climax, especially now, being pressed into the corner. His cock was sandwiched between them, the precum and Titus’s smooth stomach providing the perfect launching pad.
“Say what?” Titus teased.
“You know what. It’s not as good if you don’t tell me.”
“Just a few more seconds.” Titus stopped. “I have an idea. Grab that bottle of lube and squirt some onto your back.”
“What–”
“Trust me, P. I may be strong, but I need a little help.”
Pedro eyed Titus, befuddled, his orgasm briefly superseded with curiosity. He reached for the pump bottle on the neighboring soap shelf, lifted it high over his shoulder, and gave several squirts to his upper back against the joining walls.
“Unh,” Titus groaned.
“Are you OK?”