Page 56 of Big Britches
The trust between them had begun early on and organically, so much so that they had never used a condom. Titus had been abstinent since Violet’s diagnosis, and she’d been the only person he’d ever had sex with. Pedro hadn't been with anyone since arriving in the States, when he’d been subject to multiple immigration vaccinations and STD screenings. The two men may have had vastly different backgrounds, but both had returned to the comforts of solo satisfaction in their times of transition.
Their appetites were healthy, to say the least.
Titus entered Pedro as easily as his finger, only there was so much more of him–thicker, stretching wider, probing deeper, filling Pedro with an almost profound sense of satisfaction, like gaining an appendage he never knew was absent.
Titus pulled him closer, interlocking their bodies like the pieces of a flesh puzzle. He reached around and grabbed Pedro’s cock, tugging and stroking it.
“My God. You always feel so incredible,” Titus said. “It’s like–I don’t know–a religious experience.”
“Let’s go with spiritual awakening.”
“Yeah. No.” Titus purred, nibbling on Pedro’s neck and shoulder. “A carnal awakening.”
“Even better, but stop.” Pedro removed Titus’s hand from his cock. “You’re gonna make me come. Roll with me.”
He reached around and rolled them both, pulling Titus on top of him. He was now face down with Titus’s full weight, pressing him into the mattress.
“Wait. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Pedro pushed up with surprising strength and Titus, yielding to the move, did the same, never once breaking their connection. Titus began a slow grind from behind, squeezing at Pedro’s ass cheeks, prying them apart more, like the segments of a tangerine. Pedro met each of Titus’s deep plunges with a reverse thrust of his own.
“You won’t,” Pedro answered. “Está bien. Ahora, fóllame como a un animal.”
He chose the words strategically, hoping Titus would pick up on at least two of them. But Titus was too pleased with the position switch to acknowledge. His speed and rhythm increased, driving harder into Pedro, instinctively understanding the request.
They kept this going until Pedro sensed Titus was near climax. He lifted, straightening. Titus rose with him. Pedro reached over his head, curling his fingers at the damp hair at Titus’s neck. Titus wrapped his arms around Pedro’s mid-section, still grinding, but slower. They were once again spoons, only on their knees and vertical. Titus’s hand crept down Pedro’s belly.
Pedro stayed it. “Not yet. I want you deeper.”
Titus gave a breathy chuckle. “I don’t know if that’s possible.”
“It is.” Pedro dismounted, turned, and lay on his back. He lifted his right leg with the ease of a dancer, placing it on Titus’s chest for support. Titus shifted slightly, straddling Pedro’s other leg, pressing him wider.
“You’re sure?” Titus asked.
“I’ve never been more sure about anything.” Pedro said, echoing Titus’s previous words and guiding him back in. “Hazme correrme de esta manera.”
“What does that mean?”
Pedro reached for Titus’s hands, interlacing his fingers and pulling him down. “It means make me come this way.”
Gravity assisted as Titus pressed forward into a push-up position. Pedro’s foot glided up Titus’s chest and past his shoulder, forcing him into an upright split. Titus pinned Pedro to the mattress, spreading his arms wide as well. Pedro grunted.
“I’m gonna stop.”
“No. Please don’t. Harder. Like before.”
Pedro’s legs and arms were fixed, so he used the only muscle he had complete control of. He squeezed Titus’s cock tight, watching his hovering lover’s eyes roll white as he did so. The grind resumed, Titus working toward his previous momentum. They were both sweating now, groins crashing closer, scissored and interlocking. Pedro almost felt as if they were merged, Titus’s low hangers meshing with his own, the flesh down there hot, moist, uniform.
“Oh, God. I’m gonna come,” Titus said, relentlessly pounding now. “I’m gonna fill you up.”
“Yes, YES. I want it. I want it all. Give it to me Big T.”
Titus seized and, for a brief second, Pedro felt him even more deeply. Then came the warmth, exploding inside him like a supernova, flooding him with sweet heat. He came too, reflexively, hot torrents spilling over his stomach and down his left hip. Whether Titus knew this yet was uncertain, as he was caught in his own repetitive spasm, chanting “fuckyeah, fuckyeah, fuckyeah,” with every thrust, pounding Pedro into oblivion while he finished unloading.
So good, Pedro thought. So good.
Their movement inevitably tapered. Titus, panting, leaned in for a kiss, spreading Pedro just a tad more. “You bring out the beast in me,” he whispered.