Date: Thu, 3 Nov 2005 19:37:27 -0800 (PST)
From: Alvaro Lopez <lopezbos@yahoo.com>
Subject: Turnabout - Part II

[Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities between actual
events and the events in this story or the characters in this story are
purely coincidental. This story involves descriptions of unsafe sexual
acts between men for the purpose of erotic fantasy and is not intended to
condone such acts. If you are underage or homoerotic material is
otherwise illegal in your area, please do not continue. Author retains
copyright; do not duplicate this story without express written consent by
the author. Comments and suggestions are welcomed at lopezbos@yahoo.com]

Part II

Donny and I lay naked in the shelter a while longer, getting our bearings
and just enjoying the afternoon. The downside to sex outdoors is a lack
of showers and running water. I really needed to clean off, and the idea
of a hike back to the car with my own semen coating my chest and ab hair
wasn't appealing. Donny was the first to rise, stretching that beautiful
body in front of me. I lay back and enjoyed the view. He clasped his
hands and stretched his arms over his head, accentuating his rippled
torso and showing off his nice arms. He turned his back to me and started
to slip on his jeans.

With any other man, this would be a sign of modesty, but for Donny it was
flirting. He knew I loved the curve of his ass, especially when I could
see his nice sac and pendulous cock just past it. He wiggled his hips
into his jeans, filling them out nicely. I watched as he put his t-shirt
back on, tucking it in at the waist with a casual motion and turned to
face me. He shot me that smile again, this time dropping his chin nearly
to his chest and cocking his head to one side. Damn.

I reluctantly got up and pulled on my clothes. They were covered with
dirt and dust from the shelter floor, and a few wet spots to boot. I
looked like shit. When I put my legs into my jeans, my sore ass protested
the movement. It would be a long walk back. Right now I just wanted a
shower and a beer. I buttoned up my shirt and dusted myself off as best I
could.

"The bridge is over this way" said Donny, heading out of the shelter.

"Whoa man, let's head back. I need to get this dirt out of my hair." I
didn't want to say `and after the pounding you just gave my ass, I'll
be damned if I'm going to stroll around the woods.'

"Suit yourself, but the cars are closer this way" he said smiling.
"And I think you look hot all grungy."

"I may look hot, but I feel like I've got dirt everywhere. Next time
let's remember a blanket, eh?"

Donny stopped in his tracks and turned to me, his face serious. "You
mean it?" he said intensely.

"Mean what? The blanket?" I asked, focusing on getting a twig out of my
hair.

"You said `next time' Did you mean that? Don't just be nice to me
now, tell me the truth."

My mouth literally hung open. This had to be the most insecure man on the
face of the earth. He had a body like Adonis, a cock that would satisfy a
mare, and the cutest damned face, yet he still thought he had to impress
me. "Donny" I started, trying to pick my words carefully, "you know I
don't meet guys all that often, and usually it's for coffee and lunch.
I'd never have done what we did if I didn't at least hope for a `next
time.' I'm hoping you'll want a next time too."

He let out a long breath. "Thanks" he said simply, "I just wanted to
be sure. I know you have more, um, experience than I do, and then after
everything I just did, well, I thought maybe you were reconsidering. I
mean I understand if you did, I was a real prick there."

I shook my head in disbelief and ignored the pun. "If I told you that I
just had one of the most erotic sexual experiences of my life, would you
believe me?"

"No"

"But I did. And it's more than just what we did and what roles we
played out. I know neither of us was planning this, and I know both of us
will be second-guessing what we just did, but right now, right this
minute, I feel like I've set a new standard.  Maybe for you it was just
average, but not for me."

Donny blushed, then his eyes got wide, "Average? I can't begin to
explain what I'm feeling right now, but I'm partly pissed. I wanted to
just finally know what it felt like to touch another man, just touch, and
know that he wanted to touch me back. That's all, just get past that one
thing. Instead I let myself get totally carried away. But I'm happy that
I let myself get carried away, especially with you, but I'm scared now,
scared of what I'm feeling right now."

"I know it's confusing Donny, I've been there too. I know what you're
feeling." I wanted to hug him, to tell him it was going to be OK, but I
knew it wouldn't help him, and it might make him feel worse. I
remembered my first time, the feelings of recrimination, guilt,
confusion. I wanted to erase the experience and pretend it hadn't
happened and go back to men only in fantasies. I remember the feeling of
crossing the Rubicon and desperately wanting to go back, yet knowing even
then that I wouldn't.

"You don't have a fucking clue what I'm feeling" he said evenly, the
tension returning.  "I don't hate myself or you, I don't feel guilty
or ashamed, even though I expected to. I feel like I did when we walked
into the woods, only more. I feel like this has always been like this,
like we've done this before, that I know your body, your likes, your
dislikes. I feel like we fit together, and I don't mean physically."

I had no idea what to say. I had been ready for the reaction of massive
guilt, but not this. His words made me realize that I'd felt different
too, not just physically. Was I in love with him? I didn't know if I
was, nor had it even crossed my mind that the possibility was out there.
We were two mostly happily married guys with straight lives and straight
rules. I didn't know what to call what I was feeling, but I wasn't
ready to call it love. It was definitely extraordinary, the feeling that
we had always been like this, that sex between us was the natural state
of affairs. It hadn't felt like the first time, it felt practiced,
refined, practically artistic.  But this had been our first time, and
more importantly, his first time ever. How infinitely confusing for him
to feel this way!

"I feel it too" I said, then realizing how he might interpret that,
quickly added, "like we've done this before, and I don't mean just on
line."  His features softened a bit, then got serious again. I added a
caveat: "I've never felt that way before, it's kind of unnerving for
me too."

"This is going to sound all wrong" he looked at the ground as he spoke,
"but it just felt so, so normal." I nodded in agreement, and he
continued, a little defensively: "I don't think I'm gay."

I realized that the comment stung me in a weird way.  "Well you sure as
hell didn't behave like a straight guy a few minutes ago." My voice was
a little harsher than I'd planned.

"Look," he said quickly, "I'm just saying how I feel. I was ready to
feel weird and freaked out, I wasn't ready to feel like this. This is
totally fucked up." He shoved his hands in his pockets and shook his
head.

I thought that the definition of awkward was when you had sex with a guy
you really weren't all that into and realized as the heat of passion
passed that you'd made one huge mistake and now had to extricate
yourself from his presence without looking like you were running for the
door. That was just mildly awkward compared to this. I had no idea what
to say or what to do. Reality was colliding with fantasy and my train was
way off the tracks. I'd come to this meeting hoping to get maybe a hand
job from a hot guy, and instead I was walking out of the woods with a
load of his seed. That alone was enough to freak me out past the point of
rational thought.

"Let's walk" I said, hoping to figure something out. How exactly did I
feel about him? Until an hour ago he was just an acquaintance, mostly
on-line, mostly erotic, but marginal. We both signed off after sex, never
really talking about what came next. I never seriously considered Donny
as the elusive regular buddy I always wanted; he was too fickle, to easy
to spook and too perfect to be satisfied with an average joe like me.
Things had obviously changed. I couldn't deny that I did feel oddly
satisfied despite the role reversal, or that the familiarity between us
was both sensual and comforting. Sure, we knew a lot about each other,
but that was in another world, the cyber world. This was reality,
Technicolor painful reality where you can't log off.

"What now?" he said, not looking at me.

I stopped walking a moment. "Beats the hell out of me" I replied
honestly.

"You're the one with all the experience." His voice wasn't bitter,
but it wasn't casual either.

The disorientation I was feeling morphed into a sudden flash of anger.
"Fuck you, man. It's not like I've ever done anything like this
before. Yeah, I've been with a few guys, but not like this." My male
ego was kicking in now, "Just because I let you top me doesn't mean I
fuck around all the time, much less on a whim, you got that?" Now the
reality was seeping into my brain, my voice got louder, "And if you lied
to me, if I get one fucking germ from you, I swear I will hunt you down.
And make no mistake, if I get something, it's from you, since I haven't
so much as touched a cock in eight fucking months."

Donny paled at this last comment. I don't know whether he thought I was
some sort of slut that went around having sex with every guy I met or if
the threat of hunting him down was scaring him. "I'm clean" he hissed,
"You better be too."

"Fuck you again" I said, getting really angry now. "For a guy who said
he wouldn't even blow me without a condom you sure as hell were quick to
throw that out the window."  Somewhere in my mind I knew that I was more
angry at myself than at him, and that the conflicting feelings I was
having were coming out as raw anger, but that was somewhere in my mind.
In the forefront I was very pissed off for what he'd done - no - for
what we'd done. My mouth ran on, unbidden: "For all I know, you fuck
every guy you meet using the same bullshit story of being a virgin and
scared shitless. I don't know shit about you, other than you unloaded in
my ass and I'm going to have to deal with that." I headed down the trail
at a good clip. Let the bastard catch up if he wanted to, or let him go
straight to hell for all I cared. The reality of what happened was
crashing in on me.

I plowed through the unused trail, scratching my arms in the process. I
didn't feel anything except rage. Ugly thoughts of what could happen
blossomed into raw anxiety, and in true male fashion, I channeled it into
anger. I didn't turn around; I didn't want to know if he was following
me. I knew that if he got too close I'd belt him one good. The damned
trail wound down deeper into the woods, coming to an abrupt end at a
shallow but impassable marsh. No wonder the trail was overgrown. There
were boulders here and there, covered with moss. Under different
circumstances, I would have attempted the tricky crossing, but I wanted
to get back to my car and out of here now. I turned around and saw an
empty trail.

The anger that had been filling my body dissipated like smoke in the
wind. Where the hell was he? All of a sudden I was worried about him. Had
he fallen? Gotten lost? This was stupid, he was a grown man who could
take care of himself. Yet my pace back up the trail was a brisk one.

At the Adirondacks there was no sign of Donny. I trudged up the trail
we'd come down, my anger slowly returning. I barely noticed the view as
the trail crested and dipped back down to join the main trail. Back on
the smoother trail I encountered a few joggers and dog walkers, but no
Donny. By this time I was drenched in sweat, my ass hurt like hell, and
my anger was still simmering. The welts and cuts on my arm were stinging,
and I was feeling less than charitable towards Donny. I couldn't wait to
get home and get into the shower.

As the parking lot came into view, a quick scan confirmed my
suspicions: The beat up mini-van was gone, an old Volvo now took it's
place. Donny had bolted, and since another car had parked there, I
assumed he'd made it back to the cars long before I did. I shook my head
and pounded on to my car. As I approached, I saw a ticket on the wiper.
Great, I thought, the perfect conclusion to this venture. A fine I'd
have to explain away. Just peachy. I grabbed it off the wiper fiercely.

On closer inspection, it wasn't a ticket. It was a trail map, the kind
that the park service provides at the trail heads. Things were looking
up, at least I wouldn't have to explain why I was in this park today,
when I should be at a conference up north. I tossed the map into the
passenger seat and fumbled around for my keys. In a moment of panic I
patted down my pockets to be sure that my wallet and keys had not fallen
out during my haste to shed my clothes, but to my extreme relief, both
were in place. I glanced over at the passenger seat and my heart skipped
a beat.

The map had flipped open as it fell, and inside was written a note: "I
won't say I'm sorry, because I'm not. Don't be pissed. Please come."
And then the reason my heart skipped: His full name and address. I jumped
out of the car to get the atlas out of the trunk, not noticing the
scrapes anymore. The idea of not going hadn't even crossed my mind. I
traced out the route from the park to his house with my finger, a few
miles, maybe ten minutes. I didn't care anymore about a shower, or about
pummeling him. This singular act of trust made everything OK.

I drove the few miles white knuckling the steering wheel. I didn't know
why I was being compelled to go, why it felt like a blinding need to see
him. It occurred to me that I wanted to verify his note. If he really
lived there, then things were different all over again. Donny had either
lied to get some space, (and after threatening him I couldn't blame him)
or he was letting me in. Either way, I had to know. I followed the wooded
lane to a mailbox with the right number on it and turned up the dirt
path. I couldn't see a house from the street, but in this area that was
normal. The driveway opened up to a modest cape, sprawling with out
buildings. I knew that Donny was a part-time mechanic, but I hadn't
realized that he was that busy at it. Five or six cars sat in the bays,
all neatly lined up and in varying stages of repair. I drove to the end
of the path and stopped. What if this wasn't his house? What possible
reason could I have to walk up to the door? I would claim stupidity and
ask for another street. When I looked up at the house, Donny was in the
doorway, smiling.

"I'm sorry" I blurted out, still a good ways from the door. He swung
the screen door open and held my gaze.

"You came" he said, his tone part surprise, part satisfaction.

"You asked me to come" I said, my voice low and gentle; the feeling of
things being right returning.  I walked into his house as any old friend
would. When he shut the door behind me, I turned and took him in my arms.

"I'm sorry" I repeated, holding him to me.

"You said that" he chuckled, wrapping his arms around my waist. He
wrinkled his nose, "You kinda reek."

My peripheral vision took in the living room; an orderly study in
colonial and utilitarian furniture. Pictures of his family decorated the
staircase wall, and the weird alternate reality I was in came crashing
into his reality. "Your wife..." I started to say.

"Won't be home until tomorrow. She's with the kids up at my in-laws'.
They're taking a long weekend up at the lake to close down the summer
house."

I smiled. "So I didn't really need to get dirt up my ass crack then did
I?"

Donny laughed, "Yes you did. I told you, you're hot when you're
grungy. Looks good on you, better than that yuppie casual crap you had
going." He pulled back from me, staring at my arms. They were scratched
pretty badly, although I forgotten about them. "Let's get you cleaned
up."

He took my hand and led me up the stairs.  He got a washcloth and wiped
down my cuts, cleaning the dirt from my arms. Without thinking about it,
I took off my shirt. Once again, that sense returned, that this was how
it always was. Donny ran the cloth under the water and proceeded to wipe
down my chest, keeping himself a few inches from me in the small
bathroom. There was an intimacy between us that surpassed the sex. Again,
without thinking, I licked my thumb and wiped a smudge off his cheek. He
looked at me and smiled, and I knew that he was feeling it again too.

"What are we going to do?" I asked, letting all the ramifications of
that question hang in the air.

Donny shrugged, "I don't know. I don't think I care either." He
continued to get the sweat and dust off me.

"You know a shower would be a whole lot easier" I said, giving him a
malicious grin.

"I can do better than that" he replied, taking me again by the hand.
This time he led me down the narrow hallway to the end of the house. His
bedroom was a large, high ceiling affair, remodeled recently. I let my
eyes wander to his queen sized bed, and made a mental note that it was
strictly off limits. This was their bed, not ours; I could never cross
that line.  He led me into a huge bathroom, part of the recent renovation
that bumped out the house. The mechanic business must be pretty good. In
the corner of the room was a massive whirlpool tub, set up on a step.

"How about a bath?" he said, kicking off his shoes. I didn't need to
be asked twice. I kicked off my own shoes and ditched my socks and pants
in short order. Donny was ahead of me, naked from the waist down, still
wearing his t-shirt. As he turned on the water and set the bath up, I
feasted on him. His catalog-perfect body made the plain old t-shirt look
like a piece of classic attire. The fact that he was naked below it just
made him look hotter, but in a perfectly natural way. I was almost sorry
when he peeled off his shirt. We stood before each other, naked for the
second time today. It would take a while for the tub to fill. Donny's
eyes met mine, and both of us took a step forward, colliding in the
middle of the room. Our lips met automatically, our bodies fitting into
each other with practiced ease.

Feeling his arms around me and his body pressed against mine, time slowed
again. My senses sharpened, taking in his scent. His intoxicating mouth
now roaming over my shoulders, tasting my skin and making the hairs on
the back of my neck stand up. I let my fingertips gently brush his skin,
raising goosebumps as I went. I could feel his erect nipples grazing my
chest, my own grazing his.  So acute were my senses that I could feel our
chest hairs interlocking and releasing as our bodies touched and pulled
with every motion. The air between us seemed to heat up, augmenting the
steam slowly filling the bathroom.

My hands traced the outline of his sides, coming to rest at last on his
hips and gently pulling him towards me. Once again his ponderous meat
rose up between my legs to caress my balls. My own cock was pressed
between our abs, getting firmly massaged with every slow erotic grind. In
this moment I wasn't thinking about sex, about who would do what to who,
or what my next move would be. I was lost in the quite stillness of the
embrace, suspended in time and existing only in this one now. Every inch
of my skin was tuned to his touch, from the palm of his hand on the small
of my back to his upper thigh gently touching mine. I could feel every
point of contact and each one separately. My lips found his again, and I
pulled him tightly into a kiss and breath-squeezing embrace.

The tub was half filled now, the sound of the faucet a deep rumble. Donny
pulled back to throw a switch and the surface erupted with bubbles and
currents. He took my hand, but it was my turn to lead the way. I stepped
into the tub, still holding his hand. He followed, allowing himself to be
drawn back to me for another lingering kiss standing in the roiling
water. We eased in, sitting side by side first. I draped by arm over his
shoulders and leaned back. The water jets were phenomenal. With our
combined mass, the level had risen nearly to capacity. Donny's hand
rested on my thigh under water, his head thrown back on my arm, reveling
in the sensation of being massaged.

Donny reached over to turn of the taps and then settled back beside me.
I could drift off to sleep right there, the warm water surging around me,
and Donny's long hard body stretched out beside mine. I snuck a peak
over at him. His eyes were closed and his face relaxed into a picture of
bliss. He seemed to sense my glance and inched closer to me, putting his
head on my shoulder in the process. I wondered absently if I reeked as
badly as he suggested and bent a little to sniff. Donny reacted to the
movement by raising his head, eyes still closed, for a kiss. I could care
less if I smelled like a goat, my lips rushed to his and my arm closed in
around him, pressing him tighter to me. We sank a little lower into the
water, our bodies drifting apart.

I moved down towards the center of the tub, the deepest point, pulling
Donny with me gently, still locked in a kiss. He rotated around, coming
to rest on top of me, chest to chest. The bubbles and jets provided an
intense vibration.  Donny swiveled at his hips and came to rest on my
upper thighs, his long legs stretching past me. His outstretched arms
embraced mine, moving him closer. I knew it was time, and I was ready.
Donny wasn't shaking now, nor was he tense. His whole body stretched out
around me, embracing me. As his legs met behind me, I reached around him
to hold him tightly, my lips on his masculine chest, kissing and
caressing him.

He arched his back for me, letting his abs rest on my body while I craned
my neck to suckle him. I absently felt his fat cock rapping at my pecs
and marveled again at it's sheer size and heft. His legs tightened
around me and I heard him moan over the rumble of the jets. I felt him
move downwards, ever so slightly, and my manhood stood ready to take him
at last. This wasn't the scenes we'd played out, full of energy and
muscle, this was a slow motion event, as if every second were being
recorded for posterity. I felt him come to rest on my erection, almost
floating on the head, held in place by his muscular cheeks. I released
his chest to find his lips, where I needed to be at that moment. As if
performing a well rehearsed play, his lips met mine hungrily as he
lowered himself on to me. I'd never done this without a condom, so the
experience was new to me too.

I felt my cock straining under the pressure of his weight, his virgin ass
not yielding. His kiss became more urgent, his hands grabbing my
shoulders. I held his hips and gently thrust upwards, providing the last
bit of energy needed to overcome his barrier. I felt the head of my cock
simultaneously peel back and penetrate his iron ring, sending a spasm of
sheer pleasure up my back. Donny grunted through the kiss and his ass
clamped down in a vice grip that sent another shockwave through me. I
froze, not wanting to hurt him, feeling his face tighten with pain. The
buoyancy of the tub made it possible for him to hold there without
straining, but the turbulence buffeting his body was being transmitted
directly through my shaft and making me yearn to be deeper.

He squeezed his legs together, once again sending a wave of pleasure
through me. He sank lower, taking more. I moaned as he repositioned that
clamping sphincter further down my pole, feeling every movement of his
body. He pulled back and groaned, forcing himself down more. I groaned
too, my foreskin stretched to capacity backwards and now pulling on my
impaled head. He eased off, and I felt instant relief. I was only
half-way in, but I could tell it hurt him. His face was contorted in
pain. He took a breath and pushed down, moving another inch. His ass
clenched even tighter, and he gasped a little, rolling his head forward
and emitting a low moan. This wasn't a pleasure moan, this was real
pain. I tried to move a bit, to see if it would help, but I could tell it
wasn't doing anything good. Donny was breathing fast now, his ass
clenching spasmodically around me, and despite that, I was losing my
erection. Seeing him in agonizing pain was deflating me badly.  I pulled
my hips back and withdrew. Donny gasped, then sighed involuntarily.
Before he had time to protest, I grabbed the back of his head and drove
him to me, taking him with a kiss.

"It's done" I said, pulling back, "No more today."

"No" said Donny, trying to get back on my cock, "you didn't...."

My hands on his hips kept him at bay. "No. I won't hurt you." I kissed
him again to underscore the point. I wanted him to remember the pleasure
of being with me, not the pain.

"But I want this" he said, but the fight was going out of him. His
shoulders sagged in despair. "I want you to have this" he whispered.

"You want to be taken" I said, my grip tightening around his waist,
"and I'm going to." I moved him back enough to make him release me
with his legs, then moved over him, bringing my tongue back into his
mouth. I had him stretched out under me now, and I felt his hard cock
swinging in the water. My hands gripped him hard, feeling his taut
muscles respond to me. Water sloshed over the side and I didn't care, I
was going to take him, but on my terms now.

I guided him under me, sliding up his chest until my now rigid member
emerged from the water, inches from his face. I pulled him down onto it,
and he eagerly took it into his hungry mouth. I rode his chest, letting
my balls glide up and down as my cock slipped in and out of his mouth. I
had a fistful of dirty blonde hair, and in the other hand his thick meat.
I matched my thrusts into his jaw with strokes. I drove my cock deep,
cutting off his air, letting him hang there, as the veins in his neck
pulsed. I was hitting new highs now, the sight of his lips bloated around
my cock, nose flaring trying to get more air before the head blocked off
his throat. His eyes sharp and focused, though tearing up. He could sever
my dick in one second, and I could choke him to death in his own bathtub.
This was mutual power.

I pulled back, my cock audibly popping from his hungry suck. It was time
for him to learn now that being a top was more than ramming a cock into a
willing ass. I moved downward swiftly, my back generating a wave that
shot across the tub and ricocheted back.  All this time I'd held his
cock with the pretense of stroking him distractedly. Now my grip had a
purpose. I aimed the head towards my abused ass and drove my hips
downward an forward, taking the head and a good quarter of it before the
pain seared up my back.

Donny's face showed sudden shock at entering. I didn't care. Things
were different now, and he would know it. He wanted to be taken as a
bottom, and so he was, I was using his body for my pleasure now. I drove
my hips down, sinking the last of his cock deep into my ass. I ground
down, feeling the satisfying fullness of his thick meat tearing my ring.
I squeezed and ground in, pivoting my hips, moving his cock inside me.
Damn it felt good. I grabbed his hair again and kissed him with furious
passion. His body relaxed under me, surrendering to being taken in a
whole new way. I thrust forward, sending his cock head right to my
prostate, and making him groan. I knew I was crushing his cock, and I
didn't care; it was my toy now.

I rode it horizontally in slow, grinding strokes that stretched and bent
him for my use. His angry cock felt hotter than the water, and the
constant motion of the jets and bubbles only added to my enjoyment. I
reached back and grabbed the base of his imprisoned member and pulled it
upwards, driving the head down inside me, hitting my button harder than I
thought possible. I groaned in pleasure, feeling my tortured ass serve as
a fulcrum for this unyielding meat. Two fingers reached back and clamped
the top of his balls tightly. Donny let out a little yip then settled
into it, wriggling his hips to give me more access. I took his hand and
guided it to my straining cock, wrapping it around me, then my hand
around his, tightly. I didn't want a soft stroke, I wanted a man to grab
my rod, to squeeze the living shit out of it, to assert his strength
until I could take no more.

Donny improvised by grabbing my balls with his other hand, a good
full-fisted grab. He pulled slowly, inexorably, making my erection even
more painful. I drove down on his cock, then thrust backward, bending him
at he base in the opposite direction and meriting another growl from him.
He kept up the steady pressure on my meat, slowly varying it with his
fingers, making my cock head swell and darken. If he'd pulled back the
protecting skin, he'd have seen a furious purple monster, one that had
only recently been inside him, yearning for release and satisfaction.

I tightened my cheeks, bouncing off his hips and pulling his cock into
me. I moved and jerked my hips in every direction, reveling in the feel
of his massive tool moving inside me. I knew that this felt better to me
than to him, as I wanted it.  I let him have a few minutes of slow
vertical rides, then as a treat, I used him to piston fuck, letting him
surge out of me at every upstroke and back in hard. The searing pain was
bringing me to a powerful orgasm, and it was time to take it. I pried his
hands off my cock and balls and held them over his head.

I moved in short thrusts along his body, my own cock and balls sliding
over his abs with every push. The angle was perfect, his body limp under
mine. I took every inch and pushed, his body arching back to resist the
weight. He started moaning and bucking, I grabbed his hair again.
"Don't you dare! I cum first." I said through clenched teeth. His eyes
snapped open and his mouth moved, but I put mine on it before he could
complain. I knew he was close, but I was too. I felt my balls start to
tighten up.

I released him and leaned far back, all the way across the tub, changing
the angle of his cock yet again. I hooked my feet under his arms, and
grabbed his legs, stretched out as flat as the contours of the bath would
allow. I knew I was there, so I clamped down for all I was worth,
stretching out further now, my abs and chest tight with the impending
orgasm. I pulled up, taking Donny with me, lifting him by his cock. As my
cock head broke the surface of the water, I pulled back the foreskin and
came. My first load shot up, arcing downward onto Donny's exposed chest.
A record shot for me. My balls bounced and surged with each spasm.
Donny's head was back up over the rim, his mouth open as I felt his cock
thrumming with his own orgasm. His hips bucked as his abs tightened under
me, lifting me out of the water and spraying my still flowing cum up onto
my chest. The combined feeling of him ejaculating and my own ass in wild
spasms was like being hit by lightning. Our tensed bodies spanned the
huge tub, held rigid by a single connection point, the focus of all our
energy. For a few excruciating moments it felt as if he were cumming
through me.

We sank back into the water slowly, easing out muscles from head to toe.
Donny moved his hips to withdraw and I tightened my sore ass. "No" I
commanded, "Leave it." His ass hit the bottom and I let my weight press
down on him. I relaxed and stretched out clenched muscles. I liked the
feel of him still bound to me; tethered to me with his own organ.

Donny laced his hands behind his head and stared at me across the water
and smiled. "Wow" he said.

"Wow" I echoed, letting my softening cock flop around the eddies.
"Only one problem."

Donny shot up an eyebrow in question.

"How the hell do we top that?"

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