“Don’t.” Ruben squeezed his arm and stroked the golden fluff there.
Andy turned back to him. “I wanna see. Let me see you.”
Ruben shook his head. “I don’t need it. I can see you without it. I see you everywhere, anyway.”
In the dark, his eyes couldn’t deceive him.
A wet, open-mouthed kiss and Ruben turned the lights off again, blinded by the blackness till his eyes adjusted again.
In the dark they were the same color.
“I can see you now. Leave ’em off. Let me see you like this.” Ruben ran rough hands over the smooth skin, kneading and tugging and mapping Andy’s creamy muscle in the shadows.
In the dark, he could trust his instincts and his emotions.
Naked together in those crazy sheets, they finally met each other without any walls or hiding places left.
Andy slid down his body, rubbing his face against Ruben like an animal marking territory. After drying off, his fresh-baked scent was faint. “Can I suck it?”
“You can—” Ruben’s voice came out broken and husky. “You can do anything you want to me,” he said and hoped that was true.
Without any preamble, Andy pulled his hard dick forward and then closed his mouth on the end.
Not questioning the impulse, Ruben found his fingers scratching Andy’s scalp quickly….
Good boss.
Andy groaned and choked on the intruder.
Ruben reached down, running his fingers over Andy’s face and square jaw, tracing them lightly as Andy gagged and slobbered over Ruben’s meat.
Eat that dick.
Gradually, Ruben’s foreskin worked itself back without any help from Andy. The stiffness and the wet pressure gripping him allowed the silky membrane to retract gradually and naturally until his square knob drilled into Andy’s throat.
Andy choked. “Sorry.” He coughed and wiped his wet mouth. His predatory hunger had taken a new form.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be so rough.”
Apparently Andy disagreed. He pushed himself back down onto Ruben’s hardness until he coughed and choked again.
“Careful, man. I’m not really built for that.” Ruben shrugged. “Wide and flat. Foreskin’s sensitive. When I was a kid, someone at the beach called me a dogdick because of it. I popped him in the eye, and he never did it again. After that I always kept it skinned back behind the head in the locker room.”
Andy did just that. Pulling it at an angle that felt strange and rough.
Ruben’s cock didn’t mind at all.
Andy milked it again, forcing a blob of moisture out and then smearing it onto the head with his thumb.
Ruben grunted.
“Too much.”
Headshake. “Nowhere near.”
Andy milked the dark foreskin again, obviously fascinated by the way it hugged the hardness. Another drop of precum. He swiped it with his thumb, brought it to his mouth, and sucked the drop off with an impish grin.
“Ungh.” Ruben shook his head at the sight of Andy enjoying his juice so openly. “There’s more. Plenty.”
“I bet.” Andy squeezed Ruben’s erection and licked underneath again, tasting it.
Easier in the dark, definitely.
Baby steps.
He rocked back and dropped his head toward Andy’s knees. He reached for Andy’s boner and let it slip easily between his fingers, petting the stiffness and polishing the cap. “Gimme a sec.” Not committing, but getting a handle on things.
Andy groaned and sucked the head of his cock back into his mouth.
Ruben bent and licked the underside as he had before, using his tongue to dig for that salty tang, then closing his mouth over it.
Andy sat up. “Teeth, man.”
“Sorry.”
Learning curve.
He opened his mouth wide and let Andy sink into his face. Exactly what it felt like. Andy pushing inside of him until it punched something in his throat that made him cough. He pulled off and satisfied himself with long, wet licks that made Andy’s dick stiffen and jerk in his fist. Andy’s fresh scent was strongest here.
Down below, Andy was sucking hard at him, letting Ruben’s knob soak until it choked him.
Ruben sucked on Andy’s sack gently. And licked the satiny slope of his thighs again until they fell open. Taking two handfuls of Andy’s backside, he pressed closer. Ruben rolled his face against Andy’s buttery muscle, pushing down past the thigh to the crack beyond, smearing his own saliva across his cheek.
Ruben’s breath hitched in his throat, and his hands shook with undirected tension. That strange smoothness in Andy’s flesh was making him crazy, making him frantic.
Andy whimpered and gagged and then pulled off his dick entirely. “Aw, Ruben….” he whispered. His hard shaft throbbed and bumped damp against Ruben’s collarbone.
But Ruben had no intention of stopping. He drilled into the slick iris and chewed at the surrounding skin, pulling it wider with his fingers. He massaged the heavy hamstrings and that meaty, perfect jock ass with his hands, gripping and squeezing the glutes hard enough to leave marks while his mouth made mush out of Andy’s hole.
“Ruben… Rube!
Ohmyfuck
—”
Ruben’s tongue slipped inside, right inside, and Andy arched hard, rising up onto his knees with a surprised yelp. “Ruh—!”
“’Cause you’re dirtier than I am, aren’t you?” Ruben grunted and licked again, a fat swipe of his tongue over Andy’s taint. “All your apple-pie crap is for show. Fucking frat. Black-tie bullshit.”
Andy grunted.
“You’re a fucking pig. Right? Beautiful pig.” Ruben inhaled his scent and bit at his thigh. Reaching for the lube, he pumped too much into his hand and worked it inside, one silky fingerful at a time. He fed grease into Andy’s entrance, then smeared the extra across his crown. Part of him wanted to turn on the lights so he could see, but the other part of him had no trouble staying hidden, out of sight and going out of his mind.
A low chuckle drifted down to him. “Busted.”
Andy didn’t feel anything like a woman. Everything about him seemed male, from the swells of muscle to the faint hairs dusting them to the square hands that clutched at Ruben with a serious grip. Just ’cause men and women shared some bits, a dude was simply a different animal. Even sprawled on his back, Andy exuded strength. He’d submitted to Ruben’s lust by choice. Somehow a coiled danger snaked between them. Not violence, but the real possibility of being overpowered, of rules broken. Scary and exhilarating.
“C’mon, fucker.”
Ruben panted and laughed. “Yeah?” For once in his life he didn’t have to curb his desire or his roughness. Andy could take it. Andy could take anything he could dish out and wanted to give it right back. Both of them strong enough for anything.
Andy growled and arched his back, riding Ruben’s erection with his own.
Ruben’s grip left wide handprints on Andy’s flawless skin. Was he being too rough?
Andy clawed at him, mashing their torsos together and scraping his fuzz against Ruben’s chest hard enough to leave a mark.
Apparently not.
Andy shuddered and grinned. Apparently barbarian sex suited him just fine. The push-pull of rough fucking didn’t scare him in the least. He was as strong as Ruben.
Without thinking he swatted at Andy’s face and laughed. Andy laughed back and arched up, expanding his ribs, as he closed his mouth over Ruben’s ear.
Ruben froze. The sloshy suction, the seashell roar of Andy licking at him there, deprived him of his senses, and he stopped worrying about anyone getting hurt. Something inside him gave way, a restraint he’d never acknowledged during sex. Andy took anything he could dish out and more. Ruben had been with kinky women, rough women, crazy women, always holding back.
Andy ground back harder and shivered under his hand. Anyone who said that fucking a guy was the same as a chick obviously spoke from zero experience. A man was something else entirely.
“Give it up.” Ruben pushed inside.
Andy’s eyes widened sharply, then relaxed as the width breached him.
Ruben paused, then asked a question with his eyes that Andy answered with a positive grunt and a nod. “Let me stick my fat dick in you, huh?”
Another inch. Ruben ran a hand over those small nipples, so different than a woman’s. He kept watching Andy’s face, trying to gauge his reactions.
Andy squirmed his hips closer and his stomach tightened. “
Yuh
.”
He pushed inexorably into the spit-wet constriction. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“No. Shh.” Andy licked his lips and gasped again. “You won’t. Agh!”
“Hold on.” Ruben blinked.
“No. It’s not hurt. It’s… I dunno. Weird. Hard. Great.” His greasy boner had softened.
Ruben worked a little further inside the greasy muscle, inch by punishing inch. “Don’t fight me. Give all that up.” He’d never felt anything so tight around his cock. “You want all of it.” Telling, not asking.
Andy swallowed and opened his mouth wide to gasp. “Go. Go.” His skin had gone slippery with sweat. He panted and stretched his mouth wide at something happening inside of him. “Jesus, are you in there. Oh Rube. Fuck.” His eyes glittered with tears.
Ruben nodded. Planted deep, his cock felt as if it had been welded into place. “One sec.” Uncontrollably, his hips drove a millimeter deeper.
“Agh.” Andy smiled. “You okay?”
Ruben nodded again. “Scared.”
“Don’t be. Huh?” Andy ran his hands over Ruben’s face, touching him carefully. “Try me. Do it.”
Ruben braced his hands against the underside of Andy’s hamstrings and slid out a bit. Gingerly he pushed back.
Andy grunted and nodded encouragement. “Yuh.”
Ruben pulled out a little further and slid back home.
“Unph.” Andy’s eyes rolled back. “Again.” Spit shone on his cheek.
Braver, Ruben slid his thickness about halfway out and then drilled it straight back inside, mashing his pubic bone close until their hips socketed together.
Andy smiled. “You see?”
Ruben repeated the stroke,
in-out
, then held again.
“C’mon.” Andy clawed at his back, but even the scratches felt delicious, marking him as Andy’s property. Stud bull.
Ruben curled closer to him, rubbing their rough faces together, and skewered him again.
In-out.
He cupped Andy against his chest. “Good?”
A sigh. “Ungh. That.” Andy hunched back and grappled with him. He muttered something inaudible.
Ruben pulled back a mite and then bent his knees for a better angle to cram his full fat length into the strangling heat. “You’re taking my dick so good.” Anyone who said assfucking was unnatural obviously hadn’t done it.
Andy panted and his ass squeezed the full thick length. His fingers stroked at Ruben’s tight, hairy sack and then snuck around most of his broad back to pull them closer together.
“I’m finally fucking you. God.” They fit together like something broken and mended.
“I know.
Grah
. You’re nailing me, man.” Andy flexed and bucked under his churning hips. “The hell?” His cock regained a lazy stiffness. His lanky muscles bunched, and his breath became a low rumble. His floppy hair was a sweaty tangle, and his stubble tickled Ruben’s unshaven throat. Hair and spit and a lazy power always on the verge of breaking loose.
“Yeah, man. Yeah.” Andy urged and nodded, then nodded again and licked his lips feverishly. “Yeah.”
Ruben held his breath. “Look at me. Don’t look away.” A soft, salty kiss while his hips hammered relentlessly.
Andy squinted but did exactly that, staring back with a hazy, rolling pleasure that melted Ruben. He whispered under his breath and rocked his head drunkenly.
Ruben leaned forward to hear Andy’s mumbling litany… something in Spanish. He pressed his thumb to the corner of Andy’s stretched lips.
Andy turned his head and sucked the wide pad into his mouth.
Ruben’s erection stiffened into a brutal spike. Point of no return if he didn’t get a hold of himself. How long had they been fucking? Already his balls ached and his skin prickled with blind appetite. He needed to cool off before he lost control. He wanted to make it good for Andy, to take Andy all the way over the edge before he got his. Pride? Fear? Before the warning flashes could trip his trigger, he pulled himself free and sat back on his heels. His erection bobbed damp and dark between them.
“Yeah? You like my big thing busting you open?” Playing for time, Ruben tucked his finger into the greasy slot. The light fuzz was smeared with lube and the hole loose to the touch. He’d fucked it wide open and feeling the proof made his dick ache. Without asking permission he lunged forward and drove his full length back into Andy hard enough to make them both call out.
Andy’s half-lidded eyes looked stunned and stupid, drunk on whatever raunchy miracle was happening inside of him.
“That good? Filthy fucker. You can’t stop me.”
Andy’s voice shook with the pounding. “Duh-on’t wanna.” He gasped, and his eyes flashed with fear, but he looked plenty pleased with the prospect.
“Stuck. You’re not going any-fucking-where.” He chewed on Andy’s wet hair and sucked the tangy sweat out of it. “Right where you are, you belong.”
Andy’s cock slid against his belly and hip, occasionally squashed by the collisions. His blue-gray eyes barely open, his pink tongue licking and licking again nervously at his lips.
“Nailed down. Huh?”
Andy nodded. “Juh.” His eyes shut, and his mouth opened to gasp at some sensation. He winced and panted.
Ruben’s hard thrusts punctuated the words. “You corrupted me. And now you gotta take. Every fucking inch.”
Andy nodded slightly. His mouth was open and drool fell from his lips to the sheet.
Ruben wanted to mark him, paint him with scent and seed.
Pintón
. “I’m gonna put all my sauce right in you.”
Andy nodded.
“All my fucking juice. In there, man.”
Andy reached down and felt the junction where the meat went into him. “Jesus.” His eyes got wide.
Ruben fell forward over Andy and scrubbed their sweaty chests together, drilling into him with ruthless precision.
“Jesus, Ruben. You’re gonna make me go just like that.”
Ruben nodded, his own climax boiling inside him. “Wanna wait.”
“No. No, man. I can’t.” Andy’s light eyes were wide and feverish. His boner rode the ridge under Ruben’s navel, hunching against the slick, furry abs.