Doug was surprised to feel Brad hoist all 170 pounds of him straight up into the air, with perfect control and with no visible strain. His feet just lightly left the ground. His inner thighs fell right into place around Brad's obliques. And his ball sack pushed up against Brad's upper abs.
Without taking his eyes from Doug's face, Brad walked him to the wall and pushed his back up hard against it. Doug felt the wind shoot out of his lungs; his whole body tensed and relaxed again.
"Look at me, Doug."
Doug looked at him, into his dark brown eyes. His hands were on Brad's biceps. They felt like round stones.
"It's going to happen, Doug."
"What?" He was embarrassed; he felt totally vulnerable. He was sure Brad could hear that slight crack in his voice.
"I'm going to fuck you." And almost with perfect ease, he dug his hands into Doug's butt and lifted him up about an inch or two away from his torso. Doug floated there, his back against the smooth surface of the wall, as if on a lever. The only parts of Doug's body that touched Brad were his hands, holding his biceps, and the tip of his dick, pressed against Brad's stomach.
Doug flinched. "Don't move your arms, Doug. Leave 'em," said Brad. Doug grabbed on harder. And Brad lowered him a notch.
"It's gonna happen now, Doug. There's nothing you can do about it, even if you wanted to." Brad's upper thighs were solid muscle. His feet dug down on to the floor, intent on what he was doing next.
And poor Doug, his heart raced. He couldn't think, and he started to breathe very deeply now. His eyes widened as he looked directly into Brad's eyes, and oop, he felt himself lowered yet another inch. The subtle drop marked itself in the pit of Doug's stomach. Doug's legs quivered, and he felt the tip of his dick slide down against Brad's fuzzy, hard treasure trail.
"You ready baby?"
Doug, astonished, allowed his head to dip faintly forward.
Pop, there it was, right up against his asshole, just a tiny bit inside. Brad's thick cock, pointing straight, hard as could be, pressed up on Brad's door.
"Open up, Doug"
"Wha-"
"Open up." Brad said confidently, without any doubt. Doug stared at Brad, locked in eye contact. He noticed that spit gathered under his tongue and formed a puddle behind his bottom teeth.
"Right now, breath. I'm waiting for you..." Something about the way Brad said that released all the endorphins from Doug's spine. "That's it..." His voice, those words made Doug wild. His ass relaxed. A sigh came out of his mouth in fright and excitement, a high pitch, and Brad simultaneously lowered Doug all the way down on to his cock. While Brad entered him, Doug heard his own sigh settle into a low, guttural moan of long relief, from the throat, a moan of unbearable pleasure.
Their foreheads met. As Brad began to rotate his hips and slide in and out of Doug, they steadied the motion using their heads to stabilize their upper bodies. Brad's feet and legs held them up. Their medium-long hair (for guys) mixed together in the front in a strident blend of straight bright blonde and dark black waves.
"How does that feel, baby?"
"I- you have me, man. I can't see straight."
"Your ass feels so good."
"Aw, jeze. Brad. My balls feel all funny." Doug's legs, not Brad's, started to shake. They were shaking by themselves.
"Look down Doug."
"Hm?" He lifted his forehead from Brad's, and looked into his eyes.
"Look down at yourself."
For a second, Doug was intensely curious. What's happening about his dick that he needs to see? So he lowered his chin and looked down. There was his cock, like he had never seen it before. Totally, totally hard, throbbing and bouncing and twitching between his own solid abs and the black line of hair on Brad's pale white skin.
They fucked. It was almost like Doug was getting ready to cry or something from the sounds he was making, breathing in and moaning, in awe of what was happening to his body. But Brad soothed him and kissed him hard, and lowered him down.
They made out standing up and shifted to the blanket on the floor. Brad knew he wanted Doug to land on the pillows so his ass would still be up in the air. And of course that's what happened. Brad took a second to look down at how fine Doug looked, how athletic and masculine and sweet. Then he lowered himself down, and pinned his hands on the floor just under the pit of Doug's arms. His dick felt heavy and thick, hanging between his thighs, ready for more of Doug. Brad lightly touched his lips on Doug's, raised his body into a push up position and started to fuck him again. Hard.
But it was still slow and Doug was amazed at how deliberate Brad was, how he didn't doubt for a second that Brad was completely in control and totally comfortable. This turned him on in a psychological way, not just physically.
"I feel it going... up... my... spine."
"I know babe."
"You're pushing all the way up me."
"I'm gonna hit your spot soon."
Doug could not believe there was something else to hit. Brad changed the angle a little and fucked some more, then changed again, and fucked some more.
"Where are you?" Brad asked, but he knew. He knew he was only putting about three quarters of his thick 9" dick in. He stopped, went still, and locked Doug in.
"Here you go, babe." And he pushed all the rest of his cock in, right on target. Doug squirmed, but couldn't move out of Brad's powerful hold. He felt a pressure in him, a button pushed so deeply that he almost wanted it to stop. At first, Brad didn't move. He wanted Doug to feel him entirely. But then Brad suddenly pulled back and thrusted forward, right on the button again. And again. Hard. Again. Again. Again. Doug's eyes misted over, a tear fell out, his eyes widened. Doug decided to look down again, and he saw Brad fucking him. He saw Brad's dick going in and out of his butt. That was it. His dick just... overflowed. No pulsing, just a spilling over, cum came rolling out of his hard dick and down his shaft on to his dark blonde pubic hair. Doug stopped breathing, like the quiet just before the storm hits.
"Doug, you're gonna cum now," Brad told him. Bam. It hit. Doug groaned and yelled as the orgasms began, pumping more cum out, clenching his balls, flexing his abs. His quads trembled in his legs. His eyes rolled into the back of his head.
Brad felt the muscles of Doug's ass strain and tighten involuntarily around his dick, squeezing for Brad's cum to pour out. But Brad waited until Doug's spasms subsided. He waited. And when Doug's eyes focused again on his, he slowly pulled his dick out, stood on to his knees, and took the condom off his dick. He wrapped his beautiful hand around Doug's neck, saw that he was silently crying real tears now, and pulled Doug's whole head directly up to his crotch.
"Open up."
Doug did. And Brad rested his dick inside Doug's mouth, which closed around him, and came. Doug gagged and coughed and cried some more tears; he drooled spit and Brad's cum. But he didn't pull away. He wanted Brad's dick in his mouth the whole time he came. He looked up at Brad's chest and his face. He grabbed on to his own dick and felt a new wave of contractions come upon him, and he came some more himself. He had never cum a second time so quickly in his life.
They kissed again, and Brad scooped along side of Doug. They laughed and kissed some more. They showered together and talked and drank some water. They got into bed and held each other all night long. Neither one wanted to let go at any point.