I stood on tiptoes and trembled.

“Hmmm, fruity oil”, he said, looking up.

“It’s virgin,” I said and we both cracked up.

He tipped me, back down, onto the bed, straddled me and put his hands around our cocks and squeezed, released and gabbed one in each hand and worked them beautifully. I ran my hands over his neck and chest. I thrust my hips up and turned him beside me. We held and worked each others cocks and our mouths locked together.

“Kneel”, he said, “on the edge of the bed.”

I did. He stood behind me and ran a hand between my legs and up and down my cock, squeezing and working the ooze he produced over the head.

“Lube,” he said.

I stretched out, with his hand still massaging my cock, found the lube and passed it back to him. He pried the cap open with his teeth, working my cock as he did so and then I felt his lubed fingers knocking on heaven’s door. I let him play, and then I swung around grabbed his cock and said. “I want to fuck YOU!”

“Well, you can”, he said, “but I’m first.”

“I’ll wrestle you for it,” I said.

“Done!”

He flung himself forward on top of me and pinned me to the bed.

“Wait”, I said. “I've got to grease you in case I win.”

“I’ll win,” he said.

“Nevertheless!’” I replied and squeezed a dollop of lube across my fingers, slid my hand between his yielding cheeks, and prepared him. He rolled beside me and we greased and finger fucked each other while we sucked tongues. He suddenly moved swiftly on top of me and pinned me down. Taken by surprise, he amazed me further by rising onto his knees and rapidly getting an arm under each of my knees and forcing them up onto my chest, pinning me helpless and leaning in so that his cock pressed into my arse. He rubbed it against me, smiling down.

“So!” He chuckled in triumph, “How do you want this?”

“Let me kneel again.”

He stood at the bottom of the bed and I knelt. His hands went to my hips and I reached behind me to guide him in. He rested there briefly and then gently moved forward. Rested, and then forward again. Opening me further. Oh! That first adjustment, searing and yet exquisite. Surrendering. Again he rested, readjusted his hands on my hips and began to move in closer.

“Yes”, I said. And he gave me another inch. I breathed and released and he pulled me back to him as he pushed into me. I gasped. He held me tight. He buried himself in me, arched his back and shuddered as he drove the last of himself deeper. Turning my head I caught site of us in the mirror. This magnificent man, every muscle aglow and pulsing as he moved his hands over my back and up to my shoulders gripping them and sliding back down again. He held me by the hips again, withdrew to his head and then drove all the way into me. I flung my head up and howled like a wolf.

Back, he withdrew, and then plunged into me again. I pressed back against him and felt him deep inside me. His fever was up now and he rode me faster