became red.

Phil slowed down, withdrew himself and lay flat on his back on the bed with his massive purple headed cock sticking proudly straight up into the air.

"Sit on it, John," he said hoarsely.

John threw one leg over Phil's sweating torso and lowered himself ont Phil's cock until he ended up with his arse on Phil's thighs and his hands on his chest playing with his erect nipples. He began moving up and down, faster and faster, riding Phil like a stallion. Every now and again John would give his own hard cock a few tugs before stopping with fear of coming before Phil was ready.

Soon Phil was lifting his arse and John clear off the bed and they both knew it was nearly time.

"Harder, harder, faster, faster. Give it to me." John yelled and with one final push Phil jammed himself hard into John's hole and pumped his mammoth load into the condom. John grabbed his own cock and fisted furiously until great streams of hot, sticky cum spewed, for the second time, over Phil's chest and belly until he finally collapsed on top of him in an exhausted heap.

Phil’s arms came round his back and held him tight as the two boys bathed in the glow of their shattering climax.

Phil and John maintained their interest in the opposite sex although Phil never did realise his ambition, to fuck his girlfriend in the arse. However, it didn't seem to matter any more as, when the mood took them, which was reasonably often, they would lock the doors, pull down the blinds and fuck the living daylights out of one another with as much enthusiasm as the, never to be forgotten, first time. Never again did they play cards for money.