mats, Scott’s abdomen.

Scott’s swift jerking, and George’s thrusting, were reaching a crescendo. George fucked Scott with vigor and wild abandon, deep fucking him with his entire meat-shaft, in cadence with Scott’s possessed jerking. Both moaned, one after the other, as if they were a singing duo, with the pleasure they were getting from Scott’s body. Heaving, thrusting, fucking, pistoning, jerking, sweating, moaning, banging, George and Scott screamed and moaned their orgasmic pleasure, closing their eyes as they approached their climax. They came at nearly the same time: George came a second sooner, erupting volleys of milky viscousness deep into Scott’s ass, each of the twelve spurts of man-juice corresponding to a loud orgasmic scream from George as he rabbit-punched into Scott’s ass, unloading his entire load deep inside Scott. Scott came a second later, screaming his appreciation, quickly followed by a bodily spasm and a volcanic eruption of cum. It spewed everywhere: all over Scott’s hands, all over Scott’s chest, neck, face and hair, all over George’s nearby chest, all over George’s shoulders. George collapsed with exhaustion, pinning Scott against the tatami mats, mashing Scott’s cum and George’s sweat between them.

George still lodged in Scott, they both heaved their post-orgasmic breaths, their moist liquids seeping between them. After a few minutes of rest, George finally dislodged himself from Scott. Scott continued to breathe heavily, lying like a landed fish on George’s floor.

“So…how do you like butt-sex?” asked George.

Scott rolled his head to the side to look at George, and in between long tired breaths, retorted, “Love it.”