Suddenly, I became aware of the heat between us. I'd already lost my day-long battle from getting an erection. But now my engorged cock was lying on his stomach. Then I felt a warmth and stirring behind me. I turned to look. It was his cock, filling with blood, pulsing, arching its way towards my ass crack. I looked at his beautiful face below and leaned to touch it, to finish the massage. As I did so, his cock pressed hard against my butt. The blood rushed into my groin and I began to sway. Attempting to steady myself, I cupped his face with my hands. I rubbed his strong cheekbones gently with my trembling thumbs. He raised his hand, placed it on my shoulder, and slowly opened his eyes. Through our eyes, the windows to our souls, it all was conveyed--the complete truth.

"Come here," he whispered. I bent my face down to him. My ass pushed back against his cock, almost seeming to cradle it. My own tool, roaring hard, was sandwiched between our warm, moist, lotion-lubricated stomachs. We kissed deeply. My tongue met his. I held his head in my hands like the sacred object it was. I felt the roughness from the day's growth of his beard. "My God," I thought. "This is what it's like to kiss a man, to experience him with all my senses."
I tightened my arms and legs around him and was as content as I had ever hoped to be. We were woven together, and then I reached for the bottle of lotion and squeezed some in my hand.
I moved backwards between his legs and lifted them over my shoulders. I smeared the lotion on his ass and then popped a finger inside. My finger moved deeper inside him until it pressed upon his prostate.

"Do it. I've wanted it for so long," he confessed at last. I gripped my Ronnie and lined it up to plug his anxious hole. Then I eased closer into him. I felt his butt open up and then stretch wide as the head of my cock pushed through. In a startled reflex, my arms closed tightly around him. We froze in a gentle embrace until I could relax. Gradually, more and more of my cock penetrated him.

Our lovemaking progressed by slow degrees, and as our movements became more pronounced, I reached down and grabbed his rampant cock encircling it. I jerked his cock with a passion, all the while driving more deeply into him. We rapidly approached the moment of mutual release. Our bodies glistened with sweat and our breathing had turned to panting. When the action of my hand on his cock became more frenetic, I knew from his guttural moans that he was on the brink of orgasm.

"I could do this all night, but I want to cum!" he gasped.

"Shit, man, we can do it all night! Nobody says you have to only cum once a day. Let it go!"

He was so close to blowing his own wad, but he turned his attention to me, wanting to bring me over the top with him. He reached back and felt my shaft sliding in and out his chute. He slid his hand down and cupped my balls. With his thumb, he pressed firmly where the spongy underside of my cock met his dancing nut sack. His whole body tensed and froze. He uttered no sound, inhaled no breath, and made no movement.