went under the waist of his short and settled on the blonde's cock, which responded immediately.

"Yes, I know, Mario. But what are you doing. Stop . . ."

But Mario didn't stop. He buried his face in the hollow of Jake's neck and kissed and sucked at him there. He stroked Jake's cock and fingered the bulbous knob at the end until Jake stopped fighting him and started moving his pelvis rhythmically with Mario's stroking.

Mario brought his left hand down, ran it under the rim of Jake's shorts and briefs, and pulled them down to below his butt. Then he pulled his own shorts and briefs down. He brought his hand up, spit on it a couple of times, and rubbed the saliva into and around Jake's asshole. He spat again into his own hand, and he rubbed that into the precum that was already bubbling out of his horse-hung cock. He placed the head of the cock at the asshole and just let it find its own way in, slowly at first, with a lot of objection and huffing and puffing from Jake.

But, as Jake shot off his own load down the mud-brick wall, he arched his back, lifting his pelvis against Mario, giving him wider entry. Mario's eight inches slid up into Jake, and, hands on the younger man's hips, he started pumping the blond deep. The ammunition clips and other gear attached to their belts clanked a tune as they swayed back and forth and clashed against each other.

The two moved together, in fluid motion. Jake's objections and pants and huffs had slowly changed into sighs and moans and dirty talk of being plowed deep and loving it.

At first Mario just saw this as a relief of the stress of the moment. But as the helmet of his cock was grabbed by Jake's sphincter and drawn in, Mario began to think this was almost as good as fucking Cindy. The head of his cock rubbed against Jake's prostate and the younger man shuddered and moaned. Mario's hands went to Jake's flat, hard belly and followed the hard line up his abs and to his chest, curved but flat, clefted but hard, nipples standing out taut, leaping to attention at Mari's touch. Mario, the bodybuilder, the worshiper of hard bodies, realized that this body of Jake's was even more of a turn on than the soft curves and flopping breasts of Cindy. His hands traveled down to Jake's small waist and hollowed hips and rounded, but solid butt cheeks. Down to those hard, heavily muscled thighs. His cock leapt with joy at the new-found excitement of the swaying of the hard, musk-smelling body under his command, responding to him as Cindy rarely did, and realized that this, in fact, was a whole lot sexier than fucking Cindy. Jake's ass was tighter than either Cindy's cunt or ass, and his strong canal muscles expanded and contracted, sending Mario into ecstasy and lengthening him as Cindy had never done.

Jake responded to the ever-deepening plowing and pumping by turning his face to Mario's and going into a deep, moan-filled kiss. Although he and Sue had engaged in dildo play many times before, nothing had gone to the center of him and filled him and stretched him and stirred his senses of desire as did this churning monster cock of Mario's. He got his hands down and behind Mario and dug them into his ravisher's butt cheeks, holding him in, willing him