Dreaming in Color by Cameron Dane (autobiographies to read .TXT) 📕

into his lubed passage, not stopping until only the circular base marked a bull's-eye on his ass. Now, standing in front of Marek, Colin knew he was no lothario. He had no idea how he'd even gotten his shoes and shirt off without visibly shaking all over and giving himself away.

Why did I do this? He's going to laugh.

Chewing on his cheek, Colin finished lowering his zipper and wiggled his jeans to the floor, leaving him in a pair of small, white briefs. His dick pushed half-hard against the fabric, as it had done since he had eased the butt plug into his rectum. Colin stiffened to full arousal as he imagined Marek removing the toy and replacing it with his cock. He chanced a glance at Marek but could not read the granite-hard lines mapping the man's shadowed face.

If he laughs, at least he won't be sad.

Turning away, Colin squeezed his eyes shut and shoved his underwear down his legs in one move, his channel clenching as tightly as needed to hold the plug in, purely on fear.

Marek made a strangled noise behind him then uttered, “Holy shit. You weren't lying.”

“No.” Colin chuckled, but it came out more like a trill. “Be hard for me to fake it when I undressed.”

A rough, big palm caressed across his ass cheeks, and Colin trembled. Pressure settled against the base of the plug and nudged it against his filled hole, reviving the nerve endings in his chute. Colin locked his legs and breathed through the small movement.

Heat snaked along the lines of Colin's backside, and a moment later, Marek's lips brushed a kiss over his bare hip. Colin opened his eyes, looked down, and saw Marek's knees spread on either side of his feet.

God, he's so close. I'm afraid to move. All Colin could do was will himself to stand as still as possible and feel.

Marek's mouth stayed right on Colin's skin, spreading warmth to every molecule in his body. “You like having something inside you?” he asked. He licked Colin's flesh and, at the same time, slowly withdrew the toy, screamed lines of pleasure over Colin's anal walls, and stretched his entrance with renewed thickness. “In your ass?” Marek left just the tip of the plug resting inside Colin's anus, tormenting him with the tease of more. “In your mouth?”

The toy eased back in, and Colin whimpered. “Yes.” Unable to hold to his wish, Colin shook all over, and his rigid, blood-filled cock leaked drops of precum onto the floor. He lifted his hand from his side and ran his fingers through Marek's hair, needing a place to hold. Marek worked the silicone in Colin's ass with full, measured strokes, giving Colin what he wanted, but not what he needed.

Colin clenched his fingers in Marek's hair. His head fell back, and his channel quivered with another full penetration of the plug. “I couldn't wait to go to sleep.” Colin exhaled, trying to regain control, but his mouth and heart raced at speeds he could not catch. “You stuffed my ass and mouth full with you every night in my dreams.”

“Jesus.” Marek dragged his teeth over Colin's leg, marking his skin with angry lines of red as he spun Colin around. He looked up and flicked his tongue across the slit on Colin's cock. “Maybe it's time I said thank you for the gift.” He pushed Colin's prick up flat against his stomach and licked a line all the way up the underside, from root to tip, then took the head past his lips and sucked.

Colin immediately went up in flames. “Ohhh shittt…” He stumbled backward and grabbed the banister, sinking his trimmed fingernails into the unforgiving wood with all of his might. Oh fuck. His cock had forgotten what a blowjob felt like. Every ounce of blood shot right to his penis, making Colin fucking hard and thick and barely able to think. He looked down at Marek, and he was so goddamned aroused his eyes hazed the image of Marek's lips wrapped around his dick.

“Suck me,” Colin begged. Marek picked up the pace, twisting his lips and mouth all around Colin's erection and taking more of his length with every deep drag. “Oh yeah…” Colin bit his lip and pumped his hips into Marek's face. “Just like that.”

Marek still held a hand over the plug in Colin's ass, and he circled it again, working the walls of Colin's channel into a frenzy. Between the mouth on his cock and the toy in his butt, Colin didn't know whether he was coming or going. He gyrated his entire body as if a thousand fingers danced over his bare skin, and he fought the sensation that his insides were going to implode. Too quickly, Colin tipped dangerously close to the edge of the cliff. As if he knew, Marek yanked the plug out of Colin's passage and shoved his fingers inside, going deep once and then right for his kill spot. He wrapped his other hand around the base of Colin's cock in a vise-tight hold, rolled the head around in the wet cavern of his mouth with his tongue, and swiped the tips of two fingers over Colin's prostate, slamming Colin right into orgasm.

Colin threw back his head, his spine bowed under the heightened torment, and he roared to the rafters while shooting line after line of cum deep into Marek's mouth. His chute contracted all around Marek's fingers in rippling waves, and every muscle in his body tensed with acute, nearly perfect pleasure.

Before the final ebb receded, Colin knocked Marek's fingers out of his asshole, pulled his cock from between the man's lips, and dropped to his knees. His eyes found the spark of blue in Marek's, and the other man's labored breathing matched Colin's inability to return to a place of normal. Staring, almost doing combat without touching, they grabbed each other's faces in rough, painful holds, coming at each other like a couple of starved animals. Colin slashed