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

and off his body, Marek nearly came undone just gazing upon the sight before his eyes. He enjoyed a repeat feast of golden skin, lightly haired legs, flat stomach, wide chest, sleekly constructed arms, and a long, beautiful cock that bowed upward from a thatch of dark hair. “You have the most amazing body.” Staring at Colin, Marek unzipped his own pants and pushed them down to his knees, shifting from one side to the other to get them the rest of the way off, leaving him nude. “My legs go weak just looking at you.”

Colin ran his hand down Marek's stomach to his cock, and Marek sucked in his breath, feeling the slight contact all the way down to his toes. Looking up, Marek watched a little smile turn the edge of Colin's mouth. “Your perfection makes me nervous.” His fingers drifted off Marek's erection and onto his own as red slashed across his cheeks. “But excited too.”

“Not even close to perfect.” Marek couldn't look Colin in the eyes, not without spilling every secret in his soul. He grabbed Colin's hips and rolled him over in a rush, needing his ass. “I wish I was.” Marek licked two fingers and pressed the heel of his other hand to one of Colin's ass cheeks, holding the taut flesh aside and revealing the tightly shut hole. “For you.” The words slipped out just as Marek rubbed his digits over Colin's rosy pucker. He barely let Colin become accustomed to the contact and then forced one finger through the resistance of the powerful little muscle to the other side. Colin gasped at the invasion, and his steaming, damp channel rippled all up and down Marek's finger. Needing his own oblivion before he lost his mind, Marek quickly pushed a second finger in and buried them both in Colin's ass as far as they would go.

Colin's passage squeezed tightly all around Marek's digits, searing his skin. “Oh, God.” Colin groaned and pushed the side of his face into the pillow, but he bumped his buttocks upward, wiggling himself back on the repeated slide of Marek's fingers into his ass.

Marek grew painfully erect, and with every second he watched himself finger-fuck Colin in the ass, he only got harder. “Do you need more than a couple fingers and lube to let my cock inside?” His voice was rough, his prick projected straight out, heavy, thickly veined, and dark with blood. Withdrawing his fingers, Marek couldn't wait and slicked up his cock with lube. Fuck, I need to take this man again. He pushed Colin's legs wider apart and lay down between his spread thighs. “Tell me now if you do.”

“No. I want it.” Colin's voice sounded as stripped bare as Marek felt. “Fuck me, Marek.” Colin even reached back and held himself open, offering his reddened bud. “Now.”

Jesus fuck. Marek held himself upright with one hand planted on the bed. His other shook a little as he wrapped it around the base of his prick and guided himself to Colin's asshole. With one strong push, Marek broke through and buried his cock inside Colin's ass.

Colin's hands slipped away from his buttocks and spread wide across the bed. “Ohhh…” He convulsed at first full penetration, and his rectum closed in a suffocating hold around Marek's dick.

White fire burned a blaze right through the length of Marek's body, starting and ending in the blinding pleasure found in Colin's hot, snug ass. Needing more connection, more touching, more ties, Marek covered Colin's arms with his and tucked them, tangled together, under the other man's body, sandwiched between the bed and his chest. Marek held Colin fused to him in the trap of his arms, covered him completely, and rocked forward with force, driving his cock deep into the man's scorching channel.

Colin cried out and dug his fingers into Marek's hands, begging for more. Marek held him tighter, pounding his hips in an unforgiving pace and fury, spiraling to a place of unparalleled need. He took Colin's passage in fast, rough slides, and he bit and licked the man's head, uncaring that he got a mouthful of hair. He would take anything, before it became too late; he delved down to the curve of Colin's neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent. The body beneath him was a solid wall of straining muscles, heaving for every breath. Colin struggled to push his ass up to receive every thrust of Marek's cock. All of it combined to attack Marek's discipline and will and had his balls pulling up hard with the need to come.

Turning his head on the pillow, Colin brushed his cheek against Marek's. “So good.” His voice was breathless but full of want and lust. “You feel so good.” His words snaked into Marek and shoved him, full body, toward coming.

Marek bit his lip, drawing blood as he tried to stave off release. “No. Fuck. Fuck.” He slammed into Colin's chute one more time, tucking into the farthest reaches, and locked his body completely still, fighting the inevitable. “Too fast.”

Colin untangled one of his hands and delved it into Marek's hair, holding their faces close. He pressed his mouth to Marek's jaw. “Want it. Give it to me.” He flicked his tongue against the edge of Marek's lips.

That one small motion triggered the end. Marek groaned low and needful; his cock swelled almost unbearably and pulsed, unloading jet after jet of semen into the tight confines of Colin's ass. Colin jerked, but his channel didn't contract on Marek's cock, so he knew the other man hadn't yet come.

Marek shifted them to their sides in a rush and slipped one hand down Colin's abdomen, while still keeping himself embedded in his body. He took Colin's erection in hand and fisted his velvety-hard length in tight, fast strokes, to Colin's moaning delight.

Colin tilted his head back on Marek's shoulder and pumped his prick through the snug grip of Marek's fingers, searching for his orgasm. His hand slid down and back,