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

body gyrated within the confines of his desk chair as he struggled to contain the pleasure Colin delivered with his incredible mouth and hands. The rich suede texture of the seat beneath him grazed his bare back, thighs, and buttocks. Almost accepting it like an additional caress, Marek luxuriated in the sensation. Perspiration dampened his hair and rolled down his temples, and as Marek watched Colin suck him off through lust-filled eyes, he slipped deeper into the abyss of his sexual need, not the reverse restraint he knew he needed to exhibit.

“Oh yeah.” Marek's voice was guttural, and he pumped his hips up into Colin's face, fucking the man's mouth. “Christ, you're so fucking good. Give me a finger too.” His pucker shivered as he drew his legs up and hooked them over the arms of the chair. He slid his ass to the edge of the seat, exposing himself even more. “Play with my asshole and stick one inside.”

Colin didn't even look up from his task; he just slid his hand up Marek's body, over his throat and jaw, not stopping until his fingers pushed at Marek's lips, seeking entry. Marek opened up, and Colin thrust his fingers inside, filling Marek's mouth to the throat. Grabbing hold of Colin's hand, Marek held it to his face and licked all around the digits. He suckled the tips and flicked the webbing at the base, juicing Colin's fingers up with as much saliva as he could, preparing them for a penetration he hadn't given himself in a long while.

Just when Marek's nuts tightened and he thought he might come from the combination of Colin sucking his dick and him sucking back in tandem on Colin's fingers, Colin withdrew his fingers with a distinct pop. He left a line of spittle between his hand and Marek's mouth as he reached down, tucked his finger against Marek's hole, and rubbed the small, closed bud.

Marek's passage automatically contracted, and his sphincter squeezed, withdrawing from the touch. Colin didn't force the invasion but instead moved between flicking the tiny, clenched muscle, to scraping the pad of his thumb over Marek's perineum, to pushing his fingers all the way up and down the split of Marek's ass, driving the nerves hiding within that little-played-with flesh to screaming with new life. While Colin both soothed and revved up Marek's ass for a taking, he continued to deliver long drags over the entire length of Marek's cock, making him harder than he had ever been in his life.

“Oh Jesus.” Goddamnit. Marek stared down at Colin through half-closed eyes, and he licked his own lips at the excitement of Colin's mouth surrounding his cock. His prick reared and pulsed with every pass of the other man's mouth, and he leaked a constant stream of precum down Colin's throat. He couldn't exactly see Colin playing with his taint, pucker, and crack, but he could fucking feel it, and it drove him crazy. “Push it in and make me come.”

Colin bore down with the blunt tip of his finger, and Marek jammed his hips up at the same time. With a fleeting shot of fire consuming his ring, Marek shouted loud enough to bring the roof down as Colin breached him and invaded his ass. The man barely had to get halfway inside and certainly didn't need a second finger; it was as if just the taking pushed an ignite button inside Marek and hurled him toward release. His balls sucked up out of Colin's hold, crowding right up against his body. The familiar line of buzzing raced into his belly, all the way up his spine, and shot straight to his cock. Groaning low and deep, Marek grabbed hold of Colin's hair and held the man to his crotch, keeping his lover's lips locked firmly around his dick as everything in him imploded and he spurted a load of semen into the warmth of Colin's mouth. A spasm rocked through him with each subsequent spray of seed, and his ass contracted wildly around Colin's buried finger, sucking it deeper inside. It felt like he came forever, but eventually, Marek had nothing left to give; he gave up his death grip on Colin's scalp and let his penis slide from his mouth.

Marek's rectum barely stopped rippling before Colin sent it into another shiver by withdrawing his digit…only to stretch Marek's ring wider by forcing in two. Colin quickly pulled the new thickness out, but just as fast, he slid his fingers back in and grazed right over Marek's sweet spot. Colin scissored his fingers within the snug confines of Marek's channel, slowly working him open more. Marek's ass pulsed wildly, and he bit his lip. His spent cock lay flaccid against his thigh, but his balls already started tingling again, searching for a way to physically respond once more.

Colin pressed a chaste kiss to the inside of Marek's thigh then planted another to his balls, down against his perineum, and finally against his fingers where they disappeared into Marek's anus. Staring upward, he said, “You didn't think you were gonna get a break before round two, did you?” Looking right into Marek's eyes, Colin withdrew his fingers, spit, and flicked his tongue over Marek's gaping asshole.

Marek almost flew out of the chair. He dug his fingers all the way down into the cushioning covering the seat, and he gasped and sucked on his lip as every supersensitive nerve sitting right on the line of his pucker jerked to full attention. Colin licked again, and Marek's passage squeezed, trying to grab for something as the skin on his arms and legs popped up with goose bumps all over. Drawing blood from his own lip, Marek stared, rapt, as Colin poked his tongue inside the quickly shrinking opening, swirled it all around, and probed as deep as he could go.

His face twisting as he fought off unimaginable pleasure, Marek breathed through gritted teeth. His cock spiked upright, miraculously emerging with rigidity again. He