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

reached out blindly and fumbled open a desk drawer. Sticking his hand inside, he felt around for the tube of lube he wanted and shoved it at Colin. “Please.” He didn't think he could stand another swipe of Colin's tongue over his bud. “Fuck me before I come again.”

Colin threw the lube on the floor and jerked Marek out of the chair, only to kick it out of the way, sending it spinning across the floor. “On your back.” Colin tripped Marek's legs out from under him and tumbled him to the floor, using his own body as a cushion for the fall. Quickly, he rolled Marek beneath him and crawled on top, pushing Marek's legs apart and settling in between them. Colin rubbed his cock over Marek's taint and balls, but pulled just shy of reaching Marek's ass. Instead, he strong-armed his upper body away from Marek, taking his dick away.

Marek whimpered at the loss, but Colin looked up into his eyes and completely took him prisoner. He scooped up the tube of lube, deposited it on Marek's chest, and said, “Slick me up and put me inside you.” Colin issued the order and held above Marek, his big hard prick poised just inches from Marek's ass.

With his hands shaking, Marek popped the lid on the lube and squeezed out a dime-size dollop of the extrathick stuff, jumping when the cool substance hit his fingers. His gaze remained trapped in Colin's hold, but Marek reached down and wrapped his lubed hand around Colin's erection, stroking him to cover his length with the stuff. Colin's mouth dropped open and he pumped his cock in the cocoon of Marek's hold, succumbing and responding in a way that settled some of Marek's nerves.

A little steadier now, Marek guided the head of Colin's cock to his asshole. He bit his lip as he alternated between staring into Colin's eyes and watching himself as he forced the tip past his tender ring and into his ass. Colin jerked and pushed in a few inches more on his own, and Marek moaned as his passage widened to accept the thicker penetration. He squeezed all around it, sucking Colin deeper inside.

Colin's arms trembled with strain as he held himself above Marek, letting only their connected cock and ass touch. “God, you're fucking tight.” Colin shook his head, as if he battled the need to let everything go and lose himself in this coupling. “Okay?”

Nodding, Marek said, “Fuck me. Give me the rest.” He wrapped his legs around Colin's backside, locked his ankles right against his ass, and forced Colin's body down, helping push Colin's cock the rest of the way inside his body.

Both men groaned as Colin sank deep into the recesses of Marek's chute, filling him to the hilt. Colin dropped to his elbows, fused their stomachs together, and started to rock his weight back and forth over Marek, sliding his prick in and out of Marek's ass.

Marek rolled his hips up to meet every measured thrust as best as he could, but he didn't dare release his hold with his legs; he crazily feared Colin would float away if he didn't tie the man to him with some kind of embrace. Slipping deeper into the fear, Marek latched onto Colin in another way, grabbing his upper arm in one hand and clutching his neck with the other. Pulling Colin's face down to his, Marek kissed, licked, and bit all over, ending at Colin's mouth. “Harder.” He knifed his hips up, tried to make the mating rougher, and stabbed his tongue against Colin's lips. “I can take it.”

Colin grabbed a fistful of Marek's hair, yanked his head back, and held it trapped against the hard floor. His eyes flashed with the deepest colors of a jungle, and he swooped down, savaging his way into Marek's mouth with teeth and force, fucking with his tongue just as he forced his dick into Marek's ass with piercing depth, drawing a sharp cry from Marek for the aggressive possession.

Reaching down and grabbing Marek's hip, holding him immobile on top and below, Colin pounded away at Marek's ass, sending his rectum into a confused state of tender discomfort; sweet, sharp pleasure; and uncontrollable, rippling spasms.

Marek welcomed and reveled in every level of sensation Colin tore out of him, letting each second seep into him and remind him he was still fully, completely alive. He loved being pressed into the hard floor and the sting tingling his scalp from Colin's fist locked in his hair. His lips were swollen, and his mouth was as abused as his ass, but Marek writhed beneath Colin and strained for even more closeness. He contracted every muscle in or around his ass, trying with everything in him to keep Colin's cock lodged deep inside his body.

“Shit…shit.” Colin suddenly stopped, his face darkened with red, and his features turned severe. “Ohhh fuck.”

Marek sensed the tension suddenly locking Colin's body tighter than the string on a bow and knew just what it meant. “Let me feel it.” He squeezed his legs, held Colin inside him, and spoke against his lips. “Come in my ass.”

Colin dipped down, bore his forehead into Marek's, trembled, and gave Marek exactly what he wanted. Tucked inside, Colin's cock swelled and then released a hot line of steamy seed into Marek's channel, painting his inner walls with cum. He pressed his lips to Marek's as he let go, holding there with hot pulses of labored breathing while succumbing to release. Warmth engulfed Marek inside and out, cloaking him in momentary safety, and he gave it up too, spending himself between the press of their stomachs and wetting them with ejaculate.

Both men lay still and silent for a long moment, their labored breathing heaving their bodies in tandem with exhaustion. Sweat stuck Colin to Marek, and Marek to the floor.

Eventually, Colin groaned and lifted his head, connecting to Marek's gaze. “Holy fucking shit. I have never had sex with anyone quite like that.”