“It’s weird isn’t it?”
For a moment or two he didn’t move, instead he just laid there, his arm resting across the
rippling belly of his man, of his lover. How good it felt to feel those muscles shake and
tremble each time his arm moved just a fraction of an inch even, knowing that it desired him
almost as much as its owner did. He couldn't feel any better even though every part of his body
ached and groaned from the experience. Hell he could still feel the emptiness in his rectum from
where Dakota’s cock had briefly filled. Just thinking that brought up the clearest image of
that hot thick pulsing pole and he could feel his tongue licking at his lips as he wondered how
it would feel to ride that pole again, knowing his body was unable to move and yet the desire
was there, just as fervent as before, if not more so. He had a taste of it and as much as the
pain continued to roll deep inside of him, he wanted to feel it again and for longer and deeper
than before.
His eyes flashed and he knew that Dakota could read his thoughts, knew that the hot stud next
to him desired him as much and that he was willing to oblige but that he too couldn’t move,
that all their energy had been spent and was still not yet returned. If this wasn’t love then
he didn’t know if he could survive love because he had given this his all and had barely
survived it. The pain was so intense inside of him and yet it didn’t hurt like he had thought,
at least not in the way he had thought. In some ways it had hurt more but in a weird sort of way
that made him happy, made him want to feel it over and over again. His body trembled with the
notion of once more rising up, of once more straddling Dakota’s long lithe body and of taking
that massive organ deep inside; but as much as he wanted it, he knew that he just didn’t have
the strength to even lift his head up.
“Kind of, in a good way though…”
“Yeah, I never, I mean I want you so much but… I am wasted man, you totally were awesome
Noah, I mean…”
