"Ass...so soft...." Peter murmured as if he was hypnotized.
Brandon purred and twisted in his hands.
"Ok..." Peter's voice was a whisper.
"Yesssss...." Brandon hissed, leaping off Peter and rushing to his own nightstand.
He pulled a tube of astroglide from his drawer and hastily pulled off his hat and shirt. Kicking off his shorts he swaggered back towards Peter, slim boner bobbing before him.
Squeezing a dollop of gel out he reached behind himself pressing a generous dollop into his asshole.
As Brandon slid onto the bed Peter shucked off his short quickly, moving almost mechanically. He reached down coating Peter's aching a hardon in a sense layer of lubricating gel before rolling onto all fours. He spread his knees apart and pressed his face down into the bed. Reaching back with both hands he spread his cheeks wide exposing a small pink target for Peter's desire.
Peter stared down palming the heart shaped bottom with one hand. His other hand guided his drooling cock head to Brandon's rear entrance. He pressed it against the boys hole, hesitant to go that final mile. The choice was taken away though as Brandon pushed backwards, impaling himself on Peter's cockhead.
Both boys let out long low moans. Peter's hands found Brandon's hips and he held them tight not letting him back up on it any further. The feeling of just the helmet tip of his cock slipping past Brandon's ass ring was intoxicating. It was massaging his cock in a way he'd never imagined. He allowed himself to sink in another inch, then another. Slowly he pushed himself all the way in, feeling the tight rubbery ring of Brandon's asshole squeezing the base of his cock. The feeling of their balls brushing together even made him shiver.
Slowly he pulled himself all the way out, his cock springing back to smack his abdomen with a wet slap. Lowering it again, this time he sank forward in one smooth motion, from tip to base one one thrust. His movements became more primal now as he gave in completely to the sensory overload. He slammed forward again and again, gripping and pulling back on Brandon's hips. Each time the wet "slap" of their balls colliding was echoed by a girlish moan from Brandon.
Peter reached down, grabbing a handful of
blonde hair and using it as a rein. He'd never be this bold with a girl, but he felt so in control. Brandon seemed to love it, gurgling in delight and trying to push his ass back even further.
It wouldn't be long now. Peter felt his balls begin to tighten readying to dump their contents. He was about to ask Brandon where he wanted it, until he realized it didn't matter where Brandon wanted it, but where Peter decided to give it.
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