Fuck yeah... we were primed.
I squatted back down over his hairy crotch, lining myself up. Readying for that insane, pain-bliss of first penetration. Sitting back down against him....
And holy motherfucking shit.
Before I could fucking think, I had fucking slammed down. All the fucking way. His dick entirely inside me. His pubes grinding against my hairy hole.
It was a rush unlike anything... anything. We both threw back our heads in exploding gasps of breath.
And then the pain hit. I shrieked like a banshee, as that cold knife blade of pain cut through me. Every muscle in my body tensed, except for my throat, which continued to make inhuman sounds. I knew though, that the pain-pleasure would quickly become pleasure-pain, as the fire his dick awoke inside me roared to life.
And so it was. I rocked a couple times, to really feel his cock inside me. A glorious, warming fire was building. Building. Jeremy twisted his body as best he could, churning his dick inside me. I matched his movements, and my wailing sound deepened into a fucking primal howl. I lifted myself off slightly. The lube creating a shimmering feeling like nothing I had ever experienced. My dick was gushing precum. Twitching already. I slammed down and the frictionless sensation sent the already-burning fire into an inferno. My entire body was on fire. My skin rippling with electricity, making the hair on my arms stand to attention.
Jeremy was gripping me. Rough, but... tenderly? His hands deeply kneading my hairy pecs. Wonderingly. Again and again. Like it was the first time ever touching a man. His right hand rising. Shooting up. His fingers wrapping around my jaw... hard, yet... intimately.
I bounced a few times up and down on him. GOD. I could feel his cockhead inside me, hitting places. Each movement making the fire inside me burn hotter. I WAS FUCKING LIGHT. I slammed down again, as hard as I could. Jeremy was making his own bellowing roars. Alive with me. His left hand seizing my hip. Locking in. More bouncing, and another slam. GAWWWD. My back arched, my head flew back, barely able to comprehend the roaring blaze inside me. Bouncing. Quick bouncing. More. My innards turned into lava. More bouncing. MORE. FUCKING MORE.
And to my utter astonishment, my entire body exploded. I didn't realize I was so close. Cum, jets of cum, shot into the air, even though neither of us had touched my cock. I screamed, hard enough to make my throat rattle. Cum kept blasting out, in an obscene fountain that splashed his face, his sheets, everywhere.
Part of my mind was furious, angry that I didn't have the staying power to make this last.
Jeremy took care of that for me.
As I started falling limp, he sprang into action, pinning me down onto the bed by my shoulders. Crawling between my legs, knocking them aside. And once again, that raw, icy pain of male penetration as he slammed his swollen dick back inside me.
Jesus. Sweet Jesus baby. My mind was roiling. With sensations coming at it hard and tight. Jeremy's face was against mine, his beard scouring my jaw, his mouth pressed roughly below my ear. I could feel the savage full-body thrusts as he slammed into me. His hands. Working together with his body. The feel of him.
The
feel
of him....
And at that second, something occurred to me. He wasn't just holding on for balance, or gripping me for support... he was...
feeling
me. Making touch a core part of the experience. In the same way that sex with Jeremy had awoken in me a new, primal awareness of scent, I realized Jeremy was experiencing a similar awakening with touch. It was so clear. And I could understand it. A male body just... felt different. Moved different. The way men sweat. The hair. The shape. The scruff. The hardened muscles. The weight. And of course, Jeremy responded to it--I mean, he worked with his hands. His hands, rougher than mine, were used to actual, physical work. That was his livelihood. Touch was an unconscious, essential way that he interacted with the world.
And his hands were drinking in every moment. He was holding me tight, one hand wrapped around the top of my head, the other raging freely over my torso, and up my arm as he extended it over my head, than ran his hand down back to my chest. Like he was trying to memorize every detail of me
But it wasn't just his hands that were engaged. His lips, gliding around my neck, were exploring the play of wetness, and the electric sensations of his breath on my wet skin. His hairy chest and mine grinding together, reveling in the feel of our hair scrapping and burning with friction. His legs, shifting around mine. Rubbing hard enough to start a fire. Then the sudden wet pressure of his mouth slamming against mine. The fire of our lips locked together. Breaking apart only for our gasped breaths. The warm wetness of his tongue dancing with mine....
Those feelings of touch were there for the taking, and I willed myself to focus on them.
GAWWWWD. The sensation of sweat as it started spreading, slightly taming our friction. That roughness of his beard, scouring me. My dick, still hard, being rolled roughly with the bucking of his hairy midriff as he fucked me. And of course, the hard wetness of his cock as it plowed into me. Sensations. Sensations flooding me. All at once. Driven by the violence of our... coupling. Not the thunderous hammer drives him fucking me, not with him thrusting into me at all; but a series of shared, writhing body slams as we ground together, locked together. Convulsions. The whole bed bucking as we fucked each other with everything we had.
Shit. Fucking shit. Those feelings. And the fucking man sounds of raw, primal passion, completely unmoored from any element of human civilization. Added with the smells of Jeremy and sweat and balls and ass and fresh cum, I was losing it. Lost in a rage of whole-body, technicolor sensations.
With a gasp, he pulled back, breaking the suction of our kiss. He had a pitiless fire blazing in his eyes. He reared up to his full height, hooked his hands under my splayed thighs...
And he fucked the living shit out of me.
Hammering. Hard. Fast. Divorced from anything but elemental need. Fast. Faster. Fast enough that it sounded like he was spanking my ass as he fucking slammed his dick into me. Fast. Relentless. I howled. Jeremy reached over, grabbed his underwear, and smashed it into my face. Letting me breath his funk. I grabbed his underwear from his hand and stuffed my nose in it. Hyperventilating loudly. Rubbing the polished cotton all over me. Feeling him piston me. Faster. My back arched and my head pitched wildly side to side. The fiery lava inside me became white hot, blotting out all else. I thew my hands to my side, my fingers twisting his tortured sheets into knots. I roared, spit flying everywhere. Still, he hammered away. Faster. My ears ringing, from the sounds and from the roaring in my head. Faster. The headboard hitting the wall, sounding like a dozen men framing a house. Faster. FASTER.
Then Jeremy's cries hit a new crescendo, and I swear I felt his dick, deep inside me, shudder and explode as gallons of white-hot cum filled my guts. It was too much for me; I followed suit, spraying jizz so hard my balls hurt.
God I was spent. A wreck. Like my body was a Picasso painting. But through it all was a feeling of raw, joyous... light.
But I knew I had no time to savor it. I had thought to show up for a quick little bit of fun, but I knew I was waaaaay past time and had to scramble to get to work.
"God. Dude." I panted. "We can... debrief... later. But I... need... a towel. Gotta... get to... work...."
Jeremy, who had at some point rolled next to me, snort-laughed. He leveraged himself up into a sitting position, and patted me lightly with is palm. "Don't move, bud. I got you." He then paused, gave me an evil look, and said, "And yeah, you can take my underwear with you. You obviously need it more than I do."
