He dragged a finger over the head, feeling precum that had been drooling out of his dick. He spread the juices around, Caleb moaning in pleasure. Oliver brought his finger up, sucking it into his mouth, tasting what Caleb had produced. He wanted more of is sweetness. Rolling their bodies over, Oliver wasn't wasting any time, making his way down and taking this beautiful cock as far in his throat as he could. Caleb's body tensed, not expecting such a sudden deepthroat. He looked down, watching Oliver twist his body around so he could engulf the whole piece. His eyes grew big, feeling a pop in the other man's throat, then more slick wetness. He was all the way in, a nose pressed to his sac, a chin resting on his pubes. Without realizing it, he let out a loud groan, his body thrusting in and out of the throat that enveloped him. He grabbed Oliver's hips, swinging him around so his face was in line with the man's muscled ass.
As soon as Oliver withdrew to catch a breath he felt a hot wetness against his hole, causing him to almost again lose his breath. Eyes rolling back into his face, Oliver continued playing with this beautiful dick, knowing what he wanted. He quickly opened a condom, rolling the latex over this huge dick, not sure at first if it would fit. He moaned, feeling a finger at his entrance, making its way in. "I can't wait anymore! I need you in me!" Oliver screamed. He took the bottle of lube, applying some to Caleb's hardness and then to his hole. He turned around to face Caleb, and lifted himself, hovering over the beastly dick. The cloth of his jock moved to the side with his own dick jutting forward. He steadied himself, feeling the huge dick against his hole, concentrating on his breathing he lowered himself slowly. After the bulbous head was in him, it was easier.
Caleb had never felt anyone as tight, and didn't expect Oliver to take his dick so damn well. The man didn't scream in pain, didn't stop, he just kept lowering slowly, biting his lip. They both let out a moan when Oliver's ass met his pubes. Both men, covered in sweat, didn't move, letting Oliver's tight hole adjust. Caleb was surprised when Oliver started lifting himself up and dropping back down, his ass still tight as ever. Caleb leaned forward, pushing Oliver onto his back, never leaving Oliver's body. Caleb pulled out until only his head remained, then quickly thrust back in, both men moaning in bliss. He grabbed onto the cock that had been continuously leaking precum and started jerking it, leaving Oliver writhing underneath him. It was as if the man was possessed, eyes in the back of his head, panting, groaning, growling as his torso tensed up and released. As if his ass wasn't tight enough already, Oliver's muscles clamped around Caleb's dick, making it almost uncomfortable.
Leaning down, body slick with sweat, Caleb kissed Oliver's moaning mouth. His never slowed his pace, in fact, it was increasing, sliding over Oliver's prostate continuously. His ass clenched again, this time from his impending orgasm. Oliver couldn't take it anymore, a guttural moan leaving his lips as the first shot of cum exploded from his dick. It landed on the headboard behind him. Seeing this, feeling the tightness of Oliver's ass sent Caleb over the edge, his moan adding to his partners. As he shot his first load, Oliver's second had made its way into Oliver's open mouth. With the final few thrusts, Oliver's loads had successfully covered his chin and torso with cum. Caleb had collapsed onto Oliver, both men spent, panting. They laid there for a little while, Caleb's head resting on Oliver's chest, rising and falling with each breath, Oliver running his fingers through the other man's hair.
After a couple minutes Caleb lifted himself up, giving the other man a soft kiss on the lips. He grabbed his hand, leading him to the bathroom. He'd turned the shower on to a comfortable temperature, feeling the water before allowing Oliver to enter before him. They stood there for a moment, looking at one another, fully taking in the other man's beauty. They soon were lightly touching the other's body with fingertips, exploring almost every inch. Oliver took the bar of soap and started to lather Caleb's body, who returned the favor. When Caleb had turned to rinse off Oliver finally had taken a look at the tattoo that was inked onto his back. It was intricate, detailed, and so life-like. He'd had a pair of wings broken off near the base. Six feathers dancing their way down his back, along with inked and very convincing blood. Once they'd finished washing Caleb fetched a couple of towels and dried off, both watching the other in the corner of their eyes.
Oliver was unsure of what to do next. After sex he'd usually leave, either finding a reason to go or it was a mutual understanding that there was not going to be anything afterwards. This time however he was hesitant. He'd wanted to be there, to take a shower with this stranger, to fall asleep in his arms. He wanted to get to know him. Oliver wasn't a whore, but he knew a couple of guys, and they sure knew him. He found love in a man who didn't feel the same, his heart was in pieces for quite some time. So, he figured he'd self-medicate with sex, alcohol and drugs. He wanted to be numb, he liked it better than the alternative. But right now, he was sober, which felt weird, but he felt good. He felt weightless, he'd smiled, which he barely ever did anymore, so much so that it was hurting his face. Would he stick around? Would this guy even let him?
"So," said Caleb, snapping him back to the here and now, "I mean, if you'd like I have some extra shorts or something. If you want to sleep here. It's pretty late... Or well," Caleb looked at the clock. It was three in the morning. "Really early actually. My bed's pretty comfy when there's not a lot going on in it. But there's other rooms you can sleep in if... I mean, it's up to you." Caleb's face was pink with embarrassment, his eyes darting from Oliver's face to the floor and back. He'd bit his lower lip, a nervous habit, Oliver guessed.
"Well, I sleep in the nude," Oliver responded with a wicked smile.
The answer caught Caleb by surprise, making him go from pink to crimson, his eyes widened a little. He felt his cock twitch, even after being thoroughly taken care of. Oliver bounced off towards Caleb's room, Caleb not far behind, staring at the bouncing man's ass as they made their way over to the bed. Oliver had looked at the bed, thinking about asking if they should change the sheets but decided they'd dirty the next sheets, so instead he'd jumped in, covered himself with the soft sheet and downy blanket.
"You're cute," said Caleb as he lifted the covers to join Oliver, who had nestled himself comfortably already. Once Caleb got into bed he'd put his arm around Oliver, who had moved over to rest his head on Caleb's chest. Caleb decided he could get used to this, whatever it is. He tilted his head down, smelling the man's hair, and kissed him. They'd fallen asleep to light caresses, small kisses and smiles on their faces. They weren't sure of where this would lead them. They weren't sure if when they woke up they'd still feel the same; if they'd still have smiles plastered on their faces, but they were content with how things felt right then and there. Everything else didn't matter, they were just wrapped up in the moment.
It was dark. Oliver was alone in a long hallway, shivering. The only light was a candle on a nearby table. He went to reach the slim, long candle and as his fingers touched the holder the hallway flickered with light. Candles down the hall seemed to have sprung to life on their own. The walls were a cream, the floor marble, with columns made with the same material. It seemed to go on forever. His body seemed to move on its own down the corridor. There was but one door, far from where he'd began. It was white, with creeping ivy carved into the wood that looked like it was moving. The door handle was of aged brass, with a keyhole below. He looked at his hand, a black polished skeleton key with a single ivy leaf at the base was resting in his palm. The key fit, he went to turn the knob, opening the door. As he did the ivy blackened, wilted and finally stopped moving.
He looked up, the room was small, cozy. There was a fireplace with a couple of chairs set next to a small table in front of it. The fire cracked and hissed. He'd noticed a figure in one of the high back chairs. Behind him the doorway was pitch black, no light emanated from the hallway anymore. He moved towards the fireplace, the figure stood and walked to stand directly in front of the flames, his back towards Oliver. Large black wings emerged from the man's back stretching out. They must have been easily six feet each. The wings were lustrous, showing purples and greens when the light hit them, like a raven. They rustled, then folded back into themselves, the man had turned around. The silhouette revealed a handsome man. From the shadow he had seen a pair of brilliantly glowing blue eyes.
"I've been waiting for you..." said a familiar voice. When Oliver went to respond the room seemed to waver and flicker. He'd heard soft breathing, chirping birds, then the room was gone, slowly slipping into consciousness.
