"Uhh, uhh, uhhhhhhh," Jason shuddered as Christopher eased his cock into his ass.
Christopher's hand pumped Jason's swollen tool in time to his thrusts, as he tried to distract his lover from the slight discomfort of being breached for the first time that night. He had prepared Jason well with first one, then two, then three well-lubricated fingers. The throaty moans excited him, but he promised himself that he would never force himself on Jason, no matter how difficult it was to control his urges.
"Are you okay," Chris groaned.
"Yeah, I just love how this hurts back there; it b-balances out the ache in my cock!" Jason sighed.
Chris rubbed his hand gently over Jason's muscled chest, toward his stomach and the twitching piece of meat that always mesmerised him like a cobra in a basket. He ignored Jason's obvious need and thumbed his nipple lightly, and getting the groan that he wanted, Chris plucked the nub gently while pushing himself another half inch into his lover's body. He pulled out and started the process again, ignoring the little grunt of frustration from his friend.
Chris was hungry for Jason since they had not made love in nearly a month, a concession to the fact that they were both elite athletes and representing their respective countries in the Summer Olympics in London. They had competed against each other, breaking each other's world records in the pools around the world for the past three years. They had been lovers for two of these years, keeping a secret that they both agreed would threaten the sponsorship deals that they each had if their relationship were generally known.
He had been worried that Jason would have been angry with him, and not allowed him to touch him since he had just taken gold medals in four of the five races in which they had competed during the Games. Jason had taken the silver to him each time and he had taken the bronze to Jason's gold in the 200m individual medley. Jason's generous hugs after each race and his congratulatory tweets had made Chris even happier than winning the medals had done.
Chris planted a soft kiss on Jason's back, a silent thank you for allowing him to have everything that he had ever wanted: Jason's love and the medals. He really had come out on top in life. He had won gold in a big way. He didn't care if Ashton, his previous lover, a diver on the Canadian team, thought that his love of kissing was too gay; Jason was cool about it.
"I only lost because I was so horny for you," Jason said teasingly.
"Yeah, right!"
He pushed back in again, claiming his prize of being top for a month. It was a win-win situation, but neither of them was going to point out the obvious.
"Fuck! That feels good!"
"Of course it does," Chris bragged.
"Shut the hell up and fuck me!"
His hand caressed Jason's back and gripped his flank as he pushed in again, the shallow digs into the young man's body deepening with each push. When he finally found his balls pressed firmly against his lover's back he hooted into Jason's ear.
"Must you always do that?" Jason grumbled.
Chris chose that moment to begin his rhythmic pounding of Jason's ass. It was clear to Chris that the young Jamaican felt no pain. He wanted him to feel a great deal of pleasure though and so he angled himself so that he pounded Jason's prostate with each thrust. The young man's increasingly noisy groans as his orgasm approached were music to Chris' ears.
The door broke open, suddenly.
"Are you okay, Jas..." a young man, about their own age, stopped, and stared like a deer caught in the headlights of a speeding car.
