"Damn, you're hot," I countered. "Warm me up?"
He chuckled and set aside his mug. He took mine too, and invited me back under the covers. I cuddled up to his chest and he wrapped his arms around me. The blankets in his lap had it covered, but with our legs and arms tangled up, his morning wood was unmistakable. Mine decided to make a comeback, and we fell into kissing and thrusting against each other as a matter of course.
"Here," he said while tugging on my trunks. "Take these off and straddle me."
He rolled over onto his back and shoved down his boxer briefs until his cock sprang free. I got on top and he maneuvered me until our cocks were perfectly lined up, shaft to shaft. My head sat slightly below his, and my nuts rested on top of his sack. He grabbed the bottle of lube from where he left it last night and slathered up both of our dicks.
"You probably don't remember, but you did this last night and I've been fantasizing about it ever since I woke up," he said. I wondered what he was talking about until he gripped our dicks together in one hand. He slowly stroked his fist up our shafts, twisting his hand once he reached our heads, then sent it back down. My breath hitched slightly.
"No, I remember this part," I said, licking my lips.
This time on the upstroke, he tightened his fist as it ran over the tip. We both gasped and my hips thrust forward of their own accord. The movement rubbed the underside of my cock against his and his fingers tightened even more around us.
"Fuck yeah," he sighed. "Ride me just like that."
I rolled my hips against him, thrusting my shaft along the length of his, as he continued to stroke with his hand. Efrain placed his other hand on my hip to encourage me. As if I really needed it. It felt amazing to be held together like this, but my sensitive underside sliding against his felt so good it bordered on painful. Indie's comment about overhearing us chastened me to keep it down, but I moaned aloud in spite of myself.
He added more lube, increasing the wet gushing sound of cock sliding against cock inside his fist. Efrain switched hands, sending his free hand down to cup my balls and then his own. My scrotum had merely been resting on his before, but once lubed up, our balls slid against each other with each thrust. He moved his hand back to our dicks, stacking it on top of the other, and double fisted us, stroking along the shaft with one hand while alternating between squeezes and twists with the other. He added the rocking of his own hip into the mix and I forgot all about keeping my voice down. My hips bucked against him hard and my moans rose in volume.
Our vigorous movements rolled the bottle of lube across the bed. It fell against my calf as if trying to suggest its other uses. I picked it up and squirted some onto my fingers before reaching around to rub lube around my hole. I was still pretty open from last night's pounding, so the first and second fingers sank into me with little resistance. I angled my knuckles down over my prostate, just as Efrain's fingers squeezed over my head, and saw stars. I fell forward with a loud cry, barely holding myself up with my free hand.
I splayed my knees out wider and pumped my dick in and out of his fists with abandon. He watched me fuck myself with my own fingers and his hands. The bed sheets, a soft sage green, deepened the color of his half-lidded hazel eyes. Of all the things going on in that moment - our cocks sliding together, his rough fingers gripping me tight, my knuckles digging into that bundle of nerves, his hips rising to meet mine - his strikingly beautiful eyes were what tipped me over.
My ass clamped down as I broke, nearly forcing my fingers out. I dug in deeper, magnifying the tingling shocks throwing my body into near-convulsion. Efrain begged me to keep moving as I unloaded on his chest. It didn't take long before his dick pulsed against mine and his cum joined the little puddles forming on his abs and pecs.
I sat back on my heels to catch my breath. He milked the last drops before his hands fell away. Small rivulets of milky white liquid slid down his side and over his shoulder.
"Damn,
vato
," I panted. "You need a shower."
"
You
need a shower."
"Naw, all I need is a damp washcloth."
"Is that so?" he smirked and before I knew it, he had me rolled over and was pressing his chest to mine. Two loads worth of cum squelched audibly between our bodies. We both came last night, but I've since learned to never underestimate a 19-year-old male's jizz-production abilities. I tried to push him off, but my hands slipped in the mess coating his chest.
"I don't know what you're looking so disgusted for,
acho
. Half that's yours."
"A third of this is mine," I corrected. "You went all Ol' Faithful on your own damn chest."
"Aw, someone's indignant." He raised himself up on his elbows above me while I pawed at the rapidly cooling ejaculate. A little bit dribbled off his chest and on to mine. If it were any other erotic story, this would be totally sexy and we'd be going on about eating it off each other, but I really wasn't a fan at the moment. Especially with him grinning down at me like that. I put my hands on his spunked up chest.
"What are you about to do?"
"Nothing," I said, full naif-mode engaged. And then I clapped both hands on either side of his face, coating his cheeks in goo and rubbing it into his stubble.
He laughed and brought up his lube- and jizz-smeared hands to mess with my hair.
"You bitch!"
"My bitch," he cooed, still chuckling, and kissed me. "Now you really need a shower."
I've also learned to never underestimate a 19-year-old male's capacity for immaturity.
Once in the shower, we made quick work of getting the other sudsed up. I knew he was as perfectly capable of washing his own back as I was at shampooing my own hair, but I still liked how it felt.
He leaned in to give me a quick kiss while I lathered his chest. I returned the favor, letting my mouth linger on his a little longer. In keeping with our pattern since we used the b-word, Efrain rested his forehead on mine and we alternated between gazes and kisses until his hands stole up to cradle the back of my head. Lips parted and tongues sallied forth. I rested my hands on his hips.
I already knew how well his mouth could fire me up; I delighted in discovering how sweetly his mouth could make me melt.
Efrain made out with me under the hot water. Despite having just cum, I was soon plumping up under his touch and he was responding in kind.
blah blah blah 19-year-old-male's blah blah blah
"Think my ass is still open enough to take you?"
Rather than answer, he spun me around and had me kneel on the tile floor and lean against the wall. He spat into his hand and ran that over his dick before settling against my ass. The tip popped in and I gasped.
"Fuck, that feels so good," I whimpered.
"You have no idea," he said. He threaded his fingers through mine and brought both hands up to rest against the wall above my head. His chest pressed against my back and his tongue snaked out to trace my ear. His dick pushed deeper. I panted harder the further he delved until I felt his public hair against my ass. He paused, waiting for me to adjust to the sudden fullness.
"Ready for me to move?" he whispered into my ear.
"God," I moaned. "Please."
He fucked me, movements agonizingly slow, while I moaned and cried out. His harsh breathing tickled my ear. His deep voice ran in an explicit narrative on how the tightness of my hole held him practically hostage, how my voice made him crazy, how much he wanted to feel me cumming on his dick. Last night, he held me down. This morning, I might have fallen had he not been holding me up. I squeezed his fingers and let my head fall back to rest on his shoulder. He took that opportunity to bite the sensitive juncture between my shoulder and neck.
"Kiss me," he commanded. I obeyed, moaning in his mouth as he surged within the tight confines of my body.
His hands fell away from mine. I hated the little mewling noises I made in protest, but I couldn't help it. However, one arm wrapped around my waist and the other reached down to tease my cock and balls, which was a more than satisfying alternative. I reached back to thread my fingers through his hair, holding his mouth to mine so he couldn't break the kiss. I left the other on the wall for resistance. He pulled back and slammed into my ass moments later, and I screamed into his mouth. My fingers tightened in his hair, and he growled in pleasure. He grabbed my dick, and I pulled his hair harder. Efrain let out a strangled moan.
