by Jon Keys
They’d cuddled and fallen back asleep, but now Cole was getting hungry, since it was almost noon and they were just stirring. He pulled Dalton tight against him and kissed the back of his neck.
“Stay under the blankets. I’ll make us some breakfast.”
Dalton murmured dreamily and wiggled into the center of the bed. Cole reached over, gently squeezed Dalton’s butt, then yawned and stretched. The faint chill of the room hardened his nipples. Cole grabbed a hoodie he’d thrown over the chair. His red briefs served as the only cover for his package. The cold rooms spurred him to hurry, turn on the oven and pull food out of the fridge. He soon filled the counter with eggs, sausage and frozen cinnamon rolls from the farmer’s market he’d saved for a special occasion. He’d also grabbed some fresh vegetables and a block of Wisconsin extra sharp cheddar for the omelet he planned to make.
Soon the kitchen filled with the scents of breakfast, sausage, eggs and cinnamon rolls baking in the oven. The scene had Cole feeling domestic, and a little guilty that Tara had missed the meal. The food was almost ready when a pair of arms wrapped around his waist. He turned and was rewarded by a soft kiss from Dalton.
“Hey. You were supposed to sleep and we were going to eat breakfast in bed,” Cole said.
Dalton looked between them at his cock stretching the confines of his boxer briefs. Cole followed his glance and chuckled when his hard penis flexed.
“He was awake and missed you. And…” Dalton grinned sheepishly. “I really gotta pee.”
Cole chuckled as Dalton hurried down the hallway. He turned back to the stove and focused on finishing their meal. By the time Dalton returned, with his cock behaving, Cole had the tray filled with their breakfast. He motioned toward the bedroom and followed Dalton. Holding the tray, he waited while Dalton climbed back into bed and pulled the blanket to his waist before Cole crawled in behind him and put the tray between them. They soon had a mound of blankets surrounding them and dug into the meal Cole had made. Dalton was almost finished when he motioned at the drinks. “Which is mine?”
Cole shrugged. “I didn’t think it would matter. I thought we’d just share.”
“Eww, that sounds gross, sharing glasses.”
Cole grabbed the back of Dalton’s head with his hand, pulled them together and gave him a wet kiss with plenty of tongue. Dalton blinked and looked dazed when they separated. After a few seconds he looked at Cole.
“Yeah, what germs do you think I have that we haven’t already shared?”
Dalton gave Cole a lopsided grin. “Okay, you’re right.”
“Of course I am, and everything would be so much easier if you’d just recognize that.”
Dalton poked him in the ribs and chuckled. “I’ll keep that in mind next time.”
Cole winked, took a drink from the glass of orange juice and then handed it to Dalton. There was a momentary hesitation before he drained the glass. He looked at Cole, let out a huge burp and then chuckled. “Great OJ.”
Cole grinned and shook his head as he finished the last few morsels on his plate. He gathered up the remnants of their meal. He hustled through the house and was soon back in bed with Dalton. He tugged off his hoodie and tossed it back into the floor. There was a flurry of blankets and then the two of them cuddled again.
Cole’s cock started to swell as it always did when he was with either of his roommates. As it stretched out, the hard shaft pressed against Dalton’s cloth covered butt. Cole grinned and cuddled tighter, pressing his hard shaft against Dalton. He slid his hand between them and squeezed Cole’s cock.
“Did someone wake up horny this morning?”
Cole kissed the back of Dalton’s neck as the fondling of his cock continued. He ran his hands over Dalton’s smooth chest until he found two hard nipples and started rubbing his fingers over them. Their foreplay brought the heat of their passion to new levels. Soon one of Cole’s hands was slowly circling Dalton’s navel. Each pass was closer to the edge of Dalton’s boxers. Cole could hear the soft murmur coming from Dalton as his fingers slid over the fabric and onto his straining cock.
Cole glided over the stiff flesh until his fingers slipped inside the fly. Wrapping his fingers around Dalton’s hot cock, he heard a gasp. “You like that, babe?”
“Oh, yeah.” Dalton ground his torso against Cole. He slipped his hand inside Dalton’s fly, fished out his nuts and began playing with them. The slender man was soon writhing in Cole’s arms, gasping for breath. Dalton twisted in his arms until they were face to face. Their lips met and Cole felt the delicious heat that he always associated with Dalton began to infuse him. Dalton’s hands slipped along his back and inside his briefs to grab his ass.
“Cole, I want to do it.”
Cole cocked an eyebrow. “What do you want to do?”
“You know.” Dalton squeezed Cole’s ass and flicked a finger along the divide.
“What? Finger me?” Cole was confused for a second until he realized what Dalton was trying to say. “You want to bottom?”
Dalton grinned. “Yeah. You enjoy it so much, especially with the three of us. I thought…”
Cole lifted his hands to either side of Dalton’s face and held him tight. “I’ll make it so good. Hang on.”
Cole vaulted from the bed, yanked out a dresser drawer and grabbed a small container. Cole’s hands flew through the toys he’d bought over the years and picked out several. He shut the dresser and raced back to Dalton to crawl under the covers. Cole dropped the collection between them, then looked at Dalton like a starving man would a juicy burger.
Dalton picked up a couple of the plastic cocks and then set them back down. His mouth twisted a little as he looked at Cole. “Okay, why do we need four dildos?”
Cole grinned and lined them up. “Like training dicks. Start really small, then get bigger. That way we can get you nice and loosened up before the main event.” Cole grabbed his crotch and squeezed his cock to emphasize the point.
Dalton nodded his head toward the pile of condoms. “Pretty optimistic, aren’t you?”
Cole chuckled and picked up one of the foil packets. “They’re for the dildos. That way you don’t have to worry about STDs. I was clean the last time I got checked and I’ve only been with Tara since then, but still.” Cole shrugged.
“Okay, makes sense.” Dalton got a worried look on his face and his mouth opened and closed several times without him saying a word.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s stupid…”
Cole grinned. “We’re having sex. If you think about it, it’s all pretty funny and awkward.”
“Yeah, I guess. It’s just…I don’t…what if I do something wrong.”
“I tell you what, you just relax and I’ll do everything. The only thing you have to do is tell me if you want to stop.” Cole cupped Dalton’s chin in his hand. “It’s okay to say you want to stop. I’m fine with that, too. We’ll just take it nice and easy.”
Dalton nodded and gave Cole a weak smile. Cole leaned in and kissed him gently, then slowly wiggled lower until his head was at Dalton’s chest. He leaned in and kissed each nipple, then flicked his tongue over them. He ran his hand lower and found Dalton’s cock had stiffened. He stroked the hard shaft through Dalton’s boxers as he planted small kisses down his chest. Reaching his stomach, he flicked his tongue into Dalton’s navel and was rewarded by a soft groan.
“I never thought my bellybutton would be a hot spot.”
Cole chuckled and kissed the slight hollow just below Dalton’s navel. “Relax, we may find lots of good spots this morning.” He slipped his fingers in the sides of Dalton’s underwear and tugged downward. Dalton lifted his butt and Cole slipped them lower. Seconds later he tossed them over his shoulder.
A soft chuckle came from under him. Cole looked down into Dalton’s grinning face. “Do you ever not throw clothes around the room?” asked Dalton.
“Nope, the further they go, the better the se
x.”
“Good to know.”
Cole rolled back on the bed and yanked his briefs off his ass and kicked them to his feet. Catching them on his toe, he kicked backward, and they flew across the room to land on the lamp. He paused for a minute to enjoy the sight of Dalton naked and hard. His body throbbed in anticipation.
Cole leaned in and kissed him again. “Trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Then relax.”
Dalton nodded but continued to chew on the inside of his lip. Cole ran his hand over Dalton’s thigh and then tapped him lightly on the hip. “Turn over. Let’s start easy.”
Dalton rolled to the middle of the bed, lay on his stomach and spread his legs. Cole grabbed a pillow and handed it to Dalton. “Here. Put this under you.”
Dalton struggled for a few seconds before getting adjusted. He settled in and relaxed, he ground his crotch against the pillow and a sigh drifted through the room. Cole couldn’t resist and ran his hand over Dalton’s firm butt. His fingertips whispered sweet promise of pleasures to come as he caressed the man under him. Dalton grinned at him. “Cole, I love the attention, but this room’s cold and I’m not doing much to keep warm.”
Cole lowered himself across Dalton, covering his body and sharing the heat that was building with his anticipation. He kissed the back of Dalton’s neck and whispered in his ear. “Warmer now?”
Dalton pushed back against Cole. “Oh, hell yeah. Nice and warm.”
Cole lay quietly for several minutes, enjoying the feel of Dalton under him. Moved by the moment, he slid down Dalton’s back and to his butt. Prying open Dalton’s round cheeks, he saw the pink opening he wanted, surrounded by a light dusting of blond hair. Cole leaned in, his tongue darted and slowly circled Dalton’s hole.
“Ah, fuck. That’s so good.”
Cole flicked his tongue over the center and inhaled deeply, the smell of Dalton’s musk a natural high for Cole. His mind reeled at the thought of taking Dalton’s virginity. He carefully explored as he lost himself in the sensations, tastes and smells that engulfed his body and mind.
Cole grabbed one cheek in each hand and plunged his face in. He slurped and licked as Dalton moaned and rose to meet him. Cole’s cock swung rigidly between his legs and his nipples were so hard they ached. His lust increased as Dalton bucked under his exploration. With each passing second the whirl of ardor, pleasure and love built.
Reluctantly, Cole rose to his knees and ran his hand through the pile of toys, finding the smallest dildo and grabbing the lube. He dribbled a thin stream of gel down Dalton’s crack and pushed it across his wet pucker. Dalton’s instantaneous response was a groan that shook the walls. Grabbing one of the condoms, he unrolled it over the dildo and coated it thickly with gel. Dalton’s spread legs beckoned and he started rubbing the plastic toy across the entry.
Cole felt Dalton stiffen under his hand and gave him a playful slap on the butt. “Relax. This one is barely bigger than your finger.” Cole chuckled. “And I’m pretty sure you’ve had a finger in there.” He rubbed the toy over Dalton, sinking it slowly inside, working in increments to push it deeper and then pause to let him adjust. Dalton’s groans became whimpers until Cole had the toy buried as deep as it was going to go. Cole caressed his ass, keeping the toy still as he let Dalton adjust.
“How’s it feel? You okay?”
“Good. Kinda full. It didn’t hurt.”
“Let’s keep it that way.”
Cole eased the dildo part way out and enjoyed the sounds coming from Dalton. Working it back and forth for several minutes to loosen him, Cole slowly eased it out until it popped free. Dalton glanced up with a confused look. Cole leaned in and kissed him. “I’m gonna grab a towel. It’ll make life easier.”
Dalton nodded and dropped his head against the pillow. Cole sprinted to the bathroom and was back in seconds with a couple of towels that he strategically placed across the bed. Grabbing the next largest dildo, he followed the same routine and soon was fucking Dalton with it. The interval was longer, but eventually Dalton took it without any problem. They worked through the others until Cole was holding the largest dildo in his hand. He showed it to Dalton and grinned. “This one is almost my size. Then we can have some real fun.”
“It’s amazing. Fuck, it feels good.”
“Good. This one may burn a little. Just try to relax.” Cole grinned. “You can also try pushing out a little, it’s supposed to open you up. It always makes me feel like I’m about to crap, though.”
Dalton chuckled dreamily. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Cole unrolled another condom over the last toy and smeared the lube thickly before he pressed it against Dalton’s gateway. His butt opened again and with little effort the head slipped through. Dalton’s body rippled under him and flushed slightly. He pushed again and it sank inside.
“Shit. Yeah. Feels good.”
Cole paused for a moment, then worked the plastic dick slowly to its depth. A loud moan from Dalton reverberated through the room, making Cole’s cock twitch in anticipation. After a handful of minutes, Dalton was coming off the pillow and driving himself onto the dildo. Dalton looked over his shoulder and begged Cole. “Come on. Enough teasing already. I want you inside me.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. Please. Come on.”
Cole smiled and let the dildo slide out slowly until it popped free. He tossed it onto a towel and ripped open another of the condoms. He grinned at Dalton as he unrolled it down his length and squirted a line of lube over it before stroking himself a few time to make sure it was coated. He crawled forward on his knees until he could rub his dick over Dalton’s pucker. Cole pushed forward, turned on by the sight of Dalton’s ass stretched around him. As he pushed deeper, he heard Dalton suck air between his teeth. Cole froze in place, giving Dalton time to adjust, but when he pushed forward again, there was another explosion of breath.
“Okay, hang on. I think I have an idea.” Cole pulled out slowly, and Dalton gave a relieved sigh when Cole’s cock popped free. Cole tapped him on the side of his hip.
“Come on, get up. We’re gonna change it up a little.”
Dalton rose gingerly, his legs visibly shaking from the effort. He moved slowly until he was kneeling on the side of the bed.
Cole tossed a pillow against the headboard and then lay on his back, his raging hard cock standing straight up. He smiled at Dalton’s look of confusion.
“You get on top. Then you can go at your own speed and I can just lie here quietly.” Cole smiled and put his hands behind his head.
Dalton grinned and moved more eagerly, throwing his leg over Cole’s torso, then reaching behind him and grabbing Cole’s dick. He rubbed it over his well-opened hole. The look on Dalton’s face was pure pleasure as he lowered himself onto the thick shaft. He moved slowly until Cole’s cock disappeared inside him. When his ass ground against Cole’s bush, he looked at Cole with shock on his face.
“You did it. Feel good?”
“Tight—it stings a little. But otherwise good.” He ran his hand over Cole’s chest. “Tara’s right, you’re thick.”
Cole chuckled and could feel the heat travel across his face. His attention was snapped back to the present when Dalton pulled up slightly, then slid down until Cole was buried in him again. He moved in a steady rhythm, his face flooded with pleasure. His hips turned and suddenly he let out a gurgled yell and his ass clamped around Cole’s cock.
“You okay? What happened?”
“Shit. That felt like lightening shot up my ass!”
Cole’s brow knotted for a split second, then realized what had happened. “You hit your prostate. Feels awesome doesn’t it?”
Dalton tried again but it took a couple of times before he hit his button again. His body shook and he dropped forward, catching himself on Cole’s chest. He tried to talk several times but nothing came out. Cole reached up and rubbed his hands over Dalton’s hard nipples.
Cole chuckled and slid his hands over Dalton’s skin. “You okay?”
“Oh yeah. It’s crazy. I think I could get use to this.”
“Good!”
Dalton moved again and soon the two were in a delicious pace that brought them closer and closer. His body shook and his cock belched out another dollop of precum. Within minutes he was moving faster as his climax raced forward.
Pressure was building with each stroke of Cole’s crotch. Dalton’s tight hot ass was driving him closer and closer to the edge. The tension in his groin built and expanded until Cole couldn’t hold back. His jizz raced through him in the delightful dance of climax and he grabbed Dalton’s thighs and pinned Dalton against his groin.
“Fuck!”
Wave after wave of pleasure surged through Cole. His grunts punctuated each volley as it raced from his body. Suddenly another wave arced through him when Dalton grabbed his nipples and tugged at them. The extra spark added to the final shots and left him exhausted. Gasping for breath, he dropped his arm across his eyes as the pleasure swirled and eddied through his body. Several minutes passed before he realized Dalton was still grinding himself against Cole. He smiled and ran his hands over Dalton.
“You need a little release?”
Dalton swallowed hard, his eyelids fluttering as he nodded.
Cole wrapped both hands around Dalton’s cock and started stroking. Dalton leaned back, holding himself up with his arms as he ground his ass against Cole. He pounded Dalton’s cock hard, wet sounds filling the room. Dalton bucked against him, unable to do more than gasp for air. His legs tensed against Cole and his moan rattled the windows.
“Coming!”
Cole kept jacking Dalton’s dick as he trembled. A sharp grunt announced the first volley that left a creamy stripe along Cole’s chest. A barrage of shots soon had him covered with a landscape of ribbons and pools that had erupted. Dalton’s entire body tensed and expelled a final dollop of cum and then he lay back between Cole’s legs.