But Camilo continued to tease him. Now, he wanted to suck on the young stud’s big testicles.
Gently, Camilo sucked first one of Jacob’s nuts into the heat of his mouth, then the other, rubbing them with his tongue until it seemed to Jacob as though his vulnerable testicles were being brushed with soft, glowing flames. Camilo’s short-cropped black hair felt cool where it brushed over Jacob’s skin, providing a sensual contrast to the smoldering heat trapped within Jacob’s upper thighs. When Camilo let Jacob’s balls sag out from between his slavering lips, he pressed his mouth instead against Jacob’s perineum, his lips cushioning the pressure of his teeth as he orally massaged the thick taproot of Jacob’s cock, where its blood-engorged tissues swelled out at the base of his balls.
Jacob’s fingers ran restlessly over the Mexican’s broad, brown shoulders. He closed his eyes, fighting the urge to thrust up at Camilo when he lifted his head and once again enveloped Jacob’s turgid meat with his lips. Jacob’s fingers combed through his cocksucker’s silky black hair, and then moved down over the stubble-rough sides of his face. Jacob felt his cockhead lurch against Camilo’s cheek from the inside of his mouth. His hands slid down over Camilo’s neck, and then, once again, onto his muscular shoulders. Afraid, now, that he might come too soon if Camilo continued to blow him, Jacob tried to urge the other man away from his cock, but Camilo wouldn’t release it.
Wanting to give his lover as much pleasure as Camilo was giving him, Jacob twisted himself around awkwardly on the bed until he was lying partly on his side, with his knees parted and placed on either side of Camilo’s neck, and Jacob’s head resting against Camilo’s thigh. For a moment Jacob merely lay there and marveled at the size of the other man’s testicles as they shifted slightly within their hairy brown sac. Then he twisted his neck a little more and took Camilo’s cockhead between his moist, parted lips.
Camilo’s cock and balls, and the furry cleft of his ass, always had a slightly musky scent about them when he got excited. He was extremely excited now, and Jacob began to salivate in response to his first whiff of his bedmate’s natural masculine body fragrance. Fluttering his tongue over the dark purple skin of the Mexican stud’s satin-smooth glans, Jacob inched his mouth down around the spongy-hard shaft of his fuck buddy’s prick.
Groaning around his own mouthful of cock, Camilo quivered anxiously from head to foot as Jacob let the head of his heavy ramrod push into his own throat. And then the two naked men began, at the same moment, to drive their erections into each other’s mouths, quickly establishing a steady seesaw rhythm. As they sucked each other, Jacob couldn’t help but fantasize that their cocks were somehow connected within their bodies, so perfectly were the two large, inflexible fuck tools now synchronized.
With one hand Jacob caressed the hard, clenching slope of Camilo’s lean buttocks, his fingers gliding into the lightly furred cleft of his ass. Camilo turned toward Jacob a little more, one of his legs rising over Jacob’s head to clamp gently around his neck, and at the same time he pushed his cock deeper into Jacob’s mouth. Simultaneously, Jacob’s fingertip grazed the puckered ring of muscle guarding Camilo’s anus. The Mexican jerked a little in response to the unexpected pressure, but he didn’t falter in the steady suction his mouth was applying to Jacob’s pulsing organ.
Exerting a firmer pressure, Jacob burrowed his finger into the unresisting sphincter. When he had pushed his finger into Camilo as far as it would go, he pulled back slowly, and then he eased his finger forward once more—probing, and twisting it about within him, until he could feel the impact of the fingertip against Camilo’s prostate. Then Jacob held his finger motionless inside him.
With Camilo’s muscular, hairy thighs locked tightly around Jacob’s head and compressing his ears, Jacob could hear the surge of his own blood rushing through his body. It seemed to be racing straight into the head of his throbbing cock. And he knew the same must be true for Camilo. The swollen bulb of Camilo’s glans was now so engorged with blood, so taut, so hot, that Jacob half expected it to sear the inside of his mouth and the lining of his throat. When Jacob felt himself tensing in preparation for the onslaught of his ejaculation, he began to move his finger again, massaging Camilo’s prostate.
For a moment the Mexican’s body tightened into an absolute rigidity, the muscles knotting up as densely as if they had been carved from some brown wood. Then the floodgates surged open deep within him, and Jacob felt his throat being whitewashed with the thick outpouring of his sperm. The heat of it splashing against Jacob’s throat was enough to trigger his own discharge. Jacob’s cock foamed against the hot, moist membrane of Camilo’s palate and tongue. He was coming, and coming hard. Hard and thick and wetly!
The spasms of the two men’s mutual outpourings combined to ram their cocks deep into each other’s throats. They heaved together like one convulsing and sweaty body. Although Jacob wanted to swallow as much of Camilo’s cum as he could, there was so much of it that the surplus flow was running out of the corners of his mouth. Each time Jacob gulped down another wad of his partner’s molten seed, his own cock squirted into Camilo’s mouth. Neither of them had expected to come in such abundance, nor that his orgasm would be so intense.
With the greatest reluctance, they released each other’s dicks. Breathing hard, Camilo rolled onto his back, and Jacob lay beside him with his head cushioned on the firmness of the other man’s thigh. Jacob’s nose was still filled with the pungent fragrance of Camilo’s perspiring flesh. Jacob’s own skin felt hot and wet with sweat, and despite the fact that it was comfortably warm there in the room, he shivered a little.
After a moment, when Camilo felt Jacob shivering against him, he stirred, reached over, and pulled Jacob closer to him. He slid one arm under Jacob’s neck and drew the youth toward him so that Jacob’s head was nestled against his shoulder and the rise of his chest. Jacob slipped his hand down Camilo’s torso to his abdomen, bypassing his softening cock, and then Jacob gently closed his fingers around the soft, flexible mass of Camilo’s balls. As Jacob toyed with them, he could feel as well as hear Camilo’s breath stirring through his disheveled hair just above his ear.
“Um, that was hot, baby,” Camilo whispered. “I love swallowing your cum.”
“Yours always tastes good, too. And you’re not stingy about giving it to me, are you? Damn, that was a big load you fed me!”
“I’ve been saving it up for you. But I think I’ve kept a little in reserve. Let me know when you’re ready for Round Two.”
“I’m just about ready now,” Jacob confessed. “You’ve gotten me so hot, I feel as though I could pop again any second now. But maybe it’ll be better if we take it slow. Give me a minute to cool down, first.”
Sex with Camilo was almost invariably a double, or even a triple, feature. He could get it up, keep it up, and climax more than once, all without any apparent difficulty. There was nothing wrong with Jacob’s libido, either—a jackrabbit had nothing on him—and Camilo usually had quite an energizing effect on him. Often, Camilo’s ability to coax multiple ejaculations out of Jacob took both men pleasantly by surprise.
Jacob raised his head, until he could see Camilo’s brown eyes studying him in the dim light of the room. When Camilo pressed his mouth against Jacob’s, Jacob parted his lips, and his friend’s tongue felt very warm and smooth as it glided inside his mouth. Both of them were still very erect. It was definitely time to begin Round Two.
They rolled back and forth on the bed. They wrestled, grappling together, each man enjoying the strength of the other man’s naked body.
“Don’t be such a fucking tease,” Camilo complained, after a few moments of this tussling. “Lie still!”
“Make me,” Jacob taunted the other man. “Make me, if you think you’re man enough!”
“Oh, you think you’re tough? You like to play around, do you?” Camilo asked.
“I just want to find out which of us is going to be the boss,” Jacob retorted. “Which of us is going to control
the fuck this time, and give the other one his orders. Who’s going to be the other guy’s bitch.”
“Listen, buddy,” Camilo told him. “You may be the boss’s pet at work, any time he tells you to report to him for a fuck. But I call the shots when it’s just you and me, here between the sheets.”
“Oh, you think so? Prove it. Let’s see you control me—if you’re man enough,” Jacob challenged him.
“Bitch, I’m going to make you beg for it, before I’m done with you!”
“Promises, promises. Talk is cheap, big guy. Let’s see some action.”
“You asked for it, fucker!” Camilo forestalled any further conversation, at least for the time being, by treating Jacob to another deep, open-mouthed kiss.
When he pulled back from the kiss, Camilo held Jacob’s face just inches away from his lips. He suddenly looked serious, and when he spoke, he sounded serious, too: “God, you’re so fucking beautiful, Jacob. You are such a beautiful young man. And you’re so hot. So sexy—so loving. I love being with you, like this. I don’t want you to start getting bored with me.” His voice sounded strangely husky when he said that. “We could try something different tonight, if you want to.”
“Oh yeah? What exactly do you have in mind?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
Jacob’s cock lurched against Camilo’s thigh, and Jacob opened his eyes a little wider to stare up at him. He’d taken Jacob by surprise, not only because the two of them had just finished a rather intense sixty-nine, but because in the two months Jacob had known Camilo, not once had the Mexican stud permitted Jacob to fuck him. It hadn’t even been brought up as a possibility. Every time their sexual relations had progressed beyond fellatio, it had been Jacob who ended up quite willingly lying on his stomach, or on his back with his legs raised, with Camilo on top of him and Camilo’s big, hard cock sliding in and out of his ass.
This was no problem, because—as Jacob would be the first one to admit—he loved to get fucked. He had assumed that his farmhand fuck buddy was strictly a top, and so he hadn’t pressed the point, despite his very real desire to screw Camilo, if only as a change of pace, and because he was naturally curious about what it would be like. Now Camilo was giving Jacob the chance to do what he’d fantasized about doing all along!
Jacob needed a moment to prepare himself, mentally, for it. And physically, he wasn’t sure he could manage to sustain a second erection quite so soon after having climaxed with the other man. A cock didn’t have to remain fully hard in order to be pleasurable to suck. Fucking, on the other hand, required a certain degree of prolonged rigidity.
Looking rather serious, Camilo released Jacob and rolled away, onto his stomach. He folded his arms under his head to create an improvised pillow, and he looked over at Jacob, expectantly. He must’ve known that Jacob had always wanted him to reciprocate by offering Jacob his own ass; and tonight, for some reason, he was willing to make the sacrifice.
“Come on,” he invited Jacob. “Let’s get a move on. Put it in me before I change my mind.”
“You aren’t a virgin, are you?” Jacob asked. “Back there, I mean. You have been fucked before, haven’t you?”
“Quite a few times,” Camilo admitted. “Not lately, though, I must admit. Usually, it’s hurt me a little. I’ve been told my butt is kind of tight. And those guys weren’t hung as big as you are. You’re going to have to go easy at first—okay, baby?”
“Sure.”
“Well, then let’s get down to it, while I’m still in the mood.”
The muscles of Jacob’s arms and legs still felt slack in the aftermath of his orgasm, but he roused himself, pushed himself up, and leaned over Camilo. Hesitantly—as though Camilo might flinch or recoil from his touch—Jacob stroked his thighs, his fingers lightly grazing the moist coating of hair on his heated flesh. Camilo’s lean buttocks quivered slightly as Jacob eased his hands onto the twin mounds. Filling his palms with their firmness, Jacob massaged the cheeks of his ass, not yet daring to let his fingertips stray into the darker valley that split them into two almost perfect spheres.
The snarling puma gnawing on the firm flesh of Camilo’s buttock almost seemed to be glaring up at Jacob with its round, fierce eyes, as though daring him to take possession of Camilo’s ass.
“Oh, you’ve got such a beautiful ass,” Jacob whispered. “It’s so masculine—so butch!” He ran his hand over the tattoo on Camilo’s butt. “And it’s quite decorative, too,” he joked.
“I’m glad you like it. Go ahead and fuck it. It’s yours!”
Jacob felt a tremor of hot desire pass through him at the mere thought of possessing the other man, anally. He still couldn’t believe that Camilo was offering him that hot tattooed ass of his! But then, still caressing that enticing backside, Jacob got to his knees between Camilo’s widespread thighs. Jacob stuck two of his fingers inside his mouth to wet them with his saliva; and then, bending closer to the muscular temptation of Camilo’s buttocks, he pressed his fingertips carefully into the warm furrow of his ass. Jacob’s fingertips parted the light growth of hair and traced the circle of the anal pucker. He could feel the sphincter tense and resist in response to his touch; but he persisted, and he gently pushed his fingers inside the other man’s body.
Camilo let out a muffled groan. “That’s right,” he gasped. “Play with my ass! Work that hole.”
“Oh, it’s hot,” Jacob reported. “Hot and tight. I love touching it … fingering it—!”
After playing with Camilo’s ass for a few minutes, Jacob eased his fingers back out of the hole. He grabbed a condom packet from the nightstand, tore the foil open and tossed it aside, and then he unrolled the rubber down over his dick, sheathing it in the protective latex from its tip to its base. Jacob was always careful to practice safe sex, when it came to fucking. Next, he squeezed a generous blob of gel lubricant from the tube he also kept on the nightstand, and he coated the latex encasing his cock with the slippery fluid.
With his left arm thrust out straight, and his hand pressed flat against the mattress to steady himself and keep his weight off Camilo, Jacob moved up into position and guided the head of his prick into the crease between his fuck buddy’s buttocks, using his right hand to center his cock against the target of Camilo’s pucker at the proper angle for penetration.
“You ready?” he asked.
“Do it!” Camilo growled. “Fuck me! Get that cock of yours inside my hole!”
Jacob gave a tentative push. Camilo tensed beneath him, the ring of muscle guarding his ass closing like the eye of a camera’s shutter. Jacob’s stomach muscles were jerking with the effort it cost him to hold himself back. All of his instincts urged him to thrust, and to thrust hard, whether the other man was ready to receive him or not. In an agony of sexual suspense, he forced himself to wait, to make certain that Camilo’s bunghole could take him. In the meanwhile, he kept his slippery, latex-sheathed dickhead pressed firmly against that taunting anal pucker.
“Start pushing it in. Oh, gently, baby,” Camilo pleaded.
When he felt Camilo relax once more, Jacob let him feel a little pressure, and once again his sphincter snapped tight. But then, little by little, the macho Mexican stud began to lose his fear of being fucked. Without hurting him any more than was necessary, Jacob applied a steady pressure against his anus. With a patience he hadn’t thought himself capable of exercising under such wildly erotic circumstances, Jacob let his weight slowly force the knob of his cock into the rubbery constriction of the other man’s rectum.
“There,” Jacob panted, breathlessly. “I’m putting it into you. Does that feel okay? Does that feel good?”
“Fuck!” was all that Camilo exclaimed, in response.
Jacob interpreted that as a go-ahead. He pressed harder against the yielding, stretching sphincter muscle, which gave way before his onslaught.
Camilo groaned a little, but Jacob could tell he was trying hard not to clamp down on Jacob’s cock. Once the head of Jacob’s prick
was lodged inside him, Jacob paused to give him a chance to get used to the stretching and the pressure.
“Do you still want to get fucked?” Jacob asked. “It’s not too late to back out, you know.”
“Don’t you dare stop now. Do it,” Camilo gasped. “Push it in!”
Once more Jacob leaned into him. This time his cock slid slowly and very hotly into him, until he felt the hair at the base of the shaft pressed into his buttocks. Carefully, he let his entire weight down on the other man. He pressed his abdomen against the small of Camilo’s back and he rubbed his chest over the smoothness of Camilo’s shoulder blades. Just below the disheveled hair at the nape of the Mexican’s neck, Jacob kissed the velvet of his skin as he slid his palms onto his shoulders.
Jacob could now feel the slow and delicious heat of Camilo’s asshole radiating up into his groin through the conduit of his cock. Kissing the back of his neck and massaging the curves of his muscular shoulders, Jacob lay on top of Camilo for some time, hoping that he wasn’t being hurt by the bulk of the embedded member deep inside him.
“Are you ready for me to start fucking you now?” Jacob asked Camilo.
“Yeah. Go ahead. Go for it! Fuck me! Fuck your Daddy, kid! Start humping, boy!”
When Jacob began to move, Camilo shuddered. Jacob kept his thrusts and withdrawals slow at first, reveling in the feeling of the hot channel sucking at his cock. He was excited by the way the outer ring of Camilo’s sphincter pushed outward each time Jacob retreated, but then contracted inward again with each slow thrust Jacob made into him. Camilo’s asshole flexed strongly around the shaft of his cock, gripping and milking it. Since Jacob had already come once that evening, he knew that he could make love to his hot-assed partner for a long time without climaxing again.
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