Bromosexual

“Take a whiff.”

Fuck me, he is dripping with power right now. My eyes drunkenly close as I take a deep, long inhale, filling my lungs and my nostrils with the thick, clean, rich aroma of Stefan’s cock.

“Unbuckle me.”

“I love you so damned much, Stefan.”

“You too,” he throws down at me, sweet and completely out of character, then his voice is right back to being demanding and deep. “Unbuckle me.”

My fingers fumble for his blue belt, which I open with shaking excitement. Next comes the button of his pants and then the zipper, which slowly parts the white sea of fabric to reveal his thick, hard cock.

Commando, as usual. Not even wearing a jock.

He flexes his cock once, and it smacks against my lips, as if knowing exactly where it belongs. Even his cock has an attitude.

I don’t need any further instruction. Parting my mouth, I take the head of his thick cock inside, tonguing him with greed while stroking the base with a tight fist.

Stefan’s moans of approval rain down over my head. Every time I open my eyes, I’m flashed with the sight of a professional baseball player I’ve fantasized about ravishing a thousand and one times in my head.

And now it’s happening.

If I ever doubted that Stefan Baker understands me …

With his hand still tangled in my hair, I start to feel him push and pull me off his cock, guiding my tempo as I start sucking him harder and faster. I’ve learned over the months that he likes it rougher than I’m used to, and the more aggressive he gets, the more aggressive I get.

What I’m trying to say is, I’ve replaced my headboard, he had to screw the new one to the wall to prevent loud noises during our wild nights, and I’ve been sent to work with more than my fair share of claw marks down my back and limp legs from how powerfully he rides me.

Yes, I’ve broken him in on that department as well.

Damn it, I’m so fucking lucky.

Stefan pulls me off of his cock at once, then shoves me back onto the bed. Sprawled out, I’m gifted with a front row seat as he takes off his hat, slowly peels off his baseball shirt to reveal his ripple of smooth muscles and tatted skin, then replaces his cap right back on his head, except turned backwards.

Oh, fuck yeah.

Shirtless with his hard cock poking out of his peeled-open tight baseball pants, he reaches for the lotion at the side of my bed, then gives one of his hands a generous squirt. His face darkens with yearning as he brings his hand right to my ass, wasting no time in lubing up my hole with his forceful, strong fingers. My whole body shivers the second his fingertips invade me, and I grip the sheets in preparation, knowing what’s coming.

And I can’t fucking wait a second longer.

He crawls up onto the bed and lifts my legs, his cock lining up eagerly with my ass. When he slowly enters me, my eyes rock back and I moan loudly and involuntarily. Yeah, he’s even got control of what sounds I make; I have no say in when or how I groan and holler and whimper. I am totally and completely at his whim when he takes charge in the bedroom.

He bends me in half while he crawls over me, his cock slowly pumping its way deeper and deeper into my body. The position brings his face right over mine, shadowed slightly by his ball cap with his eyes made all the more intense by the stripes of eye black beneath them. The look in his face is fierce and unrelenting as he fucks me hard, baring his teeth.

Then, unexpectedly, he bends his head farther down to plant a kiss on my lips. Our mouths stay locked as he pumps his cock into me over and over, hammering me with mounting strength.

Desperate breath hisses past our cheeks—from whose nostrils, I can’t tell.

I groan underneath him, a victim to his might and his sex.

When he pulls away from my face, he hooks an arm under each of my legs to get a better angle at my ass. That succeeds in putting me in the perfect position to get drilled even deeper by his tireless, steel-hard cock.

He’s starting to hit my prostate with every thrust.

Oh, God. I can’t take it a second longer.

I grip my cock and, slick from the pre-cum that’s been oozing out without my being able to stop it, begin stroking it. I need release so fucking badly.

This might be the shortest I’ve ever lasted, for the record. We have had nights where I took his ceaseless plowing for hours.

But tonight with Stefan in that sexy-as-fuck baseball uniform and my whole body racked with tension and pent up from all of my stresses, I urgently need to feel the sweet release of cum all over my body.