Out in the End Zone (Out in College 2)

“Fuck, yes. Tell me what to do.” My voice sounded strangled, like he had his hands around my throat.

He squeezed my tits as he continued a tentative rocking motion. “Grab my ass. Mmm. That’s good. Now tilt your hips and…oh, fuck. Yes. I’m gonna ride you.”

Those four words strung together in his husky, lust-filled tone were nearly my undoing. And we’d barely begun. I gritted my teeth and hoped like hell I could keep my cool and not embarrass myself by coming from a little dirty talk. No, I had to act like I knew what the hell I was doing here.

I gripped his ass cheeks and gave him a roguish smile. “Do it, cowboy.”

Mitch snickered appreciatively and began to move. He set a moderate pace at first, curling his toes around my knees for purchase as he rode my cock, lifting himself up and down like a pro. He stroked himself rhythmically and lowered his eyelids. His blissed-out expression was its own kind of aphrodisiac. I’d never been this turned-on from watching my lover. His obvious pleasure gave me confidence. I wanted to make him feel even better.

I flattened my feet on the mattress and bucked my hips. My balls slapped his ass obscenely and fuck, that was kinda hot. Mitch agreed.

“Oh, yes. That’s good. More,” he said.

He upped the tempo and so did I. We moved in perfect unison. When he lost his stride, I held his hips firmly and pistoned upward over and over. He groaned and chanted my name as he stroked himself so fast I could hardly see his fingers. I couldn’t tell for sure, but he seemed close and I didn’t want him to come yet.

“Stop.”

I gestured for him to bend toward me. He obeyed immediately. I bucked my hips as I traced his Adam’s apple. Then I cupped his neck and sealed my mouth over his. The passionate fusion of tongues and bodies were a perfect complement to the sound of heavy breathing and squeaky bedsprings. I wrapped my arms around him and shifted sideways before rolling on top of him, never breaking the kiss.

Mitch hiked his legs and rested them on my lower back, then wiggled his ass meaningfully. He didn’t have to say a word. I knew exactly what he wanted.

I bit his lower lip and rose above him, setting one hand on the headboard and the other on his shoulder. We stared at each other in silent communication. He was giving me the reins and permission to take over and do whatever the fuck I wanted. I grinned down at him and quickened my pace. I pistoned my hips and fucked him relentlessly. Mitch slipped one hand between us to jack his cock, alternately tracing my crack and gripping my ass cheek with the other. Every sigh and gasp of desire spurred me on. Wave upon wave of pleasure built steadily. I couldn’t hold on much longer. And when he froze in my arms and cried my name as his release spurted between us, I was right there with him.

Here’s the thing about orgasms…I’d never had a bad one. I loved sex. I preferred the partner variety over masturbation, but I hadn’t been kidding when I told Mitch it was easier not to get emotionally tangled just to get laid. My right hand worked wonders. But I’d never…I repeat, never…had an orgasm like this one. It gripped me from the inside and pulled me under, holding me in a seemingly endless sea of pure pleasure. Maybe that sounded corny, but it was true as fuck.

I gasped for breath and rode out the inevitable shockwaves before collapsing over my lover. I rolled sideways when Mitch let out an “Oomph,” wrapping one arm around him so we lay face-to-face. We grinned at each other and then laughed.

“That was fucking amazing. I think I really do love you now,” I said.

Mitch snorted in amusement. “I told you so,” he singsonged. “The bathroom is around the corner if you want to take that off your junk.”

I propped myself on my elbow and looked down at the spent condom on my half-hard dick. “Just give me a coupla tissues. I don’t wanna move.”

I kneaded his ass gently when he reached for the Kleenex. Then I impulsively molded my chest to his back and pushed my cock against his hole. I didn’t intend to enter him, but the tip grazed his entrance and fuck, I wanted to do it all over again. He nudged me away and tossed a few tissues at me.

“Not so fast,” he purred.

I slid the condom off, twisting the top as I clandestinely watched him clean up. He finished up and threw the used tissue and latex into a trash can near the bed before rolling over to face me. I scooted closer and kissed his forehead affectionately.