Jayme & Tripp (Game Wardens 1)

He whooped and went crashing into Jayme, crushing their mouths together. The kiss quickly turned heated, and needy. They hastily stripped out of their clothes, as they made their way across the hall to their bedroom; while still trying to kiss.

Jayme spun him and shoved him face first onto the bed. Jayme climbed up onto the bed behind him, grabbed his hips; and pulled him up to his knees. He waited, hoping Jayme was going to do what he thought he was going to do.

The first flick of Jayme’s tongue had him moaning wantonly. He kept his head and shoulders on the bed, while he reached between his legs to stroke his cock. Jayme used his hands to spread Tripp’s cheeks, so he could flick his tongue over Tripp’s hole. He pressed back against Jayme’s face, wanting more.

He groaned in disappointment when Jayme’s tongue disappeared. Jayme gave his ass cheek a sharp smack, that made him yelp. “What the hell?”

“Don’t move,” Jayme growled.

Jayme got off the bed and went to the closet. He watched him from between his legs, as he pulled a box out; then came back to the bed.

“I got you a little something,” Jayme said. “Close your eyes.”

He sighed, and closed his eyes. “I’d really like for you to be fucking me right now.”

“Don’t worry, this is going to feel just as good.”

He frowned in confusion.

He heard Jayme open the box, and then a minute later the snap of the lube cap. Then something hard, smooth, and cool pressed against his hole. He moaned as it entered him and hit his prostate. It wasn’t as big as Jayme’s cock, but it still filled him.

“You ready?” Jayme asked.

“For what?” he replied.

Jayme then did something, and it started vibrating.

“Oh, holy mother of God!” he cried.

It vibrated inside of him, and against his taint. He spread his legs wider and bucked his hips; fucking his hand.

“Shit, that’s hot. Keep jerking yourself off, Baby, come for me.”

“Jayme. Oh Fuck!”

He felt his orgasm building in the pit of his stomach. It was gonna be a big one, he could feel it. “Jayme, suck me off.”

Jayme moved so that Tripp straddled his face. He gripped Jayme’s short hair in one hand, while the other held him up. He fucked Jayme’s face, while his prostate got assaulted by the toy in his ass.

He came harder than he ever had before and shoved his cock too far down Jayme’s throat; making him gag. He was too far gone to apologize. His body trembled and twitched, as aftershocks rocked him.

“For the love of God, turn it off,” he wheezed.

Jayme chuckled, and pushed him so that he fell onto his back. He reached down and tried to turn it off himself, but he hit a button that upped the vibration. He bowed off the bed, unable to stop the guttural moan that tore up his throat.

“You sure you want me to turn it off? Seems like you’re enjoying it.”

“Off,” he pleaded. “Turn it off.”

Jayme took pity on him and turned the toy off. His body relaxed, and he panted heavily. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

“I’m guessing that was a good present?”

He could only grunt. He was spent. Jayme took the toy out, making him groan.

“I’m gonna go clean this off, because I want to use it now,” Jayme chuckled.

He lifted his hand, and let it flop back down to the bed in response; making Jayme laugh.

“Oh yeah, I’m using this,” Jayme said as he walked off to the bathroom to clean the toy.

Tripp was mostly recovered, when Jayme crawled back onto the bed a few minutes later.

“Come on, babe. I know you want to do it to me,” Jayme said, patting Tripp’s stomach.

“Yes, I do.”

He rolled over, and shoved Jayme back so that he was laying down. Jayme’s green eyes flickered with anticipation. He wanted it, and badly. Tripp guessed that after seeing him lose his fucking mind, he figured it had to be good. Oh, he couldn’t wait to show him just how good it was.

Jayme spread his legs, his hard cock laying on his lower belly. He grabbed the lube and poured some over the toy; before spreading some on Jayme’s hole. He then inserted the toy and looked at Jayme with a cocked eyebrow. Jayme gave him a nod, and he turned it on.

“Motherfucker!” Jayme cried, his hands gripping the sheets.

He sat on his heels in between Jayme’s spread thighs. Jayme’s cock jumped and pre-come dribbled from the tip. He lightly glided his hands up and down the inside of Jayme’s thighs.

Jayme reached for his cock, but Tripp grabbed his wrist. “Wait. Do you think you could come without touching yourself?”

Jayme’s body shuddered, and he nodded. “Yes. Turn it up.”

Tripp moaned, his spent cock twitching back to life. He turned up the vibration, then went back to rubbing Jayme’s thighs. Jayme’s hips rolled, and his chest heaved with the force of his breaths. Fuck, this was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.