He lifted Cain’s legs over his arms and lined his dick up with Cain’s hole. He looked up at Cain, who nodded and whispered, “Do it.” Cain gripped Archer’s thighs as Archer pushed in, gritting his teeth at the tightness that swallowed the head of his dick. Once he was in, he waited, panting, as sweat coated his skin. Cain’s grip on his thighs loosened, and Archer pushed in until his balls hit Cain’s ass.
He lowered until he was on top of Cain, and Cain growled, nipping at his lips. He sucked Cain’s tongue into his mouth, and pulled his hips back before slamming back in.
They both grunted, and Archer closed his eyes, deepening the kiss. He slid in and out of Cain’s ass, moaning at the hot grip it had on his dick, and kissed Cain, their tongues dancing together.
Cain licked his lips, whispered, “Feels so good. Never knew it could feel this good.”
“Always with us.”
“Yeah?”
Archer looked into Cain’s eyes and nodded. “Yeah.”
Cain smiled and closed his eyes, lifting his lips up for Archer’s kiss, which he gladly gave. Being with Cain like this was like coming home. Everything was perfect.
Archer continued to move in Cain’s ass, moaning at the heat and tightness that surrounded his hard dick. He wouldn’t last long, but he needed Cain to come first.
Archer changed positions on the next thrust, and Cain shouted. “Oh fuck.”
Archer grinned and made sure he hit that spot on every thrust into Cain’s body, hearing him cry out. Cain shuddered and jerked, words pouring from his lips, and Archer kissed his sweat damp neck, licking the salty essence.
Cain’s hands scrambled on his back then dug in, holding him tight. Archer loved knowing he was reducing Cain to a writhing incoherent mess and noted to himself that he would do it at every opportunity.
There was nothing better than seeing Cain come undone.
Archer couldn’t stop his hips from moving, and all too soon, he was pounding Cain’s ass, slamming in hard and deep. Cain cried out, moaning and writhing, clenching around Archer as he thrust deep.
Archer growled, biting Cain’s neck. Cain shouted and gripped Archer’s shoulders. “Close. Fuck, I’m so close!”
Archer moved faster, somehow, making sure to hit Cain’s gland and making him scream out.
Cain arched up, his body freezing, then shouted. Archer felt warm wetness between their bodies and felt the tightness on his dick increase. So tight he could barely move and he gritted his teeth to stop from coming.
He moved slowly, prolonging Cain’s pleasure, and when the grip lessened slightly, he slammed back in. He was so close; he knew it would only take a few thrusts, and soon enough he was falling over the edge into sweet oblivion.
He slumped over Cain, his breath rushing in and out of his body, and he felt Cain’s arms hold him close. He turned his head slightly and kissed Cain’s damp skin.
Cain shivered. “Wow,” he whispered.
Archer lifted his head and stared into Cain’s eyes. “Yeah. Wow.”
“I think we need another shower.”
“Then I need to sleep for like a year.”
Cain smiled and kissed him. “Me too. You fucked me out.”
Archer returned Cain’s kiss. “Shower then sleep.”
“I so agree to that.”
Archer slid out carefully and pulled Cain up, kissing him again. Cain smiled and held Archer close. Archer sighed, closing his eyes.
This he could get used to.
Chapter Eighteen
“YOU WANT STORIES of my time in college?”
Walter nodded. “The dirtier, the better.”
“I could tell you about my roommate who had naked photos?”
“What was he doing in these naked photos?”
Archer grinned and sipped from his glass of water. Placing it on the table, he smiled. “You’ll find out.”
“Now I wanna know.” Knox sat and sighed. “Damn, it’s hot today.”
“What I’m telling you cannot find its way back to Mom.” He gave both Walter and Knox a pointed stare. “I don’t want to be in her bad books, you know.”
“That girl of mine can sure hold a grudge.” Walter grinned. “Damn proud of her.”
“Right, okay.” Knox widened his eyes at Archer, pursing his lips.
“Okay. I lived with two other people: Amir and The Terminator.”
“The what?” Knox laughed. “Why the fu—flip was he called that?”
Walter grunted. “The word you wanted was fuck, boy.”
“It might have been.” Knox nodded and looked away.
“The Terminator was tall, broad, and wore shades everywhere. He really thought he was The Terminator. He goes away for the weekend and me, Amir, and a friend of ours, Tak, are drinking and, yeah, doing bongs.”
“Bongs?”
“Well, Granddad it’s a long tube filled with water, and you put your pot in one end. Light it up and smoke it. We didn’t use water, we used alcohol, so we kinda got a double hit.”
“You must have been so fucked.” Knox winked at Walter who winked back.
“So, after a few hits, we decided to look in Terminator’s room. We’re laughing, joking, and stumbling around, trying to figure out how to get into his room without it looking like we broke in.” Looking at Walter, Archer added, “Each room had its own lock.”
“I’m old, boy, not stupid.”
Archer nodded and coughed to stop the chuckle. “We must have talked about it for ten minutes. I mean, we’re drunk, we’re stoned, we’ve got the munchies. Amir tries to door, and it’s open. We stumble through and stand staring at his really fucking boring room. Then we all laugh and start rummaging through his shit, but there’s nothing. I mean the guy was boring as shit. Anyway, Tak notices the box Terminator’s using as a table and carefully moves all the items off the top of it to look inside. It took him five fucking minutes to move four things. He was paranoid that Terminator would notice.”
Knox nodded. “I’ve been stoned a few times.”
“He opens the box and fucking screams. A proper scream that had me and Amir almost pissing our pants. I mean what’s in there that has him screaming like that? I kinda stagger over, and inside is this huge purple dildo and a gimp mask.”
“Amir grabs the gimp mask and he’s pulling it on, and Tak has the dildo, and I’m like, ‘did he have that up his ass?’ Tak throws the thing, and it hits the window, and we all stop and stare. I’m thinking this huge dildo has got to have done something damage, but it’s fine.”
“Tak runs out of the room, screaming he has to wash in bleach, and Amir is pulling the mask on. I take another look inside the box and there are Polaroids.” Archer glanced between Walter and Knox. “Terminator in women’s underwear. Fuck me, I freaked out because he looked good!”
Walter snorted. “Whatever floats your boat.”
“Damn straight. I had a girlfriend once who tried to convince me to wear hers. Nope.” Knox shook his head.
“You should.” Walter nodded. “They feel really nice on your junk.”
Archer blinked and rapidly deleted the comment from his memory. No, he wasn’t having an image of Walter wearing ladies’ underwear in his mind. Coughing, he continued. “Amir’s pulling the mask on, I’m staring at these photos, and Tak comes in shaking his hands. Amir is chasing Tak around the room when we hear this sound. We all stop and stare at each other, and the front door opens. Only three of us have keys, and two of us are in one room.”