Diesel sat on the edge and positioned him between his big, strong, hairy thighs. Triton glanced down to see his cock standing proud and leaking even through the water slicking his body.
The thick cock rising from Diesel’s groin drew Triton’s fingers and he brushed the wet slit in the crown.
“Are you sure?” Diesel rumbled.
“God yes,” he choked out, gripping Diesel’s forearms hard in case he thought of changing his mind. He was everything he wanted. Everything he’d been waiting his whole life for and he wasn’t going to wait one minute longer.
Diesel hissed, and then the room spun as Triton’s back met the bed and Diesel’s mouth closed down over his cock.
Fisting the towels, his back arched on the bed as Diesel’s tongue stroked up and down and slicked around the head of his cock before drawing him deep again. He lost it, gasping and crying out, his legs twisting and head tossing.
‘Easy, baby boy,” Diesel growled around his cock head.
“Please, Diesel, oh please,” he moaned, his eyes following the tongue that made another pass over his dick. He withered as the edge of his release was within reach only to be denied by Diesel’s hands encircling the bottom of his cock and squeezing.
“No!” He pouted.
“Patience, boy.” Diesel’s smile was a wicked flash of torment. “Reach into the nightstand by your head and grab the condoms and lube.”
Triton’s hand slapped around until the goods were dropped on the bed. His hands were back to fisting the bedsheets and he almost jackknifed off the bed when Diesel’s large hands pulled his ass cheeks apart and the man sent the flat of his tongue stroking against his hole.
“Oh…Diesel,” he breathed, goosebumps raced over his skin just as Diesel’s mouth slathered over him, stretching him open before slipping inside. Low murmurs of encouragement came from Diesel and along with his tongue, teeth nipped gently at the inside of his thighs, spreading him wider.
The snick of the lube bottle opening met his ears and then Diesel slipped thick, blunt fingers along his crease and probed at his pucker. Triton reached and pulled his knees to his chest, biting at his lip.
He savored the vision of Diesel between his legs, a look of intense concentration on his face as he began to finger fuck him.
Then he lost his own air in a huge spasm of need, so ready to fly apart for this man.
Diesel went to withdraw, but Triton clamped his legs around him and kept him there.
“Don’t leave me,” he whispered through the tears.
A large hand came up and brushed the tears from his temples and cupped the side of his face.
“I’m not.”
Diesel’s covered cock replaced his fingers and Triton gasped. He held onto Diesel’s wide shoulders and wrapped his legs around his hips as Diesel pushed forward.
He wanted it fast, but Diesel took his time, tormenting him until he was begging again, the sound nonsense but filled with so much unsaid.
Diesel stared into his eyes, his own dark with a hunger and heated desire he’d never before seen. Triton panted and tossed his head. None of the quick fucks or Clay’s selfishness during sex had prepared him for Diesel.
“Eyes here, boy,” Diesel growled, and Triton’s eyes snapped back to hold Diesel’s as the past disintegrated. This moment here and now was all consuming, all that mattered.
“Yes, I’m here,” he replied with a breathy whisper, parting his thighs wider.
Diesel slid home, and Triton’s back lifted from the bed as he was impaled.
Owned.
Fire flashed from the base of his cock and upward before splicing low into his belly as the big cock nudged and then bumped that sweet spot deep.
He found the room swinging again as he was lifted by way of a large arm around his waist. Diesel sat up, and Triton found himself straddling the man’s hips, facing him.
Diesel’s cock slid deep, filling him so full, so fucking everything. Hands cupped his ass, clenching hard, and Triton gripped muscled shoulders for balance as he was lifted and then lowered on Diesel’s massive cock.
His own prick rubbed against the slick muscles of the man’s chest. With Diesel doing all the work, Triton let his legs relax to the side, his hands clasping muscled arms, his back bowed.
“I’m going to cum!”
He shouted, his cock bounced, and he gave a whimpering, gasping cry before he exploded. His spunk pulsed between them, covering Diesel’s abs.
Diesel slammed home with several more grunts, his cock swelled, and then the big man shuddered, dropped his head to bite at Triton’s shoulder, and groaned into his own release.
Triton arched into the bite, hoping like hell it left a mark. He’d gladly wear Diesel’s mark forever.
When Diesel finally lifted him from his lap, Triton melted into the pillows. Diesel tossed the condom in the trash by the bed and cleaned them both up with the damp towels from the pool.
Triton smiled when Diesel pulled him close against his chest. The man’s large palm smoothed up and down his back.
This tenderhearted man had become his whole world.
Diesel was everything. Everything he wanted in life. Now, he just had to make the big guy see that age meant nothing when love was involved.
Diesel
He woke up to a warm, wet mouth wrapped around his cock.
Triton popped off the tip and tongued the length of his dick before licking his sac and then lower.
Diesel groaned when Triton tongued his hole. Reaching down, he lifted his legs, letting the boy do what he willed. Triton breathed against his skin and then nibbled at his entrance.
Searching the nightstand table, he found the condoms and lube.
Yanking back the covers, he met Triton’s bright blue eyes and smiled.
“Good morning,” Triton whispered, and then sent the flat of his tongue from his crease to the tip of his engorged cock, drawing Diesel’s back from the bed.
“Oh fuck, baby. Put this on.”
Triton gazed at him, wide-eyed, and then a smile that lit up the room stretched his shiny lips. The boy rolled the condom down his own impressive cock and palmed some lube.
Diesel loved that although wide-eyed, Triton didn’t hesitate. Anticipation tightened his gut.
Positioned between his spread legs, Triton slipped first one finger in and then another, increasing the pressure. Triton went straight for that little bundle of nerves and pressed his fingers deep.
“Fuuuuck. Nnnnh,” Diesel groaned, his back bowing from the bed.
Triton withdrew before placing the head of his cock in and easing forward until he was deep.
Gripping the side of the mattress, Diesel stared up at Triton’s flushed face.
“Fuck me hard, boy,” he ordered.
Triton gasped, thrusting his hips hard, until Diesel felt every inch.
Sweat glistened on their skin as Triton ground his cock into him over and over. The boy’s cries matched his own groans.
“Oh fuck,” Triton panted. “I’m gonna cum!”
“So close, baby.” Diesel gripped Triton’s hips, causing the boy to pound into his ass.
Diesel set up a punishing pace. He grabbed his own cock and pulled on it in time to Triton’s thrusts.
“Diesel!” Triton shouted and convulsed over him, gasping and crying out.
Diesel’s release rolled up and over him at the same time that a deep groan pulled from his throat.