Twenty two: The Pleasure Of You

Carlos's POV

The room was dim, lit only by the low amber glow of a bedside lamp.

I had turned off the light earlier before we mounted the bed. I prefer the dim light or no light at all.

 Travis sat over me, his muscular thighs planted by my waist side, sweat already glistening from his broad chest to mine.

Our cocks, both hard and leaking thick white cums.

 Travis' strong arms locked mine upon the bed.

He leaned closer, kissing me slowly at first. Our cocks pressed hot into our stomachs. It felt heavy. His dick.

Soon the gentle slow kiss became a deep lingering one that grew hungrier with every second.

As we kept on kissing, he let go of my hands and rest's his upon my chest.

My hands roamed up his hard back, feeling the stiffness of his smooth skin. The wetness let my hands slide freely, pulling him even closer that our chests meet.

“Travis...” My breath cut against his mouth. My voice was husky with a gasp for air.

He pecked my neck by the side and licked the sweat on them.

That was sweet.

He slides down, dividing my thighs with both hands to get my cock staring at him.

He held my hard cock with one hand, pushing it up to free my asshole.

He held his length and led it into my hole.

My breaths came in short gasps, my body suddenly tightening around him as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter as he thrusts gently.

Although it hurt a little. His dick was larger than Stanley's, it almost didn't fit.

Stanley had a 7'5 inches dick and was big in width too. But his, his was massive.

“Fuck, you're so good,” I groaned, one hand holding my dick for him.

Every thrust is that perfect spot inside me.

He suddenly begins to move even faster. Deep stroke that had me digging my nails into his shoulders to hold him.

The rhythm was steady, fast and sensual.

The slapping sound of our skin meeting could be heard in the room.

My legs wrapped around his waist, my heels pressing into his lower back, beckoning that he goes deeper.

The feeling pushed him over the edge moments later. With a deep, guttural moan, Travis thrust hard one last time and spilled inside me.

I gripped his strong ass with my fingers digging in.

Travis smirked, adjusting his dick so my hole fit back into his thick throbbing cock.

I cried out as Travis' cock sank deep inside me, stretching me open again. Leaving me at his mercy.

Only Stanley has satisfied me like this.

The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room as Travis fuck me harder, exhibiting real raw power.

He was not holding my neck. My body trembled with every deep, relentless thrust.

The feeling was heaven.

My legs still locked around his waist, holding on by Travis' strength.

He stopped after a hard push and rested his forehead upon mine.

I pressed a smile, both of us breathing heavily.

I released him from my grip while we both collapsed on the bed, sweaty and good as breathless.

I shifted closer so that I could rest my arm and leg upon his chest and groin.

The covers were soaked with sweat and sperm.

The smell of testosterone was all over the room.

I was about to praise the raw power of his dick before the door banged open on us.

Jonathan.

Standing at the door, his eyes widened in shock.

“You...” He held back on his words, tightening his teeth and clenching his fist.

Travis jerked quickly, pushing me away from himself like he had seen a ghost.

If he's afraid of what my father would do to him, he should be. Jonathan is he for me and nothing else.

Besides, he knows I'm gay and we identified as dates this evening.

I didn't flinch or try to cover myself like Travis did, I just spread my legs wide so Jonathan could spot my rock hard penis.

I'm sure I got the small thing from his genetics. That pisses me off.

“Do you need something, Jonathan?” I shot the question like a grenade while twisting my short hair.

“Just take a look at you. You...”

“You what?” I cut him off his words. “You slut? Pup? Dirty gay? If you're out of cusses, I should probably give you one. Little prick. Because I got that one from you.”

His eyes darted to Travis.

“Don't look at him. He's mine! You're here for me right? Rant at me all you like.” I said to him.

“Well then, fucking come see me when your dressed. And for the record I don't have a small penis, you masturbating prick!” he left banging the door hard.

I hug the covers, sniffing the dried cum on them. Such a sweet smell.

Travis was already dressed back. So soon? 

Thought he was going for another round.

It ain't easy being a top, but he made it look much more easy.

Stanley won't stop grunting like a dying dick. I still miss him.

How he'd fondle with my body a little before getting me unto his dick.

While thrusting in, he'll kiss me numerous times.

He was perfect. Too perfect.

He'd whisper sweet words that easily turned me on.

“Here!” he threw my clothes to me. “Get dressed and go see your father.” he said with a hint of fright in his voice.

“Hey! What's wrong with you man?” I squint.

I threw my trunk aside and wore my pants that way.

“That was a really good sex tonight.” I remarked, smiling warmly at him. 

I shouldn't be smiling at him anyway. 

“Well, we should never do that again. It's just an act and besides, Stanley isn't watching." He rushed his words.

“Yeah! Right. It's just an act.” I rushed my words too. “You're sure you're not into me right? I could just start something real with you though.” I bite my lip seductively.

He leaned over towards me on the bed. I was expecting a kiss, but then he said. “Its just an act and I'll like to leave it at that.”

I grinned and pushed him away.

“Who says getting hard is an act?” I threw my question at him, expecting an answer.

He walked out of my room, slamming the door behind him.

I heaved a sigh of relief and collapsed on the bed again.

Why is he so mad like he didn't enjoy it too.

Did I not satisfy him like he did to me? Is that it?