Man And Boy by Luke Preston

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Man And Boy

(Luke Preston)


Dean was rubbing shampoo into his hair and had his back to us now and I guessed that it would be a few seconds before he would be able to open his eyes and turn around. Without thinking of the consequences I took my hands from my head and reached in front. They went straight to Milo's cock and I grabbed it, solid, wet, hard. I pulled on it a couple of times and he shoved back into me in reply.

Before I knew what had happened my cock was suddenly hot and constricted, it slipped into him and the two, perfect mounds of his arse were flat against my hips.

'Make sure you're paying attention,' Dean called out as he put his head under the shower to wash the shampoo from his hair. I want to see you wash in a minute.
'Yes Sir.'

At the sound of his voice my hands flew back to my head. If he'd turned and seen us then I hate to think what he would have done. We were locked together, my cock buried into Milo's arse, rock solid and static, the two of us with our arms up, water splashing our faces.

I couldn't resist; I kissed Milo on the back of the neck, silently and tenderly, he turned his head slightly to show that he didn't mind and then he moved his hips. I felt my shaft sliding out until only the tip was left within him. And then he pushed back again, all the time our eyes stayed fixed on Dean, in case he should turn and see. But he was fumbling about for conditioner or something now, still with his back to us.

Milo pulled forward again, sliding his arsehole so easily around my cock. I felt the pressure of his buttocks lift from my hips as he moved forward and then felt them press against me again as he moved back. He did this again and each time I felt my cock swell further, my balls started to ache and my legs began to tremble. I knew that I couldn't keep this up for long. I knew that I was going to come really quickly. I wanted to hold him around the waist, wanted to play with his prick for him but I daren't move for fear of making too much noise or getting carried away. It didn't matter, he seemed really happy to fuck himself on my cock, in his own time; slowly, deliberately.