Fire in the Firehouse 8

In unspoken splendor, they two lovers got up, barely able to gain their balance, reached for one another's hand simultaneously and headed to their room. The walk down the hall seemed forever. They adjusted their pace, wanting to envelope one another. Mitch grabbed the stereo remote and cued the first song up, again. Unchained Melody, the classic, original version began to play. The music filled the air with more romance. What was beneficial, all of their surrounding neighbors were gone. Either working, visiting family, or the apartment was for rent. It all worked out in their favor.

Mitch returned to his golden haired lover, reached forward, grabbed the tied material on his robe. There before him his lover's swollen cock popped right out, scrotum slightly tense. Like a drop of dew in morning sun, a tiny tear of precum had squeezed its way out. Then he reached in pulling the soft material off his shoulders allowing it to fall to the floor softly in a piled heap. The sexual energy was increasing. The candles, the music, the bond they formed when proposing to one another. The events of the entire evening in general just became to much for them to bare. They had to express their love to the ultimate level. Their emotions saturated the air. Their bodies began sweating in the darkest regions, mostly those with hair as they became drunk with anticipation.

Mitch refused allowing Colby to untie his robe. It became a game of back and forth. Colby would attempt to untie it, Mitch would move away. It wasn't so much frustrating as it was erotic and a turn on. The dance went back and forth.

Colby reached again for the knotted material, Mitch refused, smiling. "Nope. This is fun time, Mitch style." Colby had enough. He'd seen a certain move watching WWE wrestling and decided to incorporate the move. He leaned his shoulder square into the abs of his lover strongly, not violently. In no way did he hurt him. He did what's known as a 'spear'. He used the momentum from his body to drive his lover to the bed. With Mitch taken off guard and a bit stunned, the grabbed the material, loosened it with his hands and completed the act with his teeth. Mitch was stunned. Colby was alive in a manor he'd never seen. It startled him at first until he gathered his thoughts and saw his lover's intentions. He was like a mad man unleashed with a lust to make no holds barred sex. He ripped the cottony-soft material from beneath him and was quick to discard it to the floor.

"Mitch, no offense stud, but this slow shit ain't doin' fuck for me." He reached in, grabbed the remote and cued up one of his classic favorite discs he'd burned, had been in the CD player, Metallica's 'Master of Puppets'. As the song began he reached inside the drawer of the night stand grabbing the tube of lube, squirted a hefty gob on his thick hands, reaching back slid the cool goo in his ass then down the head and shaft of his lover. Mitch was confused what Colby was attempting to do. Granted he had some idea, he wasn't stupid, but what was this sudden change in demeanor?

What Colby did next blew Mitch away. He lifted his hips up as high as he could, aimed his man's cock straight for his asshole holding it with his left hand, came down right on it with no effort. Sure the pain shot through him, sensing the need for some relief, he grabbed the champagne bottle which they'd brought back in the room, since the seal and cork had already been broken it took little effort to release it. He brought the icy cold green bottle to his lips and began slamming some, some pouring down on his lover's breathtaking physique. The shock from the cold inadvertently caused Mitch to thrust deeper into his studly lover. "Oh, sorry baby. Didn't mean to seem like I was splitting you in half. The coldness shocked me. Hope I didn't hurt ya." The golden coifed stud said nothing, sans a sly, sexy smile shooting across his face. He added to the moment, leaned down with one hand and tweaked the other's erect nipples. That did nothing to cool the white hot fire that raged between them.

The sexual energy was at a fever pitch in the room, funny thing, it hadn't really yet started. Things were just getting going. But there was so much positive energy flowing it was incredible. The new choice of music opened this side of Colby Mitch had not yet had the chance to bare witness to.

It was as though Colby had become possessed. Once the pain ceased, he began riding Colby like a cowboy riding a bull. "In case I failed to mention it baby, in college I was my dorm's champion bull rider at the local bar." Winked at him and in a guttural voice, "I'm about to show you how I scored free drinks from the chicks."

Colby caught the beat from the music as it soared through the air. Mitch lay stunned. When the drum/guitar solo started in, he began milking his lover's swollen shaft with his ass, literally fucking himself with his man's engorged shaft. It seemed to Mitch Colby had become one with the music and the moment. His lover's body bucked up then back down. The dark haired Adonis didn't even need to move his hips, he was too entranced in what he was seeing. Moreover how his body and more specifically how his erect prick was feeling. He couldn't get over how Colby moved and bucked his hips. 

Hanging on the wall above their bed was Colby's old straw cowboy he wore when riding the bull in college. He leaned in, grabbed it, as the former song ended, he cued up another favorite rock song, Metallica's 'Whiskey in the Jar.' What shocked Mitch, Colby threw the hat on, as the music beat changed, so did the rhythm of his lover's bucking. What threw Mitch off so much was that out of nowhere Colby began singing. He lost track for a moment of his senses, he became lost realizing his lover had a hidden talent. The sexual tension grew higher as he rubbed his hands on his lover's hips and thighs as he reached back. The flesh on flesh feeling, with the married sensation of swollen cock was drowning them both was desire and lust.

Mitch shot back from his mesmerized state. "Yeah? So you can sing, baby..." Mitch threw his lover off as well. He joined him. The two hunks began singing this eclectic rock song to one another while having sex. Colby was so wild that while singing and being caught up in the moment he didn't exactly realize immediately his cock began shooting off. He didn't even need to stroke it. He wondered for a split second if Mitch had grabbed it, but he realized his lover's arms were folded behind his head, displaying his sexy armpits and the sexy-soft, abundantly thick hair. It was a huge turn on for Colby when Mitch displayed that hair and he knew that fact.

His sperm was firing off anywhere and everywhere. A good portion nailed Mitch is his face. When he realized his man's cum was being shot at him like a water gun, he opened his mouth to capture as much of the white, liquid man-candy as he could. He held it in his mouth, with his tongue he pushed it over his teeth and over his inner cheeks, filling his entire mouth with the sweet and salty fruit of his lover's loins.

Mitch kept getting closer to cuming, but it wasn't coming. It dawned on him, this is what Colby had described to him. He was on the verge and not getting over it, it were as though his body was there at the point, but couldn't climb that final hill. Finally it came, it tore through him like a bull in a china shop.

But the scene had become far too hot, it sent Mitch over the edge. His cum began filling his lover's hot body. His load was so thick and enormous that soon a good portion was leaking back out. It ran everywhere. There was no way this broken dam could be contained now. The smell of man on man sex spilled over through the entire room. 

When Mitch was satisfied he had finished his orgasm, he lifted his fiancee's body off, scooted around back. "I need a drink." Colby thought he meant champagne but Mitch had other ideas. He made his way between Colby's legs. He slowly guided him down on all fours, went round back to clean up. He stuck his finger in his lover's puckered flesh, pulled on it to release a volley of jizz, catching some in his hands, the rest in his mouth. He proceeded to savor every drop he could. He began rimming his lover's stretched hole. It felt so soothing on his overworked, overly stretched anus. Mitch was secretly happy his lover had grabbed the flavored lube. He enjoyed the mixed berry flavored lube mixed with his salty-sweet cum.

Colby wondered if they'd share the cum in a kiss. But the longer Mitch remained between his beefy legs and bubble ass rimming, the more the chances faded. He tongued long and hard, feeling the soft hairs tickle the inner and outer parts of his face. He was drinking in the smells, the taste and the magic of the experience. He was raping his lover's hole with his tongue. But then again, can't rape the willing.

He soon got lost in the moment and the want for the kiss diminished. A kiss would fail compared to what was happening. All his mental focus was on the pleasure the rimming was giving him. His cock wasn't able to ignore all the sensations transpiring round back and soon rose to the occasion. Mitch caught a glimpse as he'd come up for some air, reached between those same muscularly thighs and began stroking his lover's tool with some of the remaining lube, some spent sperm and even a little saliva.

Colby was beside himself when he realized another orgasm was ready to rip through his body. He felt the sensations building and was rather surprised. His skin was damp from sweat here and there, his mouth dried a little. His body heightened for the intensity that was about to shred through it. He'd not been able to rebound that fast since he was a teen. The sensations began building faster and faster until soon his sperm was spilling out all over the bed, some on his sculpted abs, and some on his lover's firm-gripping hand. 

Mitch took Colby, lifted him up off his hands. They were interlocked, cock-on-ass on their knees. Mitch threw his arms back, wrapping them firmly, yet softly behind his fiancee's head, locked at the fingers. This position allowed Mitch to take his cum-filled hand up to the golden haired man's mouth to let him devour his own wad. The scene was unimaginably arousing and hot. The intensity soon had Mitch blowing his own load all over his man's bubble ass as he used the soft skin to stimulate his frenulum enough.

If there'd been any doubt of these two men breaking up, what had just unfolded was more than enough to reassure them both things were going good. 

A brief while later the two men were fully spent. Colby laid down first, Mitch following his lead. "Mitch, that was just fuckin' amazing." He laid with an ear to ear grin. He painted the ceiling with his eyes as the light from the flickering candles poured forth, shadows chasing one another as the flames danced to and fro on their lighted host. They both waited for their bodies to return to normal, but enjoyed the emotion filled ride they'd just partaken in.

"Why are you lying there with the grin, goofball? All you did was ride me and explode all over me. I've never had my cock so used in my entire life. My body's numb, I tingle everywhere. I even experienced that sensation you talked about. Where you can't fully get over that last hill. My God, what a RUSH! And the second time was even MORE intense." At times they carried on like two brothers how they teased one another.