Avoiding Reality Part 1

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Chester's arms were sprawled out on either side of his head. His bottom felt full - a feeling he loved and craved - and the weight of Mike's body right up against his ass made it even better. He reached one arm back, lifting his hand as he blindly groped for his lover. "Where are you?" he asked, the side of his face pressed into the bed. "I want your hand, just for a second."

Mike's head was dropped and his mouth open as he breathed and got himself under control, but he heard Chester and let go of his hip, reaching for his hand instead. "Right here, Ches. I'm right here." He laced his fingers into Chester's and leaned over to kiss him, right in the center of his back. "This is so good."

Chester squeezed Mike's fingers. "It is. I love you so much." His breathing was rapid but steady as he stayed still, drowning in the moment of having Mike inside of him. He knew that the moment was fleeting, that very soon there would be moans and orgasms and sweaty skin smacking together, but for just a few seconds, it was more.

"I love you, too." Mike dropped a few more kisses to Chester's back, then slowly pulled his hand away from Chester's grip and moved it over to his cock instead. He felt the quake in Chester's thighs, his anal muscles contracting in pleasure as he stroked him slowly, without moving within him. It was all he could do to concentrate and go slow when he wanted to grab Chester's hips and pound him into the mattress, but this was better. He would get to that part in a minute. Right now he wanted to hold still and feel every tremble and reaction that his hand and his cock could get from Chester's body. "I can feel you," he whispered, moving his thumb up and over Chester's leaking slit. "I can feel everything."

Chester was planted right there on the mattress. Mike's weight on top, his cock inside, it equalled Chester being completely immobile. "I want you to feel it all," he said, as his dick twitched and pulsed under his lover's touch. He didn't miss when Mike's lips cascaded around his back, or when his hand pumped him a little faster, and Chester couldn't stop the tremble in his legs as his orgasm came close.

Mike knew all the signs and he wasn't ready for Chester to come, not yet. Without a word he let Chester's dick go. He heard the distressed moan from the back of his lover's throat, but Mike knew he was going to do better now. With his bottom lip caught in his teeth he took Chester's hips back in both hands and he started to move, a slow rhythm of long strokes in and out, and back in again, pressing as far inside Chester's body as he could get. He moved Chester's ass around a little with each stroke, trying for the best angle. It all felt good to him, but he knew if he could find Chester's prostate, it would be better for his lover. The process of finding it was fun, but Mike knew once he did, it would be on. Despite their current position, he'd managed to draw this out much longer than he usually did, and his cock was screaming at him for more.

A few more strokes and adjustments, and Mike finally felt the tip of his cock poke something squishier, and he heard Chester's moan. "Yes, that's it babe," he said, tightening his fingers and holding Chester in place. "I feel it, right there. You like that?" he panted, keeping his aim true with every thrust.

Chester's eyes were squeezed tight as he shouted, "Fuck, yes!" He was hanging on for dear life as Mike hit his spot over and over. It wasn't going to take long and the coil in his balls was going to let go. It was already building at maximum speed, like Chester's orgasm was on a bullet. His mouth fell open as he breathed and his toes curled, even with his injured ankle, which he couldn't feel at all.

"Yes, yes, come for me, Ches!" Mike gritted his teeth as he kept the pace and held on tightly. He could feel his own orgasm on the fringes, ready to burst through, but it was a practice they had perfected. Chester first, then Mike. He had to hold on until Chester let go.

It was only seconds between Mike's sexy begging command and Chester's body rushing over the wall. His eyes shot open as he felt the release, his cum spilling to the mattress under him as he felt his balls empty in a gush. Everything quaked, his ass, his legs, even his back seemed to convulse in that moment of ecstasy.

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