Baby, It’s Cold Outside

Rick came for the second time that night. He seemed to be losing all control of that and would be coming easily again and again throughout the night, until his balls were aching a dull ache of being milked dry and then milked again.

Rick gagged as Leon creamed his tonsils. The big black withdrew, and Winston turned Rick on his back against the sofa arm again, stuffing a pillow under the small of Rick’s back so that his ass was elevated. Winston twisted to hover over Rick’s torso. Rick’s left leg was bent and reached his jeans on the floor in front of the sofa. His right leg was raised and trapped between Winston’s left side and the back of the sofa. Winston’s right leg was also bent, his foot buried in Rick’s jeans. He’d use that foot for leverage in his thrusting.

Winston placed his forehead on Rick’s and looked into Rick’s glazy eyes. “It’s Christmas. I’m Santa. And I’m coming down your chimney now.” His little laugh at his own joke preceded the long, long journey of his cock up into Rick’s channel. It was a slow sinking, with Winston glaring into Rick’s eyes, watching for every expression Rick showed. He was fisting the back of Rick’s head with his left hand and had the fist of the right hand pressed into the side of the sofa arm, keeping Rick in place. The cock slowly came out to where only the bulb was encased and then a long glide in. Again and again. Long, slow glides, with Rick quivering and sighing with each withdrawal, arching his back and moaning with each long sinking in. Winston took his time, savoring the fuck of the beautiful, young two-hundred-dollar blond man. If only the honeypot realized what some men would pay for his ass.

Rick savored it to. He wasn’t being passive. He got his right heel buried in the sofa cushion and his left heel in the carpeting in front of the sofa and used the leverage of these to lift his pelvis up to meet the slide of the cock deep inside him and then lower his pelvis as the cock withdrew, using every inch of the long cock to caress his passage walls. There was nothing quick or furtive or insistent about this fuck. Rick had never been fucked as sensually as this before. By such a hot man with such control. “Yes, yes,” he murmured. “Like that, deep. Yes, fuck me like that.”