Shell Shocked

But Mario didn’t stop. He buried his face in the hollow of Jake’s neck and kissed and sucked at him there. He stroked Jake’s cock and fingered the bulbous knob at the end until Jake stopped fighting him and started moving his pelvis rhythmically with Mario’s stroking.

Mario brought his left hand down, ran it under the rim of Jake’s shorts and briefs, and pulled them down to below his butt. Then he pulled his own shorts and briefs down. He brought his hand up, spit on it a couple of times, and rubbed the saliva into and around Jake’s asshole. He spat again into his own hand, and he rubbed that into the precum that was already bubbling out of his horse-hung cock. He placed the head of the cock at the asshole and just let it find its own way in, slowly at first, with a lot of objection and huffing and puffing from Jake.

But, as Jake shot off his own load down the mud-brick wall, he arched his back, lifting his pelvis against Mario, giving him wider entry. Mario’s eight inches slid up into Jake, and, hands on the younger man’s hips, he started pumping the blond deep. The ammunition clips and other gear attached to their belts clanked a tune as they swayed back and forth and clashed against each other.