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lube to his dick and lined up between Kurt’s thighs. Lifting Kurt’s legs to rest on his shoulders, he inched forward on the bed. He felt his dick hit Kurt’s entrance, and he gave the standard instruction that every bottom heard when he was about to be impaled on his lover’s cock. “Relax, don’t tense up when I enter, and enjoy it. Just don’t clamp down on my dick, or you’ll be in pain. I’ll stop if you need me to.”

    Kurt smiled up at Phil and said, “Go ahead; take me.”

    Phil applied pressure on the opening, and it began to give way. When he got halfway past the opening, he felt Kurt tighten.

    “Relax, don’t fight it. That’s it; okay, you’re doing good.”

    When the head of Phil’s shaft popped all the way through, he knew he was home. He eased in another two inches, and while it was obvious that Kurt felt it and was not enjoying it yet, Phil knew that his partner would start feeling pleasure fairly quickly. He inserted another three inches, and when he saw nothing else indicating discomfort, Phil sank all the way in until his balls were resting on Kurt’s ass.

    “I’ll just leave it like that for a moment to give your ass a chance to fully adjust. It feels so hot and tight, but not uncomfortably tight. You are some stud, dude.”

    Kurt opened his eyes and smiled. “I feel like there’s a telephone pole shoved up my ass, Mr. Big. Go ahead, I think I’m fine.”

    Having gotten the go-ahead, Phil slowly pulled back as far as he could without popping out and then pushed back in. When he picked up the pace a little, Kurt began to move his head from side to side on the pillow.

    “Dude, that feels fucking fine!” Kurt moaned out.

    “Good. I’m gonna make you feel real good as I pick up speed, baby.”

    With that, Phil increased the pace of his thrusts, and soon he was fucking at his normal rate of speed. Phil could see that he was hitting Kurt’s prostate gland with each thrust as Kurt moaned and tossed his head about.

    “Fucking fantastic, stud. Just fuck me. You’re the man, dude, bang away!”

    Phil went into overdrive, pounding away on Kurt, enjoying each thrust and pull out. He tweaked Kurt’s nipples, sending a shudder through Kurt’s body and putting a smile on his face once more.

    Phil grabbed Kurt’s cock and began to jerk it with one hand as he supported himself with the other hand and continued to drive his dick into Kurt. When Phil felt his climax building, he slowed way down and sat back on his heels, moving Kurt’s legs straight up in the air.

    “Ahh, why did you slow down?”

    “Because I was getting ready to bust,” Phil replied.

    “So am I; bang the hell outta me and let it fly!” Kurt pleaded.

    “Your wish and all that….”

    Phil pulled Kurt over to the edge of the bed while he stood beside it. Kurt began to jerk off as Phil slammed into Kurt’s ass as fast as he could move his dick. It wasn’t too long before Phil felt the climax building once more. When he saw Kurt shoot his load all over his stomach, chest, and face, Phil’s orgasm reached the point of no return, and he began to shoot deep into Kurt’s ass, grunting and groaning each time a stream flew from his cock.

    When he was spent, he lowered Kurt’s legs so that his feet rested on the floor. Both men were breathing hard, and a major sense of contentment spread through Kurt. Phil pulled out, removed the condom, wrapped a tissue around it, and threw it into the bathroom trashcan.

    When he returned, he found Kurt exactly as he’d left him. He took Kurt’s legs and shifted him around on the bed so that he was laying the correct way. Kurt inched his way back to the top of the bed, and Phil lay down next to him, still catching his breath.

    “Damn, that was a good fuck,” Phil said.

    “You’re telling me. I know it’s been a while since I took the dick like that, but I don’t ever remember it feeling so damn good or putting me in the place I’m in right now mentally. I don’t feel an ounce of tension in me.”

    “Now that you mention it, I don’t either,” Phil replied.

    Kurt yawned and said, “You know what, guy? I need a nap after that pounding you just gave me.”

    “Do you want me to get a washcloth and clean you up a bit?”

    “Would you mind?” Kurt asked.

    “Not at all. Any washcloth from your bathroom okay?”

    “Yes,” Kurt replied sleepily.

    Phil got out of bed, found a washcloth, soaked it in warm water, and returned. He cleaned off