Sex & Mayhem 01 Road of No Return (22 page)

Zak moaned, digging his fingers into Stitch’s flesh as he lapped along the crack, paying special attention to the asshole. It was such an overwhelming feeling that Stitch’s thighs started trembling. “You taste like a real man. So fucking good,” whispered Zak.

Stitch didn’t even think about it when he raised his ass slightly, loving the touch, so firm and gentle at the same time. And the compliment? Only making him feel more comfortable. He let the pillow swallow his face and moaned as his dick was back to a steady pulsing again.

Zak’s breath was bathing him in warmth, and Stitch’s pulse rose even more when Zak trailed his tongue lower and gently nipped on the taint. His hands were roaming his buttocks and thighs, gently massaging the flesh and holding Stitch’s ass apart for the licking, kissing, even sucking of the sensitive skin right next to his anus.

It was head-meltingly good, and only got better when the hot muscle probed his hole. Best of all, Stitch didn’t feel like a bitch, or even a girl. He arched his back, as masculine as ever, groaning to be pleasured. In a way, it did remind him of getting a blow job, with less control than he had on top. The realization only made him ponder sucking Zak off. Taking control of his dick like that and teasing him to orgasm.

“Oh, God,” he muttered when Zak’s tongue screwed his ass like it was the best thing since the invention of a deep-fried Mars bar.

“Yeah, you like it when I eat you out?” mumbled Zak into Stitch’s hole, lapping and sucking all over it before going into him in earnest. His tongue stabbed right inside, all the way in like Stitch imagined Zak’s cock would later. The idea didn’t seem all that threatening anymore. Zak was groaning in pleasure, grabbing onto Stitch’s buttocks.

“It’s good, yeah,” Stitch muttered into the pillow, enjoying being the center of Zak’s attention and being taken care of.

Zak laughed, a hoarse, pleasant sound, and started slowly, methodically thrusting his tongue all the way up Stitch’s ass. It was such a strange sensation, being fucked this way, both dominated and dominant, with a man’s face between his buttocks. It wasn’t long before there was a fingertip rubbing the flesh right next to the invading tongue, trying to sneak in. It was the sweetest torture Stitch could ever imagine. He stirred his hips, unable to keep still. His cock, trapped in the heat under his belly, yearned to get into a rhythm of rubbing on something. Not to mention his anus started pulsing in the strangest way. Stitch was not about to pull away, but on the other hand he was torn about asking for more. What kind of guy would he be if he asked for it?

Fortunately, he didn’t have to, as the fingertip slipped into the vacated hole. Stitch shuddered when the knuckle of Zak’s hand touched his ass and the finger gently wiggled inside. “Wow,” uttered Zak. “You feel amazing.”

A moan forced itself out of Stitch’s lips as he gripped the pillow, trying to keep himself in check. It felt so… weird, but didn’t hurt, thanks to all that tongue work. He wouldn’t have done this three months ago, but now? Stitch was lost and he would give anything to his man.

Zak’s warm hand trailed up Stitch’s back, steadying him for the slow but deep thrusting he was doing with a single finger. The moves were becoming more and more bold as Stitch’s hole relaxed even further.

Stitch was starting to sense a strange pressure deep inside that he couldn’t pinpoint. His body was giving in as Zak accelerated the thrusts, slapping his hand against Stitch’s ass over and over again.

There was a shame to feeling this good about the fingering, but with just them in the room, it was getting easier to forget it with each jolt of pure, fresh squeezed lust to his balls. Stitch grunted into his new beloved, the flowery pillow. He hugged it and didn’t even notice when he started moving his hips against the other one. A deep heat gathered in Stitch’s chest, and a little voice in his head kept urging him to ask for more, telling him that it would be good to feel Zak sliding his cock inside, all bare and ready to spurt come inside of him.

But he didn’t have to ask. There was pressure at his relaxed hole, and slowly, very slowly Zak screwed in two fingers. He kissed Stitch’s spine, petting him with the other hand. He was taking it slow for Stitch’s sake, spreading him with those two fingers, moving them in and out faster and harder as Stitch’s tolerance grew. Then, with a sudden change of angle, Stitch saw fireworks exploding beneath his eyelids as intense pleasure spread all around his stomach and pulled on his balls.

“Oh fuck!” He scrambled to his knees, overwhelmed by the touch. This had to be the prostate Zak was so eagerly on about. It all made a lot of sense now. Stitch’s breath trembled, and he really wanted to be done with the fingers. He wasn’t some flower that had to be pampered for ages. The fingers were fucking him in earnest now, Zak’s fist slamming against his butt like he imagined his balls would once they’d get on with the real thing.

He let out a low groan when Zak’s hand slid all the way up to his nape and pulled his head up by the hair. Stitch’s whole body was a minefield, where every single touch could end up with an explosion of sensation so intense it made his cock drip. The pangs of pain in his ribs only messed with his mind and made the pleasure more intense in comparison.

Stitch let Zak pull his hair with no complaint, and even pulled up to his elbows, open to his lover like to no one ever before. It was like getting his soul pulled out for inspection. He couldn’t help but tense his ass on the fingers every now and then when the pressure was too much.

The third finger stung a bit, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle, especially with Zak whispering into his ear about how he loved Stitch’s muscular body. He was moving the digits in Stitch’s anus in a gentle circular motion, spreading him farther in preparation for the main dish.

Stitch’s whole body trembled, unable to comprehend all the sensations it had to process. The strangest thing was, he didn’t feel like this feminized him at all. With a guy like Zak next to him, Stitch felt as masculine as ever even when he was about to take a cock up the ass. He didn’t even bother to muffle his moans and grunts, too lost in the moment.

“You ready for me now?” whispered Zak, pushing his fingers in deep as he bit into Stitch’s shoulder blade. Only now that he leaned closer did Stitch notice him trembling slightly.

“Yes,” was all Stitch managed to breathlessly choke out. He was getting exactly what he came for here tonight. He was getting lost in Zak and letting go of the outside world, connected to his lover only. With Zak he didn’t have to pretend. He fell back down, with his ass up high and his cheek on the fresh pillow. There was the sharp sound of plastic, and soon after, the fingers were gone, but he wasn’t empty for long with a blunt cockhead pressing at his entrance slowly, gently. Zak gasped behind him and pressed one of his hands into the small of Stitch’s back. He was radiating heat so intense it almost burned.

“Oh, fuck... bear down on me, baby.”

Stitch swallowed, suddenly unsure if he could actually take all that cock. There was lots of lube though, it should be fine. His breathing got completely erratic with a sudden panic that ambushed him when he least expected it. Zak’s hand on him felt good, but everything else was a blur, and Stitch was sure it would be until he found out what being fucked felt like.

“Stitch? You okay?” Zak’s hair brushed over his spine as his lover leaned down to kiss his skin. And that cock was still there, waiting for the green light.

“Yeah, I just… It’s all a bit much,” he said between one deep breath and another. The hot cockhead at his sensitive anus had him excited even if just for the reason that it was Zak’s dick between Stitch’s buttocks.

“Sure,” uttered Zak, and his rock hard cock slid all the way down the taint, just to trail its way up Stitch’s crack. It only reminded Stitch of how good the rimming had felt.

“I didn’t say you should stop.”

Zak drew in a sharp breath. “You know I’m all ready for you,” he whispered with one more kiss, but his cock was back at the starting line, ready to breach. A bit more lube poured between Stitch’s buttocks, and then Zak pushed in with one strong thrust, holding on to Stitch’s hip. The world shrank down to the sharp but short-lasting ache in his ass. Stitch didn’t even know when, but he gripped on the sheet so hard his knuckles went white. No matter how he stirred his hips, Zak’s cock was now there, with the pulsing shaft stretching Stitch’s sphincter. Breath caught in his throat. It was all too much, even though it wasn’t at the same time, because there would never be too much of Zak for Stitch.

Zak shuddered on top of him, and with a rapid move, his warm hand was against Stitch’s ass. “Oh, God, you’re so tight, baby. So tight,” he rasped, burying his face and still wet hair against Stitch’s spine. His breath was caressing Stitch, soothing him even as the pulsing pain continued making him stiffen up against the intrusion.

Stitch’s body was torn where his mind was already set. He could hardly breathe, even with the neverending, fervent kisses constantly showering his back. He imagined he’d be embarrassed to hear words like this from a man, but he only felt appreciated, excited, and ready to be free of society’s constraints. His lover was clearly turned on like a dog in heat, his own dick throbbed and dripped with precome, and both their bodies were on fire. Stitch let go of his inhibitions and slowly circled his hips against Zak’s. Even with his ass hurting slightly, it was nothing like what he’d experienced earlier tonight.

Zak groaned, rolling his head over Stitch’s back. His mouth was there, sucking, biting, pulling on the skin as he pushed his cock farther in, shivering. His hand was all the way up on Stitch’s nape, but it wasn’t a gesture of dominance, it felt as if Zak was protecting him, calming him down with this simple gesture. His hips were making tiny, shallow moves, but even that was straining, the thick meat making Stitch's tight flesh burn. But the more they ground into one another, the more pain seemed to disperse, replaced with wonderful friction, generating a heat that enveloped Stitch’s whole groin, stomach, legs, chest.

“You good?” whispered Zak, sliding his free arm around Stitch.

“You’re so hot and amazing,” Stitch said, surprised by how his voice trembled. Having Zak’s dick inside, pushing and throbbing, was so intense he barely managed to speak at all. He never thought it would be so freeing to do this. His knees were too strained, so he slowly slid back to the covers with Zak on his back. His thighs shook with the effort, but his pride wouldn’t let him just collapse. When he lay on his stomach, his ass only clenched on Zak’s cock harder. All the emotions rolling over Stitch’s body were simply too much. He had to close his eyes to stop the stinging underneath his eyelids. Only it didn’t work.

The room was silent, coming alive only with the sounds they were making. Tiny groans, gasps, the occasional moan, skin slapping on skin, the scratching of Zak’s fingers over Stitch’s back, the crisp bedsheets rustling, the gentle creaking of the bed somewhere in the background. It was so pure and wonderful, just what he needed to feel safe and cherished, with nothing distracting Zak from him. That strong wonderful body was trembling every time Zak pushed his cock in, every time he pulled out. He was being slow and gentle, but still stopped from time to time, clearly giving himself a moment to calm down. No one had ever wanted Stitch that much. And with that cock making Stitch feel so incredibly good, warm and soft inside, it was getting harder and harder to control himself.

Stitch was open to each of Zak’s moves, his own cock stiff as steel and twitching each time Zak’s cock brushed against Stitch’s prostate. It was bliss. Stitch pulled one of his arms back to stroke Zak’s ass, the skin so hot and tense under his fingertips. He was overwhelmed by just how at ease he felt with this man. A deep sob was building up in Stitch’s chest, and he couldn’t push it back. It surfaced with all the other memories. The divorce, the arguments with Crystal, messing up at cooking, Zak cheating, Smoke’s body mauled with bullets, losing all the drug money, the impotence of not being able to fight back. He could let all that go with the man he loved.

He dug his fingers into Zak’s skin and let go for the first time in years, without even trying to muffle his sob.

Zak stilled over him before quickly pulling him into a close hug. His mouth was right next to Stitch’s ear as he spread his body over Stitch’s back all the way, with his cock lodged deep inside. “What is it? Do you want me to stop?” he asked, breathless.

“No, please, be close to me,” Stitch whispered, feeling the wetness under his eyelids. He lived in a culture where being tough was the only currency. He didn’t even cry when he was alone. Being able to let it out made him just as relieved as having the amazing hot body on top of him. Made him remember he was still human, not a man whose muscles were made out of violence and bones out of fury.

Zak’s hand slid under Stitch’s jaw and turned his head to the side, just in time to meet his lover’s hungry, fervent lips. In comparison to the primal rhythm of a cock pushing into Stitch’s ass, the kiss was surprisingly gentle, and he couldn’t bring himself to break it despite the pain in his back and neck.

Zak growled into his mouth like the animal he was, his hips slamming against Stitch faster. Harder. Stitch knew Zak was going to come soon, so he moved with him, rubbing his own dick against the pillow and only stimulating the thrusts. The thought that Zak was bare and would be coming inside of him had his cock eager to join the orgasm bandwagon. Stitch was close, so close. He moaned, kissed, bit, uncaring if Zak saw him crying or not.

Within seconds, Zak’s mouth fell off his with a sharp gasp, his cock slammed into Stitch with two powerful stabs only to remain there, buried to the hilt as Zak’s body became a burning hot statue. His cock was pulsing with a well-known rhythm, spilling right into Stitch’s willing hole, filling him up, creaming him, and yet Stitch felt as masculine as ever. He wasn’t ‘serving’ another man, they were doing this together. With the pillow not being a good enough lover after all, Stitch made the effort of lifting Zak slightly and reaching to his own cock for a quick jerk off. His ribs hurt, but nothing could distract him from the thought of sweat, come, and hot, firm muscle. Stitch was more aware of his body than ever, but his body wasn’t his anymore, it was connected to Zak’s. He came with the lowest of grunts, with his ass clenching over the hot meat still throbbing in him. His balls pulled up when he stained the pillow with more spunk than he imagined to have.