Chapter 7

“I’m going to cum,” he moaned.

Miles’ finger moved more rapidly against the rock hard pebble Tony’s prostate had become.

With a muffled grunt, Tony came, sending jet after jet of warm cum splashing across his sweaty torso. He shuddered and shook as each jet was fired, and even after he’d finished, he continued to shudder, his cock pulsing in tandem with each tremor.

They kissed for a little while longer before the wine from lunch and their vigorous lovemaking took its toll. Eventually, both men grew sleepy and fell into pleasant dreams on the carpet of Miles’ living room floor. It was dark when they awoke. Not late, but dark.

“Would you like some dinner?” asked Miles, padding naked into the kitchen.

Tony followed him. “Maybe just a snack,” he replied. “I’m still full from lunch.”

Miles made them a toasted cheese and tomato sandwich, and a coffee.

“I should take you home,” said Miles. “Would you like a shower first?”