“Where’re the rubbers?” Will responded, trembling, looking frantically around, as he slowly stroked his cock.
“Forget ‘em. Will, I need you!”
Will wiped Robby’s cum from his chin. He mixed it with spit and his own pre-cum. Robby was open and wet.
“Oh, God, Will! Please!” Robby lifted his legs to Will’s shoulders.
Will placed the head of his thick cock at the entrance to Robby’s body. With a small amount of pressure he entered the man and sank into the recesses of his being. He lay there trying to control the urge to shoot immediately. He wanted to savor the feeling of union…wanted to make up for what he had missed the previous night. Will bent down and kissed Robby deeply.
Slowly he began to thrust, straining not to cum too quickly, letting the sensation of their joining penetrate his mind and spirit.
As he increased in speed and power, he realized he was saying, “Robby, I love you,” over and over.