“Come!” I ordered, and Tyler howled as he thrust in my fist, head falling back and mouth open. He was exquisite in his release.
Too soon, he collapsed in my arms, sated. I, however, was ready to blow. I picked him up—it helped to have the strength of the beast, because the man wasn’t light by any stretch of the imagination—and carried him to the couch.
I laid Tyler on his back and removed his shirt. His chest bare, I kneeled over him, my jeans now open and my cock in hand. I jacked myself with quick pulls, my face forming a grimace as I neared completion. Tyler, his eyes wide, watched me with something like wonder. He raised his hand to my face and caressed my cheek.
“Come on me, Felix. Mark me. Make me yours.” And I did. A few more drags of my fist and I grunted, spewing all over his chest, some spunk making it to his cheek and nose. I fell on my hand so as not the crush him with my weight, my now half-hard cock hanging out and dripping semen.