Chapter 21

When I was again buried to the hilt, I felt myself on the brink, and stopped where I was for a full minute to recover. I had, somewhat, but when I began to pull out again, slowly, the pleasure built up and up until suddenly I knew I was over the brink, and with a mindless thrill I thrust forward a third time, hard, and to the hilt.

“Ahh!” Matt cried. But at the same time my cock began to pulse as my orgasm overcame me. I pulled back and thrust again, in the same direction, and again Matt cried out.

As my orgasm continued, I felt the added pleasure of feeling I had found my friend’s prostate.

“You’re cumming, aren’t you?” he said.

“Yeah. Sorry!”

He chuckled. “No problem. Am I that hot?”

I moaned quietly and leaning forward, put my forehead against his back between the shoulder blades. “Yes!” I said quietly, and felt him chuckle.

“I guess we’ll have to try it again some other time,” he said, sounding disappointed but not upset.

I considered. “Actually, I’m still hard.”