“Stop, stop!” Dean begged, “I’m getting too close already.” Marco let go and crawled on top of him, kissing him once again. Dean could feel Marco’s ample manhood rubbing against his own, as he began the thrusting movement that would eventually bring this encounter to its inevitable conclusion. Marco moved down a little bit, and his dick now began poking Dean’s ass. Embracing him tightly, Dean kissed him deeply. Finding the spot he was looking for, Marco slipped inside
No encounter Dean had ever had, had been like this. The slow but deep and passionate thrusts of this beautiful Italian had him totally turned on, totally focused on this man’s throbbing manhood deep inside him. The idea that he preferred to be on top, never submissive, always in total control now seemed obsolete. None of that applied now. All that mattered was the connection with Marco, the feel of him, the smell of him, the sound of his heavy breathing.