Commodus

C O M M O D U S II by reid

Chapter I

"Reid?"

"Hmm?" I murmured, still enjoying the feeling of his body.

"Why do you smell like beer?"

"The British water polo team and I shared in the glory."

Kaj stepped back and wrinkled his nose, "Nice. Sunbaked, too."

I poked him in the ribs, "So - now what do we do?"

"It's up to you," He shrugged, "I'm free for the next week or so."

"Maybe we should talk."

Kaj looked over at Udo, who seemed to understand pretty quickly what was going on. He stepped back and stood by the door to the arena, not wanting to interfere too much. For a moment, I wondered if maybe I'd brought up a sore subject again too soon. It was hard to tell, what with all the joking we did, when seriousness was appropriate.

"Let's take a walk." Kaj said as he pulled on his sweatshirt.

I nodded as we walked out of the tent into the late afternoon sun. The torrid heat of the daytime was beginning to burn off, leaving the ground feeling burnt. The promenade outside the arena had cleared up quite a bit. Some tourists remained to take pictures as well as some of the athlete's families. Somewhere far off, I could hear the cheering and assumed that the water polo team was still being celebrated.

Kaj slid his hand into mine, interlocking our fingers together. I looked at him nervously, indicating Udo with a nod of my head. Kaj simply smiled and gave me the same look he always gave when I began to worry about - public displays of affection. Damned if he wasn't usually right, too.

We began to walk across the large open area, in the general direction of the Olympic Village. Idly, Kaj swung my hand back and forth between us as he took sips from the water bottle that Udo had handed him. His shoes scraped the pavement softly and I listened to the sound of seagulls that had drifted in from the beach. I felt his hand, warm and tacky, mashed together with mine.

The softness of his hand felt better than almost anything I knew; it was the kind of sensation that makes everything else in the world seem insignificant.

For a moment, I looked over at Kaj. His blond hair stood up in spikes and his cheek had stopped swelling. Along with his slight attempt at a chin beard, it added an edge of ruggedness to his baby-faced features. Just as soon as I looked at him, I turned away and looked at the setting sun. Letting him see me would be as good as admitting my feelings.

"Did you pee in a cup?" I asked as we walked down the steps that lined the promenade.

"Not yet," Kaj said through a yawn, "They gave me 520 milligrams of cow anus diuretic or something like that. It's supposed to help the process."

I couldn't help but laugh. I knew it encouraged him but - I couldn't help myself.

Eventually, we made our way down by the long river that ran through the Olympic Village. Behind us, Udo walked fairly inconspicuously. Along the way, I noticed several other people being followed around by their own Udo. I had grown to learn that such things weren't uncommon in the world of amateur sports.

By the time we had made it down by the water, the sun had set. It was a crystal clear night and when I finally looked upwards at the sky, I was amazed. Greece had a different set of stars than Southern California, I now realized. I inhaled through my nose, smelling the sunbaked earth and the mist off the water. Part of me wished I could stay and live in the Mediterranean.

"You don't have to." I said as we walked over a large arching bridge.

"What do you mean?"

I sighed, "You don't have to quit."

He nodded, "Ah, I see."

"I'm serious. I'll force myself to deal with it."

"You know, you're not the only reason I'm quitting."

"Yeah," I said tiredly, "But I'm part of it."

Kaj chuckled, "This has been 'me' for pretty much all my life. I'm ready to be something else."

"Like 'daddy'?"

He smiled, "Eventually."

"Wait," I said after a pause, "You're gonna let Dag get your dad's undivided attention?"

"My dad is too old to keep going like this. After tommorrow, I think the family sport will finally be retired once and for all."

"So Dag is quitting too?"

"He just got into law school. He won't have time for much else."

I nodded and chuckled a bit myself, "Do you think their marriage could survive your dad being home so much more?"

Kaj laughed, "We'll see."

I yawned as we kept walking.

"Oooh," Kaj said suddenly and then he stopped, "Oooh, I think that's it."

"What?" I asked as he let go of my hand and pressed it against his stomach.

"Udo!" He said, gesturing.

Udo hurried forward and presented Kaj with what looked like a ludicrously small orange container. Kaj grabbed it and did the classic "I gotta pee" limp over into a group of bushes. That didn't exactly look like it was in the Olympic Spirit.

"Reid!" He hissed, "Get over here!"

I walked over to him, making sure that nobody was watching what we were doing as I shielded his specimen collection procedures. To my surprise, Udo followed me. Then I remembered the embarrassing truth: doping agents were required to watch the specimen being collected. I smiled. This could be good fodder for at least six months of ribbing.

Wanting to give Kaj some privacy, I turned my back while he did the deed into the container. Trying to look casual was tough as I looked around, listening to the sound of a concert going on back inside the village. It was all I could do not to start laughing like a hyena.

"You okay back there?"

"God damn it - no, just - I can do it!"

This was too much. I broke up laughing and snickering as Kaj finished and handed the jar to Udo for official sealing procedures. Kaj elbowed me in the ribs as he stood up and pulled his shorts back up. I tried to stop laughing as Udo sealed the jar and handed Kaj a wet nap. That alone sent me into another fit of laughter, this one so incapacitating that my knees buckled and I fell onto the grass.

After Kaj had wiped his hands off, he and Udo shook hands. Udo left back for doping control while Kaj stood over me. He laughed sarcastically as he balled up the wet nap.

"Yeah - You liked that?"

"You think you had it bad? My cheeks hurt from laughing!"

Eventually, the laughing stopped and I wiped my eyes. I laughed again and coughed, enjoying the pure humiliation Kaj was have felt. It alone was worth the emotional strain of the Olympics. Now it was over and I could laugh again.

As I laid back on the grass, recovering from the strain that hilarity places on one's system, Kaj smiled sweetly. Before I could react, he tossed the balled up wet nap right at my face. It struck me on the bridge of the nose, still wet and terrifyingly warm. I retched and tossed it off me, looking up at Kaj in offended horror.

"Ok - THAT was over the line!"

"I thought that was pretty funny!" Kaj laughed.

Still laughing sarcastically, he walked ahead. Before he could get too far, I lunged forward and grabbed his bare ankle, pulling him down onto the grass. He scrambled, trying to get back up, but my size was too much and I soon straddled his hips.

Every so often, Kaj and I wrestled in a casual way. He taught me various reversals and basic tactics, but even with his fourteen years of experience to my hour or so, he never really got the upper hand. I, at 6'1" and 160 pounds, greatly overmatched his 5'8" and 126 pounds. It was the laws of science and nature overruling the laws of sports and leisure.

He wheezed as I sat down firmly on him, holding both his hands down with one of mine. In the other, I held the wet nap. Sadistically, I held it above his face.

"Hey! I already kicked one ass today, man - you want to be the second?"

Kaj squirmed ineffectually.

"Are you sorry you threw this at me?"

He stopped squirming and relaxed underneath me, "Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I'm sorry."

I didn't say anything. I lowered the soiled cloth slightly.

"Okay!" He yelped, "I'm sorry I threw it at you."

Again, I was silent. A look of disgust came over Kaj's face.

"I'm sorry I threw it at you - sir."

I smiled and dropped it anyway. He convulsed under me and gagged, throwing it aside and bucking me off. His anger disappeared when he realized that, instead, I had dropped the tag from his sweat shirt. It had fallen off from pure wear and tear when I'd pulled him to the ground. Kaj looked at me with begrudging respect.

"Good one." He said, sounding like a Miss America runner up congratulating the winner.

I stood up and held my hand out, offering it to him. I should have known better. I should have learned my lesson at that point - but deep down, I knew it was sort of a courtesy. Of course, when Kaj took my hand, he pulled me forward and I fell on top of him. The feeling of his muscled body sent a chill through my spine as my face hung over his, the stars reflecting in his blue eyes.

"Gotcha." He said, thrusting his hips slightly.

Immediately, I felt myself get hard. I closed my eyes and my head began to spin. It often did when blood suddenly left my brain for other, more Southern regions. I felt another chill run up my spine as Kaj began to get stiff, his erection pressing against mine. This wasn't new - but it made my stomach feel fluttery every time.

Before I could open my eyes, Kaj pressed his lips against mine. The sensation of his soft lips nearly pushed me over the edge right then and there. I murmured as we kissed, his tongue sliding over my lips and into my mouth, his tastebuds tickling my gums. I pulled myself up slightly, knowing that if I felt his throbbing hardness anymore, something very messy would happen.

I let my hand rest on his cheek as I kissed him back, our lips wrestling and our tongues caressing one another. The sound of our lips smacking as we kissed brought me back to earth. Reluctantly, I broke the kiss and looked around, thankful that no one had stopped to gawk at us.

"Okay - we need to move indoors." I panted and stood up, carefully fixing myself.

Kaj groaned and stood up, brushing the grass off the back of his sweatshirt. His hair had begun to go limp with sweat and his tanned cheeks were flushed. I paused and admired him in all his aroused glory.

"Yeah - we should probably hurry. Dag has to be back by eleven."

I angled my neck to look at the large clock tower. It was only 9:30. That was more than enough time to shower, have sex, do the gross-but-necessary cuddling and making out, before Dag would come back. Then we'd listen to him bitch and moan about how Greece dares call itself a capitalist country. After that, we'd sleep.

Chapter II

Quietly, we made our way through the hallway of the dormitory. The American wrestling team had been assigned to the same floor as the Equestrian, Badminton, and Volleyball squads. This had provided a comical moment when Kaj and I had handily defeated the American men's badminton team in a casual match.

The only problem had been trying to sneak me in without any strict official could see and take issue. The few that had seen me were either American themselves or from reasonably progressive nations that didn't frown on guests in the dorms. As long as we didn't cause a disturbance, we'd been able to arrange things quite nicely.

Kaj slid his key card through the lock and it beeped softly. He pushed the door open and immediately noticed the note on the bed. A smile crossed his face and he punched me firmly in the stomach before sitting down on the bed. The impact knocked some wind out of me and coughed in surprise.

"Check this out," Kaj said happily, "'Dad wants me to stay with them at the hotel tonight so he can make sure I don't get fouled up. I'll see you guys tommorrow. Dag."

He looked up at me, almost impossibly gleeful.

I smiled and nodded my head, "Yeah, that's pretty - yeah."

Kaj slid forward to the corner of his bed. With no warning, he reached forward and grabbed the front of my wind pants, his grip like that of a vice. My hard on hadn't fully dissipated and the sudden pressure brought it back. With an amorous smile, he massaged me hard through the silky Adidas fabric.

"Okay," I gasped, holding his wrist, "Careful now."

Kaj stood up and began to walk towards the bathroom, the smile still on his face. I had no choice but to follow, his grip ironclad. Every so often, he squeezed and stroked me, sending me close to the edge but never letting me slip over.

We proceeded into the modest bathroom. In the week we'd been in the room, the three of us had handily managed to turn it into a disaster area. Underwear, dirty shirts, Dag's used floss, and Kaj's charming habit of leaving combs with crusted hair gel lying around all made up a charming mess.

Kaj released my groin from his hand and bent over to turn on the shower. The sight of his tight ass through the blue fabric of his sorts tantalized me. When the water was running at a desirable temperature, Kaj walked over to me. He pressed his lips against mine and kissed me deeply, his tounge sliding back into my mouth.

As we kissed, I felt his hands slide under the front of my t-shirt and over my stomach up to my chest. My knees felt weak and I moaned, muffled by the kiss. Sweat rolled down my temple and down my cheek. Usually that made me feel itchy - but now I just didn't care.

Our kiss broke only as Kaj pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it to the side. In the back of my mind, I could hear what my mother should have said about things like that: Somebody will break their neck! It was odd, but even in the heat of the moment, weird thoughts often popped up in my brain.

We began to kiss again as Kaj slipped off the sweatshirt and kicked his shoes off heedlessly. His strong arms wrapped around my back and the muscles bulged as he pulled me close. I could feel his heart pounding through the grey fabric. At that point, neither of us cared that we'd been through the most ,in my case, emotionally and for Kaj, physically demanding day of our lives. Somewhere down deep, we tapped into that special added reservoir of energy.

Kaj tilted his head back to kiss me as I pulled back and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt. Not wanting to break the kiss for any longer than we had to, I quickly yanked the shirt up and off of him. Our lips rejoined as I felt the thrill of his hot, firm torso pressed into mine. For a moment, I thought I'd loose control simply from the feeling of his skin against mine.

My hands rubbed down over his flexing back muscles and down to his hips. I hooked my fingers in the hem of his shorts and began to push them down slowly, my thumb feeling the apendix scar on the side of his taught stomach. He shivered and inhaled sharply, anticipating what he knew would come next.

Our lips parted and Kaj began to kiss my neck gently, licking my ear and running his hands through my hair. My fingers slid his shorts down over his curvy hips and they fell to the floor with a soft thump. Slowly, I let my hands travel back up and cup the firm, hot flesh of his asscheeks. The muscles flexed and became taught as I squeezed, pulling him into me and feeling his hardness again.

Kaj moaned softly, his hot breath tickling my neck. He rested his forehead on my shoulder as I kissed his cheek and then down his thick neck. His left hand grabbed my pants and pulled them, unsnapping the first few buttons. I ran my fingertips over the small white hairs on his hips, stroking the warm skin gently. He still smelled like stale sweat and the old filling of worn wrestling mats. Something about the musky smell turned me on and made me even harder. Almost painfully so.

In one lustful move, Kaj pulled on my pants again and nearly ripped the buttons apart all the way. I undid the final few and stepped out of the blue pants as Kaj began to pull my boxers down. I shivered as the open air hit my bare ass, goosebumps standing up all over my body.

The only sound in the room was the running shower and our hot panting. Somewhere outside, my ears picked up the concert. Whatever music it was didn't matter. Nothing mattered other than Kaj. All I wanted was Kaj.

We stepped into the shower together, not wanting to part for even a second. The hot water instantly coursed over us, running down my back and sending another shiver through my body. Within seconds, we were both soaked. Kaj's hair hung damp against his forehead until he pushed it back in his usual practiced manner. Our lips mashed together, hot and wet, and our tongues wrestled playfully.

While I'd been distracted by our kissing, Kaj had grabbed the bottle of aloe vera body wash. In one cold gush, it came down between our bodies and began to lather in the hot water. The fresh clean scent filled the shower as I began to rub it over Kaj's body, taking time to fondle his muscles slowly. He returned the caressing, slowly cleaning me and ridding me of the stale beer shower I'd taken earlier.

After the hot water had rinsed the lather off, I pushed Kaj back against the wall of the shower. He inhaled and his chest expanded as he closed his eyes. I held him with my hands on his hips, pressing my mouth against his neck and sucking hard. Kaj yelped as I lightly scraped my teeth across his neck.

Slowly, I moved downwards, kissing and sucking at his collar bone. His golden skin still tasted a little salty with new sweat. The hot water coursed down his body, over his dark nipples and down further. Dizzying was how it felt. I thought I knew how dizziness felt but I realized just how much more there was to it.

Wanting to stretch the pleasure out for as long as possible, I got to my knees and dragged my lips down between his pecs and onto his stomach, extending my tounge and licking hard, feeling the muscles under the skin. My chin brushed against the wet curls of his pubic hair. I was close. I was very close. Above me, somewhere in the steamy fog, I heard Kaj gasp. He was close, too.

I pulled back and looked at him. Kaj's erection stood up from his body, five inches of throbbing flesh. Crowned by a thick patch of dark blond pubic hair, it stood up like a rock hard column, his plump testicles dusted with blond hair as well. Even in the wetness of the shower, a thin stream of precum ran down the length of his cock, over the bumps and veins. His foreskin had begun to pull back, exposing the angry purple head. His hands were restlessly running through my hair and I knew he was fighting the urge to stroke himself.

My hand reached up and I ran the backs of my fingers over his bare hip, over the droplets of hot water beading out on his skin. His cock twitched and jerked upward, sending the thick, musky drops of his precum onto my cheek. I gathered them with my finger and licked them off, aroused even more by the sweet taste.

Slowly, my face moved forward and I kissed the head of his cock, letting the tip of my tounge snake out and touch the slit. Kaj groaned and rubbed my head, mashing the wet hair between his fingers. I slid my tounge down the shaft, feeling every throbbing inch against my taste buds. Kaj's cock throbbed and let loose with another thick stream that flowed down over my lips. I couldn't get enough of the taste.

Pleasure was the only thing on my mind. All I wanted to do was make Kaj feel good. I wanted him to forget what I'd said and all the awkwardness. I just wanted him to feel nothing but whatever pleasure I could prove.

With this thought, I let my lips part slowly as I took his thick cock into my mouth. The head throbbed and went rock hard as my mouth firmly and tightly moved down the shaft. My hands moved down Kaj's legs, his thighs feeling like they'd been carved from granite, his calves round and firm. I felt the wet hairs on his legs, stroking them with just the tips of my fingers.

Above me, he moaned. It was a startled moan of excitement. Kaj always got turned on when I touched his legs. Gently, I pulled on the hairs and felt him tense. He began to move his legs and tried to dig his toes into the linoleum. My hands moved back up the insides of his thighs. Kaj tensed again as I pulled my mouth off his cock and began to lick around the sides of his balls, sending more precum down his shaft.

When I felt his muscles begin to go stiff, I pulled back. I didn't want him to climax just yet. Pulling my mouth away from his sack, I kissed his stomach and slipped my tounge into his belly button. Kaj moaned with a mixture of frustration and arousal, his hands holding onto my shoulders for dear life.

Blindly, I reached out and struggled to shut off the shower until my hand located the right tap. The water stopped and we were left in the sauna that the bathroom had become. On weak knees, I stood up and kissed Kaj on the lips, letting his tounge slide back between my lips. His nails raked gently down my back and I felt his wet bangs brush against my forehead.

I pulled my lips away, "I think we're done in here."

Kaj smirked, "Yeah. Me too."

With a loud click, the shower door swung open and we stepped out. Half carrying him, I led Kaj into the bed room and laid him down on the dark blue comforter. Our wet bodies dripped into the fabric, making it damp and dark. We resumed kissing as I pulled him further up on the bed and laid his head on the pillow. Kaj raised his hips while I pulled down the covers and then laid down on the cool, white sheets.

Quickly, I brought my lips back down his body. Over his neck and down onto his chest were I slowly took one of his nipples into my mouth. Hard as a rock. My tounge lashed over it and with each pass, Kaj squirmed under me. As I sucked on one nipple and then the other, licking it firmly, he grabbed handfuls of the sheet and pressed his head back into the pillow.

Licking as slowly as I could stand, I moved down between his pecs and over his stomach. Through his belly button and down his sparse love trail, I tasted the salt of his sweat again. Suddenly, Kaj reached down and grabbed my right hand, holding onto it like the handle of an out of control bicycle. I let my left hand travel up between his thighs and massaged the stretch of skin behind his balls. He groaned as I brought my fingers closer to his asshole, brushing my fingers over the thick, puckered skin.

In one quick movement, I deep throated his cock and pushed my index finger inside him to the first knuckle. Kaj yelped and squeezed my right hand, his sphincter closing around my finger and nearly swallowing it. Inside my mouth, his cock let loose a thick spurt of precum as it throbbed.

Moving my lips up and down his shaft, I felt the ridges under the skin and the thick blue vein as it stood out on the underside. I pressed into it with my tounge, massaging it deeply. Slowly, I entered Kaj even more with my finger as his muscles closed even tighter around me. Gradually, I began to insert my middle finger as well, stretching him out gently, the water providing good lubrication.

"Fuck," Kaj moaned, "I'm so close."

Pausing a moment, I left his cock head in my mouth and left my fingers deep inside him. A second later, I took him deep into my mouth and sucked hard just as my fingers reached his prostate. His balls pulled up and shifted against my chin, the small hairs tickling my face. With one slight thrust, he throbbed and his ass clamped down on my fingers. The only noise he made was a soft gasp.

Kaj's first shot of cum was hot and forceful, hitting the back of my throat with its thickness. Two more shots followed, filling my mouth with their musky taste. I lashed his slit mercilessly with my tounge, alternating between licking and holding it open. His asscheeks pulled together tightly, squeezing my wrist hard. His hard thighs squeezed my ribs like an Anaconda and for a moment, I worried that I might not be able to breath.

Another thick shot let loose as Kaj finally moaned and arched his back, sending a thinner, final shot of his cum down my throat. My mouth overflowed a diluted stream of his seed dribbled down the length of his shaft.

He panted loudly, his hips lowering back down onto the sheets, and his hands let loose of the sheets. I held his cockhead in my mouth as it stopped throbbing, feeling his legs relax on either side of me before dropping onto the bed limply. Gently, I slid my fingers back out of his ass and I missed the tight heat and pressure almost immediately.

Forcing my body to move, out of sexual tension rather than fatigue, I crawled upwards and kissed Kaj on the mouth. He moaned and licked his cum from my mouth, swallowing hungrily. I pulled away and covered his lips with a thin coating of his seed, watching as he licked his lips.

Sweat had beaded out on his forehead and his dark eyebrows looked damp as I stared down into his eyes. They were still slightly dazed in post-orgasmic bliss. Softly, I began to kiss his cheeks and neck, gently puckering my lips against his skin. His pulse thumped in his neck, first it was fast and hard as his chest still heaved and his breath came quickly. Then, as the shock of orgasm wore off, his pulse calmed and his chest settled under mine and I relaxed on top of him.

Kaj stroked my back gently, "Hi."

I pressed my face into the nape of his neck and inhaled, nearly getting high of his scent. His damp skin slid on mine like wet rubber, his muscles relaxed and soft. It took me a few seconds to come down off the sexual high. Kaj's half-erect cock pushed up under my balls, holding them up and pressing against my perineum.

"Okay, then." I murmured into his neck, my right hand playing with his hair.

"Not bad." Kaj said, still catching his breath.

"Yeah - leave the money on the dresser or my pimp will beat me up."

Kaj laughed and pulled my face up for our traditional post-coital kiss. The taste of his cum was still strong in both our mouths, sweet and musky at the same time. This kiss was much less aggressive than before, more loving and affectionate. I doubt anyone that had ever seen us together imagined that we were capable of such a thing.

"Well - now I can say I've fucked an Olympic medalist."

Kaj reached down between my legs and grabbed me. The realization flooded back that I hadn't cum yet. I clenched my jaw and fought with the urge to moan as Kaj massaged my swollen glands. He smiled.

"Not yet you haven't."

When I realized what he meant, I nearly came then and there. Kaj rolled me onto my back and spread my legs, sliding down and kneeling between them. Seconds later, I felt his soft lips begin to kiss my thighs, his tounge tickling my flesh ever so often. His hot breath flowed over my cock, nearly sending me into fits. Which of course was Kaj's exact intention. He knew how he could drive me crazy and he was only too glad to do so.

Just as I thought I'd lose control, he took me into his mouth all at once. The wet, warmth closed in on me as a jolt of energy ran from my scalp down to my feet. This was the most pure pleasure I'd felt in a long time. That was until the next second when he began to suck, firm and strong like a vacuum.

Kaj worked his mouth up and down, sweeping his tounge under my foreskin across my cockhead. Sensory overload was definitely approaching and Kaj knew it. Just as I felt myself begin to cross over the threshold, he let up with his mouth and pulled off. I groaned in frustration at the feeling of the harsh, cold air on my spit-soaked erection.

Stretching his arm up above my head, Kaj grabbed the tube of KY jelly from the night stand. He sat back on his knees and tossed the tube to me before grabbing a pillow. I felt my cock pulse as he placed the pillow under his groin and spread his legs, displaying his tight ass like a brilliant trophy.

My hands shook as I moved over between his legs, admiring how his balls hung back between his thighs against the white fabric of the pillow. Cautiously, I reached out and ran my hand across his cheeks and felt the soft fuzz. I spread his cheeks slowly and exposed his asshole and the pink skin surrounding it. My cock pulsed again.

Opening the tube took all the concentration I could muster as I covered my fingers with a thick layer. I smeared the gel over his hole and tried not to laugh as he jumped, moaning as the coolness of the jelly touched his hot skin. Taking lots of care not to go too fast, I slid my two fingers back inside his ass. It took almost no pressure at all as his insides tensed around my knuckles.

With a deep breath and a moment of reflection, I crawled forward and mounted him. The sensation of his back muscles flexing against my chest felt indescribably good. I wrapped my arms around him and slowly pressed the head of my cock against the slick heat of his sensitive hole. Kaj hitched his breath and I pushed forward, feeling the muscle expand and begin to pull me in. I went as slowly as possible, not wanting to cause any pain.

Kaj laid down onto the pillow, drawing my cock the rest of the way in. Our balls pressed together as my chest suddenly began to feel tight. The heat of Kaj's body surrounded my sensitive cock as his insides massaged me. I knew it wouldn't be long. It never was. I could hold off with my cock in his mouth, in his hand, and rubbed over just about any part of his body. But when I was inside him in God's most forbidden way - I couldn't keep my body from betraying me.

Slowly, Kaj ground his hips forward and rubbed himself against the pillow, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. Under the head of my cock, I finally hit the bull's-eye and drove my throbbing head into his prostate. Kaj moaned and buried his face in the mattress, bucking his hips as he humped the pillow. I matched his movement with thrusting of my own, pinning him to the bed with my cock buried deep in his ass.

I tightened my arms around Kaj's waist and thrust into him, deep and hard. He stopped thrusting and his body tensed as I drove myself as far in as I could. Kaj's insides clamped down hard on my cock as he began to cum again; his muscles massaging and squeezing me so hard it almost hurt. I felt a familiar tingle between my legs and the heat rushed through me.

My first shot flooded him fully and I felt the hot cavity fill with my cum. I buried my face in Kaj's neck, holding him tightly and squeezing him against me. Three more shots followed in quick succession as pleasure seemed to fill my every pore. Several more thin shots left me and I felt my cum begin to dribble out around my cock and down between the collective mass of our balls. Under me, Kaj relaxed and went limp in my arms as my heavy breathing began to calm.

When I trusted my body to move, I rolled over and let my softening cock slide out of Kaj's ass with a gush of my cum and melted KY jelly. My face fell against the pillow and its cool softness felt better than I could have dreamed. Still in something of a fog, I reached up and pulled the comforter and the sheets over us.

After I'd closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on breathing normally again, I felt Kaj move over to me on the mattress. His weight pressed down as he slid on top, his wet, cum coated groin sliding against mine. I opened my eyes as he let his forehead rest on mine, his warm breath tickling my lips.

He kissed me softly, his lips gliding over mine, as he gently pressed our bodies together. I slowly let my tounge slip between his lips and over the roof of his mouth. We kissed a few short times before parting, my eyelids feeling heavy and my body ready to sink into sleep.

Kaj smiled, "Now you've fucked an Olympic medalist."

=To Be Continued=

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