Pete's Big Surprise Part 14
Usual disclaimers apply. I don't know these people. This is pure fiction. I welcome your comments. chubbyboyinbama@yahoo.com
Griffin looked up into Pete's smiling face as he felt the tip of Pete's big cock gently press around the edge of Griffin's hole. Pete's smile always made Griffin's body react. And so when Pete smiled down at Griffin Gluck, that big toothy grin of Pete's, Griffin felt a twinge at the bast of his own cock. Griffin, as always, had to resist the temptation to clench his hole, and once he relaxed his hole just a little, the head of Pete's cock slipped inside him. Griffin let out a little gasp and Pete immediately stopped pushing once his head had popped inside.
Pete was an expert cocksman, knowing seemingly all of the tricks to please his partner. Pete knew to stop pushing the moment that he was inside or risk slamming inside of Griffin's ass all at once. That would have sent a brief but sharp jolt of pain up Griffin's spine, and Pete knew this. And while maybe sometimes he wanted it a little rough, Pete sense (correctly) that tonight, Griffin wanted something gentler and more sensual. So he paused, his head inside Griffin's ass, allowing Griffin the chance to adjust to Pete's girth.
Griffin had lost count of how many times Pete had fucked him. Each time had been amazing. Griffin had a little bit of a crush on Pete, and perhaps Pete knew that. But despite all the times Griffin had taken Pete's huge dick, he still had to struggle sometimes (at first at least) to let Pete inside. As he lay there, adjusting to Pete's dick inside him, Griffin just stared up into Pete's smiling, handsome face.
Pete looked down at him and smiled sweetly before leaning down and kissing Griffin on the mouth. Pete had kissed Griffin before. Lots of times. But it was usually more about just making a connection during sex. It was hot to be sure, but not overly intimate. But this kiss was different. Pete lingered with his lips on Griffin's. Pete's tongue gently explored Griffin's mouth, gently batting at Griffin's tongue and playfully moving all around, as if exploring.
It took Griffin a second to realize that this kiss was different. More passionate. He thought for a second that he was only imagining that it was different, but then Pete placed his right hand around Griffin's neck and used it has a lever to pull himself closer. Pete's long, slim frame required him to arch his back upward in order to kiss Griffin's mouth and keep the head of his dick inside of Griffin's ass at the same time. Griffin groans slightly, but any sound was muffled by Pete's mouth covering his own.
Pete placed his other hand on Griffin's neck and and continued to kiss him as he began to slowly push into Gluck's ass. The feeling was so intense. Gluck hadn't seen Pete in over a month, and it had been that long since Gluck had a dick up his ass. So he needed to adjust once again to the thickness inside him. And truth be told, Pete was going a little fast than Gluck could adjust to easily. But this small amount of pain was overwhelmingly countermanded by the intense pleasure of Pete's mouth on his mouth.
Gluck groaned quietly into Pete's mouth as Pete slipped all the way inside of his ass, with Pete's ball coming to rest against Gluck's ass. Pete continued to probe Gluck's mouth with his tongue and stare deeply into Pete's large dark eyes. Pete maintained intense eye contact as he began to slowly slide in and out of Gluck's ass. With each stroke, the head of Pete's cock (which Gluck secretly wanted to measure but he guessed was between 10 and 11 inches long) would gently brush against Gluck's prostate gland, sending a wave of intense pleasure up Gluck's spine and made him feel for just a second as if he was going to cum. The feeling would go away just as quickly, but then Pete's cock would once again brush against his prostate and send another jolt of electricity.
Each time that the head of Pete's cock touched Gluck's prostate, it was almost too much to bear. Gluck's cock was rock hard and gently quaked each time Pete pushed all the way inside. Gluck wasn't touching himself and both of Pete's hands were gently wrapped around Gluck's neck. No matter, Gluck felt with each stroke as if he was going to cum. He also thought briefly that he wished Pete would choke him a little, but Pete's hands were gently and loving around his neck.
The most intense part, the part that Gluck couldn't really get over, was the kissing. Pete was kissing him like they had never kissed before. Like Gluck had never been kissed by anyone man or woman before. The passion with which Pete moved his lips and probed around his tongue was intense. The eye contact was constant. Gluck was so focused on the beautiful tall boy looming over and in him, he didn't even notice how close he was. It caught him by surprise and he grunted into Pete's mouth as his own erection erupted, spurting cum up onto Pete's belly, where it splashed and then dripped down back onto Gluck's belly and cock.
Pete, sensing what was happening without looking, made sure to take four or five good long strokes in and out of Gluck as his orgasm crested and then subsided. The feeling of Pete's cock head pressing against Gluck's gland while he was cumming was too much to bear and also the most amazing sensation Gluck had ever had. As Gluck's cock finished cumming and his orgasm, Pete pushed deep inside him and Pete paused with his cock all the way inside of Gluck's guys. It was a little painful, but overall the sensation was exactly what Gluck needed in that moment as he came down from the crescendo on his orgasm. Pete, almost reluctantly, finally broke his mouth away from Gluck's and moved his mouth down to Gluck's ear to whisper, "Should I pull out or you want me to finish?"
Gluck's body needed a break. Gluck's hole ached from the pounding if had already received from Pete's long, thick cock. Gluck almost couldn't believe when he heard his own voice say, "I want you to finish." As soon as Gluck said it, he thought he should take it back, tell Pete to pull out and give him a break. But no matter what his body wanted; Gluck wanted nothing more than for Pete to stay inside him. To put his seed inside him. For Pete to never not being inside him.
Pete rested the side of his face against Gluck's face. Pete's stubble scratched Gluck's face, but Gluck could think of no place on earth he would rather be. Pete began to slowly stroke in an out of Gluck's hole again, but quickly sped up his pace. Gluck wasn't sure he could handle the quick force for much longer, with a now equal amount of pleasure and pain jolting through him with each stroke. Gluck was enjoying himself so much, despite having already cum which usually took him out of the running for more fucking for at least 20 or 30 minutes. Even though, each time Pete touched Gluck's prostate, the feeling was not more pain than just pressure or pleasure, and Gluck was about to ask Pete to slow down or take a break when Pete whispered into his ear, "I feel so close to you like this. Inside you." It wasn't a joke. It was an earnest and honest truth that Pete had said in a moment of vulnerability. Gluck softly replied without thinking, "I love you so much, Pete."
The moment he said it, Gluck regretted it. Not because he didn't mean it. He did. Gluck loved Pete. Whether he loved Pete like a brother or like a boyfriend, Gluck maybe wasn't sure. But how was Pete going to take this? Had Gluck just fucked his up?
Pete had paused his strokes in and out of Gluck's hole upon hearing the "L" word, and just when Gluck thought everything was going to come to a halt, Pete began pounding Gluck harder and faster than he had ever done before. There wasn't much pleasure, only pressure and a little pain as Pete's big member slammed in and out of Gluck's hole. Pete was silent, his face still pressed against Gluck's. Pete began long, deep strokes, pulling almost all the way out before slamming hard all the way back inside. Gluck began to yelp with each deep thrust slamming against his insides. Just when Gluck thought he couldn't take anymore, Pete tensed and shouted grunts loudly into Gluck's ear, "Take it!" as his cock exploded inside of Gluck. Gluck could feel a harsh warmness deep inside his guts as Pete's copious load flooded Gluck's insides. Pete took a couple of shallow strokes as his body shivered and his own orgasm subsided. Once he was sure all of the cum was out of his own body and safely inside Gluck's, Pete once again slid down (gently this time) until his cock was entirely inside of Gluck once more and continued to rest the side of his face against Gluck's. Pete was silent for a little while and Gluck thought for sure that his use of "love" had fucked up the vibe. But finally, after a long pause, Pete's tall, slight frame fully encompassing Gluck's small body, Pete's long thick cock still fully penetrating Gluck deep in his guts, all of this shifted just slightly so that Pete could put his mouth right at Gluck's ear. Pete's voice was low, a whisper. "I love you so much, Gluck. Being with you, being inside you like this, it's different from anyone else. I love you too." Pete wasn't kidding. He wasn't saying it to be kind of prevent embarrassment. He meant every word. Pete maneuvered his long arms under and around Gluck and they rolled together onto their sides, Pete still wrapped around Gluck, still impaling his ass. Pete's dick was still hard when they both began to fall asleep wrapped up together as one being.
Gluck slept like the dead wrapped in Pete's strong arms. When he woke up, daylight was streaming in through the sheer curtains. Gluck was naked under a warm comforter. Pete was nowhere to be seen. Gluck reluctantly pulled back the covers and examined the sheets. He was relieved to find no sign of Pete's load having leaked out during the night. Gluck relished every time Pete came inside him and loved the thought of Pete's load remaining inside him. Gluck loved carrying around a little bit of Pete inside him. He moved a little and realized just how soar his asshole was. Pete had fucked him harder last night than he ever had before and had even fallen asleep while still inside him. Gluck staggered out of bed and examined his hole in the full-length mirror on the wall. Red, but none the worse for wear. Pete could be rough but he really knew what he was doing.
Gluck slipped on his black boxer briefs and stopped in the bathroom to take the longest piss of his life. He noticed dried cum on his belly. He made his way to the kitchen where he could hear the clacking of dishes and pans. Pete was standing at the stove cooking bacon in a comically small bathrobe that was almost a mini skirt of Pete's tall body. The intoxicating smell of bacon filled the air. Pete turned his head slightly and flashed that giant toothy grin of his. Gluck was still a little worried about having told Pete that he loved him. That seems for some reason like a barrier he wasn't supposed to cross. But Pete's smile put Gluck somewhat at ease. Pete slyly grinned as he said, "Good Morning.....lover." The tone he said this with, playful, coy, as if Pete had read his mind. Gluck laughed as he pulled up a chair at the counter. "Fuck you," Gluck said with a smile. They laughed and joked as Pete made them both breakfast.