Pete's Big Surprise Part 6
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While Griffin Gluck and Pete Davidson were quarantined together for months, Gluck had been in heaven, taking four or five loads from Pete a day. They were so comfortable together. In truth, Gluck couldn't get enough.
But finally, quarantine restrictions had lessened, and when Pete had to go back to work at SNL, Gluck had taken that as a cue it was time for him to go back to his own life. But after a week with no loads from Pete, Gluck was desperately horny and found himself dreaming about Pete's big dick.
The truth was that while Pete played it cool, he was missing Gluck too. They would text a lot and joke, but neither really talked about what they were missing. It's not like they were in love with each other. But they were so close. Closer maybe than to anyone else. After three weeks gone, Gluck found an excuse to be back in New York and when he let Pete know, Pete had immediately said they should hang out.
Gluck hoped he knew what hang out meant. Sure enough, the moment they were alone together, Pete had locked lips with Gluck in a long, more intimate that usual kiss. The two made out passionately on the bed, before Gluck began to give Pete a slow, deep blow job. But when Gluck finally rolled over onto his belly in a practiced move meant to invite Pete to fuck him, he heard Pete quietly say, "No."
Gluck worried for a moment if he had done something wrong. But then he felt Pete's slim fingers wrap around his ankles and guide him to flip over onto his back. "Like this." Pete whispered. In that moment, Gluck realized, much to his shock, that Pete had never fucked him on his back. Gluck was always on his belly or on his side, or bent over a sofa or a chair or a table, but never on his back. "I want to look at you while I do it." Pete whispered with a grin. As always, Pete's grin made Gluck wet with anticipation.
Pete locked eyes with Gluck as he slowly slipped his massive ten inches into Gluck's ass. Gluck grunted, but never broke eye contact. It was incredible. It wasn't like they had ever avoided intimacy, but this was so intimate. So intense. So real. As Pete starred intently into Gluck's eyes, he slowly moved himself in and out of Gluck't tight hole. Pete's grip on Gluck's ankles was tight, and Gluck kept his knees bent so that Pete could get good leverage for his strokes.
Gluck put his hands under his knees to help keep his legs up. His cock didn't suffer from the lack of attention. Gluck's slim six inch cock was rock hard, and seemed to quiver each time that Pete bottomed out in Gluck. Pete was so large that when he went all the way in, Gluck would feel a whelp of pain. But this time, something about it made Gluck want more. What he didn't quite understand was that just before the pain, there was a flash of pleasure as the head of Pete's massive dong brushed against Gluck's prostate.
Gluck couldn't speak at first. With each stroke he would grunt softly at the flash of pain. Finally, he willed his mouth to ask Pete to slow down, but instead he heard his own voice say softly, "Harder." Pete didn't smile at this. He just kept staring at Gluck as he quickened his pace. "uuuh, harder." Gluck whispered. Pete quickened again. "Harder" Gluck heard himself say. As Pete quickened once more, the thrusts gained no only speed, but intensity. Had someone been standing across the room watching, the view would have been impressive. Gluck's small, slim frame on the bed, poised in a submissive, receptive position, his long hand brushing across his face with each stroke. His hard dick, untouched, but shaking with each of Pete's strokes. His smooth chest glistening with sweat.
And Pete was a vision. A tall, slim, toned Adonis. His arms and torso all but covered with tattoos, stark against his pale skin. His short dyed blond hair, his big lips, his intense dark eyes staring at Gluck. His muscular ass tensing each time he thrust his hims into the willing boy. His long, thick cock forcefully penetrating the eager boy. His full, heavy balls slapping again Gluck's ass on each down stroke.
Gluck didn't have any warning. Perhaps too focused on the sensation in his ass, the fullness, and yes the pain, he didn't feel as the base of his cock began to tingle. It was only when the orgasm began that he knew it was happening. Without being touched, Gluck's cock began to squirt all over his belly. The first shot went as far as his chest. Pete looked down for just a moment to see this before returning his eyes to Gluck's eyes. As Gluck began to cum, Pete quickened once again. It was the fastest and hardest that Gluck had ever been fucked. It hurt. There was more pleasure than pain. But Gluck didn't want Pete to stop. Not ever.
Pete's face contorted and as he began to grunt, Gluck felt the familiar sensation in his hole. Like Pete's dick got thicker somehow. Pete slammed into Gluck as hard as he could, causing Gluck to flinch. Pete grunted and spat as he emptied himself into Gluck's guts. As Pete finally finished cumming, he leaned forward, resting his chest against Gluck's own (still sticky with Gluck's copious nut) and kissed Gluck deeply on the mouth. He finally came up for air and whispered, "I missed you man."