Have you ever tried to put your car in a parking spot that's too narrow, and you manage to fit it in, but you don't have enough room to get out of the car? Why do I ask? No reason.
As Alex recovered, I figured aloud, "I may as well finish what I started."
Leaving his side, I returned my attention to Da Vinci's paintbrush. I slowly enveloped his trunk with my tongue, flicking at the veins and coiling like a constrictor. After I felt as though I'd teased my young wizard enough, I closed my lips over his wand. Not afraid to "pussy" out at this point, I let Alex's dick hit the back of my throat, and then go further. Starting slow, I allowed my tongue to continue to play as I bobbed my head up and down. Alex released a long, drawn out "fuuuuck!" To which I smiled to the best of my extent. I began to move more vigorously, allowing pressure to build and then die back down. As Alex breathed slowly, I felt a hand work its way from my side to my exit. He began to rug his middle finger along the rim, like one would a glass of wine while waiting for their date to return from the restroom. First, one finger entered slowly, and then another. Suddenly, and unexpectedly, Alex pulled me from his side to on top of him, and while his hand worked its magic, his mouth copied mine. In full 69 format, we worked continuously faster, attempting to muffle our moans, until in unison, climax was achieved. Releasing his strawberry, I swallowed his cream, and our tongues collided once more.
Fully rejuvenated, Alex rises to his knees. His breathing is paced. He's ready.
Alex was a leader from the time he was born, the first time, and throughout our childhood he made sure that everybody was aware. While I had my moments of power from time to time, being out of power was enough to drive him insane. I rose to my knees, facing away from Alex, and put my head against the covers, giving Alex a full view of what he considered perfection. My ass. Bent over and ready, I looked back at the Prince of the Gayians to see the look in his eyes as they took in and savored what they registered as pure art. Through his eyes, I could read his every feeling. Passion. Hunger. Love. Lust. Properly lubed up from round one, Alex placed his hands on my waist, firmly yet gently, and, to be most direct, teased my prostate. It was my turn to squirm. I released a deep toned moan and whispered to Poseidon, as he relentlessly prodded me with his trident, "Alex."
"Yeah?"
"While you're up, can you give it to me?"
"I most certainly CAN!"
With his last word, Batman entered his bat-cave. I released an ungodly noise into the covers. Never had Alex been so rough! Our bodies swayed in Unison as his balls slapped against my backboard. Harder. Better. Faster. Stronger. Each stroke felt like it's own adventure, it's own masterpiece, it's own eternity. We could no longer contain our moaning. I spun around to face him, and he laid back on the bed, thrusting upward into me as I rode my stallion. Our moans aligned as we began to call each each other's name with every thrust. With the last of our energy, we moved as fast as we could, and as our final climax ensued, Alex pulled out, pulled my body close, and kissed me passionately as we simultaneously emptied our Gogurt tubes. Out of gas, I collapsed on top of Alex, and without cleaning up, we crashed. And as I fell asleep, I heard what I didn't register at the time as impossible: Alex's steady heartbeat.
