Holy Scomiche: The Second Helping

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Mitch sighed,  "Not entirely sure I know what I'm doing here, Scott."
"Relax. I do it all the time. Just go slow." Scott said, wiggling his backside.

Mitch nodded, staring at the condom in his hand. He took a deep breath and brought the condom to his lips, sinking his teeth into the packaging and tearing it up. He rolled the condom down his cock, biting his lip as he did so.

Scott gripped the pillows his face was burrowed into, biting the cotton pillow accessory as he felt a cool substance spread sloppily across his butt and entrance. He relaxed as much as he could, groaning when he felt Mitch's thin finger penetrate him. He knew he had to take it like a man.

"Come on! I'm not a pussy!" Scott said.
"Not a pussy, Huh?" Mitch smirked, pushing a second inside.

Scott's toes curled and he groaned a little, but he kept his cool,  "Ball's of steel!"
"Not from what I can see, back here." Mitch chuckled.

Mitch thrusted his fingers slowly, biting his lip. He'd never True my thought of himself as even a slightly dominating figure, but know that he was given the opportunity he was having the time of his life. No stress about being clean, no stress about sounds, no stress about feeling like a slut. Just teasing and fun. He liked this. He liked how easy it was.

Scott gave a loud grunt, "Just fuck me, already!"
"Thou ask and thou shall receive." Mitch said as he pulled out his fingers, lining up.

The soft sound of the bed creaking and the duo's combined sound of surprises pleasure filled the room. Both clutched onto what they were holding; Scott, a pillow, and Mitch, Scott's hips. Mitch thrusted with a shudder. He had no idea someone could be so solid and frigid on the outside, yet soft and warm on the inside. He never wanted this feeling to end. He understood what Scott meant the first time they did this when he said he had to hold it. He wanted to cum so bad, and the tight clutch of the condom wasn't helping.

Scott's moans started to become too much to hold in. The large blonde gripped the sheets and let out one after another as Mitch's thrusts became faster and more precise. He didn't know Mitch would be able to do this much. He felt his hips rocking into Mitch's thrusts, which only made him roll his eyes in pleasure and rest his head against the headboard.

Mitch felt his cheeks heating beyond any point previously... aside from the time Scott stopped him in the airport with a flash mob of GoGo dancers. But still, very high up there. He thoroughly enjoyed how Scott seemed to mold around him. He just kept thrusting, ignoring the slight burn that started to rise in his thighs. He wouldn't stop.

Scott curled his toes, a tingling sensation beginning to engulf him. This only made all of this more enjoyable. All of this added with his length rubbing against the soft, silky sheets made his erection hurt with the need to release.

Mitch could already feel his core tightening, showing that soon he would reach the final stride. He whimpered a bit, thrusting harder. He bit his lip to make his moans subside just enough to be quiet.

Scott felt a sudden wave of pleasure rush over him. He moaned loudly, not even expecting to release instantly. He shivered as his orgasm began to take over his body. It left him breathless. He gripped the sheets tightly between his fingers, groaning as the final waves hit him. The added pleasure of Mitch's screwing made it all the more powerful.

Mitch's grip on Scott's hips tightened. He could feel Scott practically vibrating around him. He sped up. He felt himself speeding up even more, using the remainder of his energy to thrust himself to his final stretch. He felt his cock become more sensitive as the coil in his pelvis began to tighten. He chewed his lip.

The sound of frantic breathing, aggressive rustling, consistant creaking, and a rhythmic bang filled the room. The sound of the boys trying to keep up with each other. The sheets molding to their actions. He bed bending at their forceful love. The headboard rocking into the wall. The sounds were the sound of passion. The sounds that drove Mitch over.

Mitch paused, shuddering as he released into the condom. His toes curled as his grip tightened even further. He froze, letting it wash over him for a final, strong hit. Then, with a shiver, he slowly pulled out.

Scott dropped onto his stomach, letting out a sigh. Mitch flopped onto his side, breathing heavily. The large male pulled his lover into his clutches, cuddling him close as he reached for the blanket to cover them.

"That was fun." Mitch panted.

Scott chuckled, nodding as he stroked Mitch's hair, "Surely was."
"Wanna do it again?"
"Fuck yeah."

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It's short, I know, but it's new. I'll learn how to make them better and longer as I do more things with Mitch's topping. Love you all, though!

Unfortunately, there will not be a new episode of  The Pack this weekend.