From: diandrahollman@yahoo.com   
      
   Okay I think you've suffered enough. ;P This is it.   
   The end of the weekend sex-a-thon between two hot men.   
   Enjoy! ;)   
      
      
      
   I hissed as the head of his cock popped through.   
   "Stop."   
      
   He froze, his eyes wide in panic. "Are you okay?"   
      
   "Yeah," I grumbled. "Just give me a second." I had   
   known just how well endowed he was before, but seeing   
   it and feeling it stretching the muscles that hadn't   
   seen this much action in *years* were two very   
   different things. I took deep breaths until the   
   burning started to ease. I smiled up at him in   
   reassurance and reached behind his neck to drag his   
   lips closer.   
      
   "You're tense," I murmured as I felt the muscles   
   bunched up under my hand. "Relax. It's okay." He   
   loosened up gradually under my coaxing and returned   
   the kiss. I lifted my hips, allowing him to slip   
   deeper. He pulled back with a gasp and I moaned as the   
   pleasure began to eclipse the pain.   
      
   "It's okay," I repeated. "Go ahead."   
      
   He braced himself and pushed forward steadily until he   
   was buried to the hilt, dragging a ragged groan from   
   me. It had been far too long and he was stretching me   
   so wide...probing so deep.   
      
   "Jesus," he breathed. "So tight..."   
      
   "It's been a while," I whispered.   
      
   "Can you wrap your legs around me," he asked   
   tentatively.   
      
   "You sure?"   
      
   "Yeah."   
      
   I smiled and wrapped my legs around his hips, groaning   
   as the movement shifted his position inside me. I   
   tightened my legs around him as I licked and nibbled   
   at his neck. He groaned and began rocking slowly   
   against me.   
      
   "You're up," I whispered in his ear before I loosened   
   my grip and waited for him to move.   
      
   Sometimes it was easy for me to forget that he was not   
   fragile - that he could hold his own just fine. Maybe   
   it had something to do with our age difference or his   
   inexperience, or maybe it was just because I had never   
   seen him in action doing what he does for a living. I   
   felt like I had to protect him. But after a couple   
   tentative thrusts he seemed to ease into his new role   
   as seducer.   
      
   He adjusted his position as his thrusts grew more   
   confident. I kept my hands on his back so I could feel   
   the muscles sliding beneath the smooth skin. I slid   
   them down to his ass, feeling the way those muscles   
   worked to push him inside me over and over...only to   
   gasp, my eyes widening in shock, as he grabbed my arms   
   and anchored them beside my head with an iron grip   
   around my wrists.   
      
   He smirked down at me and continued his steady pace. I   
   tried to pull my arms away, but he only tightened his   
   grip. He nipped at my neck and thrust harder. I moaned   
   and met his thrusts easily.   
      
   "How's that," he asked. His voice was harder, gruffer,   
   but I could still detect some apprehension in his   
   tone.   
      
   "Higher," I groaned. He tilted his hips and thrust   
   back in at the perfect angle. I cried out and arched   
   my back, tugging at his restraining hands. I was able   
   to pull my hands free, but met resistance when I tried   
   to roll him onto his back.   
      
   It didn't matter anyway because I was already too far   
   gone. I stiffened and shouted as the spasms took over,   
   draining me of energy...as well as a few certain   
   bodily fluids. Vaughn moaned loudly as the muscles   
   encompassiing him clenched tighter, but he didn't come   
   with me. When I had recovered significantly, I looked   
   up to see his eyes closed, his face red with exertion,   
   biting his lip in concentration.   
      
   "Vaughn," I called softly. He grunted, but didn't seem   
   to really acknowledge me. I rolled until he was on his   
   back and straddled him without breaking our   
   connection. He blinked up at me in surprise. "Relax,"   
   I murmured, flicking his nipples with my thumbs.   
      
   He groaned and lay passively while I tried everything   
   I could think of to make him come. I massaged anything   
   I could reach from my position - his chest, arms,   
   abdomen, thighs, sac...nothing seemed to be working   
   but the continued pressure of his cock on my prostate   
   was making me hard again.   
      
   I finally climbed off him in exasperation. He grunted   
   and began shifting uncomfortably. I reached down to   
   remove the condom and he hissed, bucking his hips   
   toward me. He was overstimulated. He just needed   
   something else to focus on to calm him.   
      
   "You want to finish this," I asked softly. He looked   
   up at me with pleading eyes - panting, hair plastered   
   to his forehead - and nodded. I lay on my back beside   
   him and whispered, "Come here."   
      
   He straddled my hips and started positioning himself   
   over me, but I shook my head. "Other way," I said   
   simply. He stared at me blankly for a moment before   
   his eyes darkened in realization. He quickly   
   repositioned himself so that his knees framed my   
   shoulders and his cock, thick and almost purple with   
   arousal, hung over my face. I watched, fascinated, as   
   a drop of pre-ejaculate gathered on the tip,   
   glistening in the soft bedroom light.   
      
   He held himself rigid, waiting for me to make the   
   first move. I waited until the droplet was seconds   
   away from falling before lifting my head and licking   
   it away with the smallest flick of my tongue. He   
   gasped.   
      
   "Please," he breathed. "Mulder..."   
      
   "You first," I murmured, smiling even though he   
   probably couldn't see it. He groaned in frustration   
   but wrapped his hand loosely around my cock and   
   abruptly took the head in his mouth.   
      
   I moaned and pressed my head deeper into the pillow,   
   trying to keep myself from thrusting up into him. He   
   hummed and set about bringing me to the same maddening   
   state of arousal that he was stuck in, attacking my   
   cock with a barely restrained fury. I hissed and   
   reached down to grab his head, stilling him   
   momentarily.   
      
   "Careful," I admonished. "That's a delicate piece of   
   equipment." He gave a muffled snort, but he gentled   
   his attack when I let go.   
      
   I moaned as he sucked and licked insistently; squirmed   
   as he carefully nibbled up and down the sides and   
   nearly lost all coherence as he traced his tongue   
   around the slit at the tip and drew feather-light   
   strokes up and down the especially sensitive vein in   
   the underside. He was so focused on what he was doing   
   to me that his own neglected state was all but   
   forgotten.   
      
   I reached for a pillow and propped my head up, but I   
   still had to crane my neck slightly to reach him. He   
   gasped, his own attentions faltering as I took the   
   pulsating head of his cock in my mouth and sucked   
   gently. I pulled back after a few moments and switched   
   to broad licks along the entire length.   
      
   "Don't stop," I murmured between licks. I coaxed him   
   to spread his knees wider, bringing his hips closer to   
   me, and I spread my own legs further to give him   
   better access.   
      
   It turned into a sort of competition - each of us   
   trying to force the other to come first. While I   
   massaged his inner thighs he cupped and squeezed my   
   testicles. When he thrust his finger into my ass I   
   reached down to pinch, flick and twist his nipples.   
   When I deep throated him he moaned and the vibrations   
   against my cock nearly sent me over the edge. I began   
   humming, giving as good as I got.   
      
   My cock fell out of his mouth as he became unable to   
   concentrate on what he was doing to me. He moaned and   
      
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