Part 6.

He didn’t want to hurt Chester but he knew he was right. They had done this many times now and he could feel Chester’s readiness, he’d prepared him well. Stroking one hand down Chester’s sweaty back, pushing against the now slightly damp material of his top, he reached down and quickly popping the button on his own baggy pants pushed them and his boxers out of the way and stroked himself, feeling with astonishment how close he already was. Just from touching Chester, he smiled. He licked his hand and spread the pre-cum that had gathered at the head down his hard shaft preparing himself as much as possible whilst still moving his fingers in and out of Chester, slowly and firmly. Lining himself up, he removed his fingers and stroked one hand over Chester’s hip as he pushed the tip of his cock against he now loosened opening. The head popped in fairly easier and he heard the gasp of satisfaction from Chester.

“Yes.”

Slowly and steadily he applied more pressure and felt himself glide further inside. Feeling some resistance from Chester’s body he stopped for a moment to allow the other man to get used to the intrusion. He felt one slim hand come back and grip his thigh, pulling him forwards.

“More. Please.”

He groaned at the plea, feeling the tightness and warmth around his cock and pushed forward again.

“Oh, yes,” he heard Chester moan, when he felt his stomach came to rest against the smooth skin of Chester’s buttocks. He was all the way in. He paused looking down, still in awe of this intense feeling, by the sight of himself buried so deep inside Chester. The vision of them joined together so intimately tugged at his heart and with a soul felt sound of amazement he pulled out slowly to glide back in.

“Harder…”

He pulled out again and complied, hips driving forward faster.

“Ahh…”

He heard the pleasure in the other man’s voice and couldn’t help but feel it echoed in his own moans as his hips set up a rhythm of their own. Steadily, he pumped away, captured by the tightness, the warmth of Chester’s body, the scent of him, the sounds of pleasure coming from his lips. Running one hand down the side of his hips he grasped one thigh and lifted it gently, firmly. He felt Chester adjust his grip on the table, shift his weight to accommodate the move, push his hips back against his own as he felt himself open even further to the man behind him.

He heard the throaty gasp as he drove even deeper inside. Angling he tried and found that spot inside Chester again, practise having made him very proficient in finding and staying on it. He felt the immediate response from Chester, his body trembling and shaking, the way his hands gripped the table with white knuckles. He closed his eyes, feeling the ecstasy flood his own veins. He was close, he could feel it; the trembling in his own legs, the tightness coiled in the pit of his stomach. He reached down with his other hand and took Chester’s semi hard cock in his hand. He knew realistically Chester shouldn’t be able to come again so soon after his first orgasm but he knew the steady pounding against his prostrate would affect him intensely. He gripped him firmly, thumb teasing the head mercilessly.

“Uhhhh,” he heard Chester breathe helplessly.

“Mine,” Mike whispered breathlessly, stroking his one hand over the small of Chester’s back again, feeling himself draw closer and closer.