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Kevin ran a hand through is short, blond hair. As a yawn forced his his jaws open he covered his mouth with his fist, reflecting the tart smell of morning breath. He then stretched for a moment longer, arching his back and bending his abs to the sky. His back cracked instantly, and again, and one more time as the stretch deepened. Then he hopped up and practically skipped to the bathroom.
"What if God was one of us?" Kevin sang, off key and barely comprehensible due to the toothbrush in his mouth. After rinsing his alabaster teeth shone against the soft gold sheen of his well hydrated skin. The gentle stubble lazily reaching up his face looked good enough, so he decided not to shave. Besides, his boyfriend loved the light scruffy look.
He flexed in the mirror, proud to have kept the runner's build he'd cultivated in high school into his early 30's. He'd even managed to improve, his arms and chest were finally out of twink parameters.
When he opened the bathroom door, the scent coming from his kitchen made his stomach growl aggressively. It also reminded the 32 year old that he'd be dead on his feet by noon if he didn't have his coffee. Stepping lightly so as not to make noise, he crept into the kitchen and leaned against the doorframe to gaze at the sight of the younger man cooking him breakfast.
Solomon, or Sonny if you knew him well enough, stood in front of the stove. He was half naked, his muscle etched back and arms bare. A pair of sweatpants hugged a round ass you could bounce a quarter off of. His smooth, dark skin shone and the smell of cocoa intermingled with aroma of the sausage and eggs he was cooking.
Struggling not to laugh, Kevin tip toed behind his man and slid his hands around his back toward his abs. The shiver that ran through his lover's body made Kevin's soft dick lengthen in his boxers. Bold and horny, he ran his tongue across Sonny's neck, ending it in a wet suckle.
Sonny elbowed his lover off, his ivory teeth prominent on his face as he looked back at the older man and said, "Good morning." Sonny's voice was velvet to the ears: smooth, deep and if voices had color, dark read would suit his just fine.
Kevin closed the distance again, raking his teeth against Sonny's neck and raining possessive little kisses in a trail from his ear to his shoulder.
Sonny pushed him away, this time leaving his hands on Kevin's bare chest to keep the older, slightly taller man at bay, "I got class." his tone was serious, his face was still amused.
Kevin scoffed and shrugged his shoulders, but Sonny's hand held firm. Switching tactics he flashed a boyishly mischievous smile, "A quickie then?" Kevin's voice was spring and summer, light and warm with a slight rasp.
Sonny's expression went from ha-ha-stop to you-a-damn-lie in 0.5 seconds. Kevin simply took the hand on his chest and slid his lover's fingers into his mouth. Sonny's voice shivered as if he knew his defeat was imminent, "Tsk... you about to make me late... again." Still, he wasn't trying very hard to retract his hand.
"I'll drive you." Kevin countered with the same offer he made very morning, puling his lips off Sonny's ring finger and sucking onto his thumb, his face twisting to get a better angle. Soft brown eyes locked onto Kevin's. Gray eyes held the gaze as he slowly pulled off, watching Sonny's bottom lip quiver.
"Fuck I shouldn't have moved in with you." Sonny whispered, more to himself than to Kevin.
Kevin tried not to let it bother him. Sonny was constantly second guessing himself in everything, whether it was his major, trusting his friends or even what clothes he wore. After two years of dating him, convincing him to actually go to college, gently pushing him toward the things he wanted to do, Kevin was well acquainted with Sonny's knee jerk reluctance. It was a flaw he was willing to deal with.
Kevin simply ignored Sonny's complaints and stepped up to his man and gave him a soft, little kiss. There was no tongue, no face twisting, just a gentle brush... a tease. The younger man melted in his arms, helpless and horny.
Then the stubborn boy pushed his man away, trying to win a battle after knowing the war was lost, "I'm in here trying to do something nice for you, and you can't just let me go? When's the last time I cooked breakfast for yo pasty white ass anyway?"
"Yesterday..." Kevin stated. Sonny's handsome face twisted into a sneer, one that only made Kevin want him more, "...also I'm like the worst cook on earth so you're doing us both a favor." hands up, Kevin pretended he wasn't purposely poking the bear.
Sonny checked the waffle iron his mom gave him for the college dorm she was no longer paying for. Waffles, eggs and sausage? He loved it when Sonny cooked for him. He wrapped his arms around the younger man's waist and began raining kissing onto his neck again.
Sonny scoffed, then moaned and pushed Kevin away again and tried to hold on to his irritation.
"Come ooooonnnnn." Kevin sang as he stepped closer.
"I have a lot of shit on my plate right now, and I don't wanna be late for class." Sonny snapped, the massive tent in his sweats didn't agree with his statements.
"Babe I don't know why you're stressing yourself out so much, I'm helping aren't I?" Kevin said, referring to the money he gave Sonny to help pay for school.
When Sonny looked back at Kevin, there was nothing fake or unwilling about the anger there. Kevin took a step back, hands raised and swallowed. If he could've gone back in time and erased that moment, he would've. Instead, he braced for the explosion. He knew better, if there was one thing that set Sonny off, it was having to depend on another person.
Sonny's shoulders just slumped. While angry Sonny might turn his older, submissive lover on, there were limits to that. He just kept cooking, now genuinely angry but holding it in. Kevin waited a moment, giving the younger man time to calm himself.
"Lemme cook." Sonny snapped as Kevin tried to close the distance again before complaining, "You're like a baby. You just whine and whine till you get yo way."
Kevin had to bite back a retort. As much as he didn't like being called a baby, he remembered that in his more vulnerable moments Sonny had admitted he felt like he was the "bitch" in their relationship. It was why he was cooking Kevin breakfast, it was why he kept his part time job, it was why he kept the house clean and it was why he was so stressed out all the time. He did need the help, but that didn't make it easier on his pride.
So, knowing he'd get what he wanted, Kevin stood in front of his plate. Soon Sonny stopped fussing and made two plates of sausage, eggs and blueberry waffles. Kevin grabbed a fork but a gentle hand pulled it away.
"Eat it after." Sonny said, putting Kevin's plate in the microwave and wrapping his own up to go, "...and I mean after you drop me off at school cause you NOT making me late again."
With their food put away, Sonny turned toward him and advanced. Kevin's heart skipped a beat in response. Sonny may have been younger than him, but the man was might, sexiness and power distilled into its purest form. He was built like the cover model of a fitness magazine with his powerful thighs and barrel chest. Yet, as impressive as his body was his face was far more. He was so expressive, so handsome and right now his face was all business and pleasure.
Obediently, Kevin hopped up onto the table. Sonny snatched his thighs toward him, Kevin was sure to arch his back so that the angle wouldn't cause any issues. The ebony hunk's fingers curled into the hair on the back of his head as he pulled his man into a possessive kiss. As Sonny's tongue danced in his mouth, Kevin's ass hung off the table and he could feel eleven inches of thick, uncut dick pressing into his hole. His own erection trembled in response.
When the kiss broke, Keven had to say, "God I love you." to his man. Sonny's lips found his neck in response, his hands taking Kevin's waist and pulling the older man into his young, energetic thrusts.
When they next locked eyes he could see a bit of fear in Sonny's eyes, and knew he wanted to apologize. The L-word was a hard thing for him to say. Kevin, knowing this, hadn't expected to hear it back anyway.
After the moment passed the dark skinned former football player laced his palm on Kevin's chest, gently pushing him onto his back. Kevin resisted a bit and, with nothing more than a playful grin, told his boy there was nothing to apologize for. Sonny simply forced his older lover onto his back.
Sonny's sweats and boxers fall, his giant dick springing up. His veiny shaft drilled to the left in a natural curve. Kevin lifted as his boxers were snatched up to his knees, then down his toes. His pink shaft, a speedo shaped tan line separating it from his golden skin, slammed wetly into his stomach the moment it was free.
"Alright baby." Sonny sang, his muscle etche V-line ending in an eleven inch monster thick enough to make a seasoned slut blush.
Kevin, already relaxed, let out a huff. He was more than ready. Sonny, apprehensive the way he always was, ignored him. Kevin understood, apparently as an eager teen Sonny had really hurt some boy. It was understandable and Sonny's control had been the only reason Kevin could take that monster the first time. But it was beyond silly after two years.
Sonny pushed in slow, his blood engorged sex pump widening Kevin's eager, almost impatient, hole. His rectal muscles flexed as if trying to suck in the heavy phallus that's become ridiculously familiar.
"Sonny?" Kevin breathed, "look at me baby."
Sonny didn't look up, he simply continued to slide in with one hand while keeping Kevin pinned to the table with the other.
"Solomon Richard Cooper, look at me damnit." Kevin snapped.
Sonny finally looked up, his face carefully blank as he prepared for the usual pre-sex argument about his pace. It was still written on his face, he was dug in. It wasn't like he couldn't make Kevin cum in three minutes flat anyway.
Kevin flexed his hole around the younger man and reached up to place his hands on his lover's face, "God you are handsome."
Sonny's eyebrows pulled down, he knew Kevin was up to something but the bashful, self conscious man was a sucker for affirmation and compliments.
The restraining hand moved as Sonny leaned forward, Kevin's hands framing his face and pulling him onto a kiss. Sonny's moan vibrates within Kevin's chest and he knew, victory was his.
Sonny's hips moved as the kiss deepened, Kevin's guts molded around the familiar contours of the front half of the tree trunk inside of it. He gasps for air as the kiss ends, singing soft little sighs as pure euphoria tells the darker man above him how much he likes the hot meat sliding into him. '
Sonny looks back down, surprised. Then again, most of the time he was supposed to be fucking the Kevin's brains out he was watching his dick go in and out, keeping his passion in check.
"Faster." Kevin pleads, eyes locked onto the ebony god above him.
Sonny sped up, slightly more than half of his massive length drilling into Kevin's eager hole.
Kevin had given up on Sonny ever fucking him like a slut a long time ago. That is, until one night a few days ago. He had picked his man up from his first ever frat party and the moment Sonny saw him, he was on him. He had thrown his shirt out the window on the drive home, had his gym shorts and boxers around his ankles while he was struggling to get the key in the door. He thanked him over and over, told him he loved him again and again and even explained why he did. It was a level of passion he'd thought Sonny was incapable of or, at the very least, not ready for.
But nothing compared to drunk Sonny ramming that monster into him balls deep without hesitation. Sure, sober Sonny always got the job done but sloppy drunk Sonny had made him cum so hard his toes curled. He had dominated Kevin until he'd filled him with not one, but three heavy loads before passing out on top of him.
"Deeper..." Kevin whispered. Sonny's eyes began to stray south, to measure his own passion. Desperate, knowing it was now or never, Kevin kissed him.
Sonny's hips jerked, and the older bottom squeezed the battering ram digging in his guts, a dent appearing in his tanned cheeks.
"Oh God." Sonny whimpered against his lips, Kevin massaging that big dick steadily.
Sonny rose to look down into his man, to gage his reactions. Kevin simply put the joy of being speared on display, proudly. Sonny began to experiment, shoving more of that big thing inside of his lover, a bit more harshly.
When he felt Sonny's trunk against his thighs, the full length of his man's monster buried in his guts, Kevin's head fell back as his body began to tremble. He reached for his dick, but before he could even touch it white goo arcs above his head, into his hair, onto his nose and finally his abs.
"Harder!" Kevin sighed and Sonny finally listened. Two strong hands on Kevin's slutty little waist pulled his quivering guts into Sonny's thrusts. Each time he speared his man's guts kevin whimpered, squeezing that mighty manhood like he never wanted to let it go.
"Oh FUCK..." Sonny's deep voice ached with pleasure. He climbed up onto the table, smashing his lips against Kevin's. Lost in passion, Kevin began to tremble as Sonny's pelvis slammed into his upturned ass, the swollen head of his dick punching into Kevin's guts. Sonny howled against Kevin's lips as a wet, warm, gushy feeling told him his man was hosing down his insides. The hot wetness dribbled down his cheeks and back, painting the table top.
But Sonny was still going.
His size thirteen feet hit the floor as his arms pulled Kevin's body into the air. Kissing his man with fevered affection, he fucked him in the air like he weighed nothing at all. Kevin, somewhat overwhelmed, moaned like the whore he used to be as that big dick pounded him into giddy, submissive joy.
The next thing he knew, his back was hitting the wall. It was Kevin's turn to howl as he felt Sonny's thrust throughout his whole body, like a drum constantly pounding into his ass cheeks. He stared into those eyes that needed him to enjoy everything he already told the fool he wanted and loved. Then the dick left him, he was spun around and it rammed back into him as fingers curled and yanked his hair.
Drunk Sonny never did this. This hurricane fuck was well beyond the capabilities of the clumsy, sex crazed maniac that had awoken Kevin's wilder side. The way he handled Kevin's older, slimmer frame had the older bottom pleading for Sonny to never go back to class.
Sonny's hand on his neck shoved him into the floor, face down and ass up like a good little slut. Every downward thrust hit his prostate dead center, causing the fair skinned man to babble and drool. When he looked back he could see Sonny's eyes full of lust and heat. His mouth open, sweat covering his beautiful brown skin as eleven inches of thick black dick pistons in and out of Kevin's suckering hole.
The back shots pushed his head into a wall, he had to curl as his lover pinned him against it and really began to hammer his guts. The wild slapping of their bodys sounded like applause, while Kevin's guts sang like wet pasta. His own precum from his wildly swinging erection hit his chin and chest as his back bent into a position that, when he was 18, he was so used to it was practically comfortable.
But a sharp, stabbing pain reminded the man that he wasn't 18 anymore. First he tried to wiggle and push his back into a more adult friendly position but that only made it worse until he had yell, "STOP!"
"Fuck!" Kevin snapped as he fell to the floor, his dark skinned lover backing away. He arched his back and twisted the way Sonny had showed him to stretch out his little back issue.
When he looks back at Sonny, he sees his lover's eyes are wide and glistening.
"Cramp babe, just a cramp. I'll be good in a second." He reached for Sonny, watching relief spread on his face.
"You old bastard. You scared the shit outta me." he said, taking his man's arm and pressing his weight on just the right spot. The older man's back issues weren't anything new and Sonny was always the solution.
"I'm sorry..." Kevin sang into Sonny's neck as his spine stretched and the pain truly subsided, "...and 32 ain't that old." Kevin pressed himself into the cold floor and once he was ready he poked his pale ass and golden thighs up in obvious invitation.
Sonny hesitated for almost a full second before pinning Kevin to the floor, mostly to stop the older man from turning over to yell at him. After pushing in the only way he was comfortable (slowly) Sonny wasted no time and began fucking Kevin exactly how he wanted him to, ensuring his back doesn't take too much pressure by fucking downward.
The angle of his thrust, the curve of his dick and the way he was driving into Kevin's prostate made the older man drool onto the floor. He had to hold onto the table leg and the handle on the bottom drawer. The table quaked, salt and pepper shakers falling from the heavens as Sonny made the earth tremble. The bottom drawer slid open, rattling its contents before spilling onto the floor.
Suddenly Kevin's dick is spurting again. His seed spilled onto the floor as he was pounded into it by his younger lover. Sonny churned that big meaty dick inside Kevin's guts as it grew tighter, damn near choking his piston pumping pipe.
Then Sonny's chest hit his back. strong arms hooked under his own and he turned to find his man's lips waiting. Even as they kissed Sonny's thrusts never stop, rocketing that giant dick in and out of Kevin's cum slick hole.
Drunk Sonny was nothing compared to this. This was a living hurricane. Alive, powerful and unpredictable. There, on the kitchen floor, Kevin's mind went blank as his man gave him his carnal, elemental love.
Sonny turned him over, dick still wedged in his dripping hole, and pressed his thighs into his stomach. Those strong brown hands hold his lower half off the ground, so that he may both go deeper and stretch Kevin's back the other direction. All that muscle and power, his chest sweaty and heaving, sent that dick hurtling into his deepest depths. Then his gorgeous body began to spasm. As Sonny's trunk smashed into his older man's slutty hole, he began to spew white goop into his reddening cheeks.
Sonny growled, but the dick inside Kevin's happy guts only got harder
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An hour later Sonny gently lowers Kevin onto the bed. Exhausted and coming down from the most incredible sex-induced high of his life, Kevin just smiled up at him. His muscles were sore from straining against Sonny's immense power. In his sac his balls told him how empty they were, a soft soreness that he honestly missed. His ass had never been hotter, wetter or more blissfully sore.
"Fuck..." he said as his eyes fluttered slowly, "...you missed class."
Sonny rolled his eyes, his breathing still heavy, "Yeah, don't worry about it." as he climbed into bed to snuggle against his man, "Now get some sleep, you gotta work in an hour."
"Yes sir." Kevin said, he definitely needed a nap. So he rolled over and Sonny held him close.
"Kev?" Sonny's voice was hesitant, and hopeful.
"Yeah babe?" Kevin answered through a yawn as he turned back toward the handsome man that made him feel so good.
"I love you too." Sonny finally admitted. Kevin shivered in response, a tear falling down his face. Sonny kissed it away before whispering into his ear, "You big baby."
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Wrote this as a younger man who was, at the time, a virgin I believe. Edited it a little but I didn't want to totally rework the whole thing like it needs so... enjoy
