Just for play

( Today I became an older man (44) so this one's for me XD )

At home, Chris had to go up to his bedroom immediately. He didn’t want to; he wanted to sit in his chair and act as if nothing had happened, but Lucas was inexorable. “Really, darling, it’s not as bad,” the blonde tried as he climbed the stairs, followed shortly by his large lover.

“Yes it is, it’s very bad, and I want you to take your rest,” Lucas muttered.

“I have rested enough... Brady! Help me! Lucas isn’t listening!” He could talk a lot better already, as the bandages weren’t as tight anymore. He stepped on the corridor. “Next you’ll tell me I can’t fuck for two weeks...”

“Now that you mention it; I want you to wait until those stitches are removed...”

“Forget it,” Chris growled. “Aww! A bear! How sweet...” He undressed to his shirt, and crawled under the fresh sheets. “Ahh... Much better than that hard hospital bed. Brady,” he said warmly when the younger man came in. He reached out. “Give me my cuddles, sexy...”

Brady was less squeamish about the wounds. Barefoot, his wide, modern pants low on his hips and tight top pulled up to show his midriff, he crawled on his hands and knees over Chris. “Welcome home,” he smiled, leaning in for a deep kiss.

Lucas groaned as he shivered. “Be careful, Bray,” he said. “I can’t watch this. Sorry, Chris.”

Chris broke the kiss for a moment. “I won’t force you,” he promised. “And we’ll be careful. Won’t we, baby? Mm... Look at you. So sexy...” He ran his hands over the bare skin, pushing the top up some more. The sheets and blankets pushed up as his cock erected, and he moaned approvingly when Brady touched the bulge. “I need a fuck, real badly...” he sighed.

Brady sat up on his knees. He pulled the top off and opened his pants. “You stay on your back, and I’ll do the work,” he said with a wink.

As soon as the boy stepped away to undress completely, Chris threw the sheets off of him. He rubbed his loins, easing the tension on his balls. “Take your time... I don’t have to go anywhere.”

Brady pulled the hands away. Kneeling on the mattress, he lapped his tongue slowly along the balls, up to the tip of the happily jerking cock. “Mmm... I will take my time before I mount you.” With another moan, he took him deep in his mouth.

Chris sighed and relaxed. “Ah damn... That feels good...” He licked his lips, trying to keep his face straight so he wouldn’t pull at the cuts. His fingers played with Brady’s short hair, caressing him without urging him to speed up. “I love you, baby,” he sighed.

Moving his hips in a lustful manner, Brady put everything he had learned so far into practice. He sucked at various speeds and used different pressures, fondling the testicles and shaft at the same time. When Chris invitingly parted his legs, he rubbed against the puckered entrance and slipped inside with one finger, seeking out the man’s sweet spot. He tasted precome as he massaged the gland.

Chris groaned pleased. “Ride me, sweetheart...” he ordered softly. “Let me fuck you.”

Slowly, with evident reluctance, Brady stopped sucking. Before he took the lube, he played with his nipples, giving a sexy show to work up the horny man some more. His own cock was fully erected, the head wet even though it hadn’t been touched yet. When he finally positioned above Chris’ lap, he was hot as hell and very able to take him inside.

“Gods!” Chris cried out, arching his back as the tight heat slid down his cock. “Ah... Yeah...” He pushed up, slipping inside until he couldn’t go any deeper. His hands gripped Brady’s hips, kneading with harsh fingers, reddening the skin. He kept his eyes close and had to concentrate to keep himself from pulling faces.

Brady shuddered as a delicious shiver ran down his spine. He pushed up with his hands on Chris’ muscular chest, and sat down slowly. As the man groaned approvingly, he did it again. “Damn, you’re hard today,” he sighed as the rigid rod rubbed against his internals. He shivered again, focusing on one particular spot and angle. “Ah! Oh shit yes...”

“I can feel every muscle,” Chris groaned delightedly. “Oh baby, take it slow! My balls are too full!”

“Shh... Take it easy,” Brady soothed. He slowed down, taking him deeper. His cock twitched every time the head slid over his prostate, and it leaked some more. “Take your time,” he whispered. “I want a nice, big load inside of me. Mmm... I want to milk you dry... I want it to ooze out of me...”

Chris groaned again, and uttered ‘ouch’ when he pulled a face. It distracted him just enough to prevent from shooting already. “Fuck yourself... Ride me harder, baby... Come on me.”

Shifting a bit, Brady took a better position to take control. He moved faster, pinning Chris down with his hands on the broad shoulders, mercilessly riding the cock. He looked at the bandaged face, but only saw the pleasure. Grinning, knowing the man was very close, he slammed down a few times.

“Yes! Ouch, fuck! Oh shit!” The body-builder had a hard time choosing between accepting the pain or the pleasure, and in the end he couldn’t give a damn anymore. He pressed a hand against his wounds to keep the skin relaxed, and cried out in pure delight.

“I can feel you!” the younger man yelled happily. Sucking sounds filled the room as his ass filled up. He moved slower, thoroughly riding the wet cock, concentrating on his own climax. As Chris groaned how his balls were getting wet, Brady felt a hard spark in his tail bone. He cried out as it spread through his groin. “Touch me!”

Chris immediately grabbed the throbbing cock in his fist. It took only a few jerks to make him come. He looked at Brady’s utterly delighted expression, and stuck out his tongue to catch a particular hard squirt. “Mm...” He licked his lips. He lifted his wet hand, to clean his fingers with smacks and moans.

Brady couldn’t care about the bandages anymore. He fell down on Chris to kiss him deeply, sucking the man’s tongue. Chris slipped out of him, but he didn’t let him go from his tight embrace. They squirmed against each other, enjoying the aftermath as long as possible. Finally, they finished the kiss with a satisfied smack. “You okay?” Brady mumbled.

“Ouch,” Chris said with emphasis and a wink. “But it was so good...”

After another kiss, Brady rolled off him. They cuddled up close, pulling the blankets over them. “Lucas doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

“He’ll come around,” Chris shrugged. “I’m glad you’re not that impressed as well... I would be extremely unhappy if I had no sex for two weeks. One day and my balls were killing me already.”

“Such demanding balls,” Brady chuckled. “Mmh. I love them.”

“They’re still able to have another go...”

Brady reached down, touching a remarkable hard cock. He chuckled. “Can you be on top?”

Chris already pushed him on his back, and crawled between his legs. “You bet,” he sighed, pressing into the wet ass with a single roll of his hips. “Oh yeah...”

Brady pulled up his legs and wrapped them around the man’s hips, allowing him to enter him deeply. He caught the demanding lips on his own, duelling with the hot tongue, keeping him tightly against him with his arms around the strong neck.

Chris fucked him hard and fast, now he wasn’t bursting as much anymore. He slipped his arms under the smaller body, pressing down on him with all his weight. He slowed down for a moment, to push inside as deeply as he could, rolling his hips only slightly, but then he sped up again.

Brady loved every second. He had to break the kiss as he got out of air, but he didn’t let go of his hold. Encouraging the man with loud cries and commands, he squirmed to feel as much friction as possible.

Chris pushed up on his hands. “Jerk,” he commanded breathlessly.

The boy immediately obeyed. The sheets slid down, and he looked at the gorgeous body slamming between his legs. It dragged him right over the edge. “Yes!”

The body-builder responded with a cry, bucking his hips. Another hot wave filled Brady’s ass, soaking it, dribbling out as he kept pounding. He groaned deeply as he finally slowed down. “That’s the one I needed,” he grunted. “Damn!” He shivered as another, final squirt left him, and slipped out to collapse on the mattress. Pressing one hand against his chest and the other against his cheek, he sighed. “Whew. You know how to make me happy, baby...”

Brady’s heart slowed down again. He was wet with perspiration, limbs trembling, and his cock was still leaking as it relaxed. “I just changed the bed,” he muttered tiredly.

Chris patted the heaving belly. “Sorry,” he said without meaning it. “I don’t care how wet it is. I have to sleep now. Can you give me a painkiller? It’s throbbing...”

“Of course.” Trembling on his knees, Brady climbed out of bed to get the pills and a glass of water. “Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea after all...?”

“I don’t care.” Chris swallowed the pills and emptied the glass. “I goddamn needed a good fuck, so thank you, baby.”

“Take some rest now. Nothing ripped...?”

“I’m fine,” the man promised. He made himself comfortable, looking pleased and relaxed. “Good to be home,” he murmured. “Oh, hey, Bray?”

“Yes?” Brady turned at the door.

“Move in, okay? Live with me and Lucas.”

Brady smiled. “Okay, Chris,” he promised.