Crashed

6.

It was dark, and the two men couldn’t do anything else but relax. Ward was lying on his back, dozing, when Lucky crawled against him. Thoughtlessly, he wrapped an arm around him to cuddle him. Lucky gave him a few soft kisses as if he was asking for attention. It made Ward smile. “Silly boy,” he murmured, and he answered the kiss.

Lucky crept a little closer. He didn’t speak, as he rarely did when he asked for sexual attention. He was still feeling a little awkward. Still, he reached down, and gently touched Ward’s cock. He rolled it between his fingers until it hardened, and slid down to massage the testicles. Lucky was hard himself. He pressed his front against Ward’s hip.

As Lucky warmed him up, Ward deepened the kiss. Lucky was a great kisser. The combination of the tongue in his mouth and the hand between his legs was arousing him quickly. Ward shifted a little, lifted a leg, and took Lucky’s hand to push it deeper between his butt cheeks. The pilot knew exactly what he wanted. Ward sighed pleased as one finger slipped a little inside. “Lube...?”

“Definitely,” Lucky answered with a whisper.

The lubricant made it easier. Lucky fingered him deeply, slowly, kissing continuously while stroking Ward at the same time. Ward moaned appreciatively. He used a lubed up hand to stroke the other in turn, unconsciously moving his hips at the same speed.

“Want me to fuck you...?”

“Gods, yes,” Ward sighed. “Take it slow, please.” He rolled on his back, willingly lifting and spreading his legs. They groaned at the same moment as Lucky entered him, and kissed when they started to move.

Lucky took it easy, as Ward had requested. He kneaded the man’s butt, slowly driving his cock between them. “Don’t come yet,” he whispered. He had no idea why he whispered. It wasn’t as if anyone could hear him. “I want to...” A groan escaped him, and he shivered, “I want to play with your wet ass when I filled you.”

Ward obeyed, keeping his hands occupied with Lucky’s hair and shoulders instead of his own cock. “Next time I want you to fuck me on the beach,” he mumbled. They only had sex in bed, in the dark. It wasn’t easy to forget civilise behaviour. “Mm... In the surf, baby... I want to feel your delicious cock while the waves tickle my balls...”

“Ah, yes,” Lucky smiled with his eyes closed. He sped up a bit, and his testicles slapped rhythmically against the slick notch. “Spurting my load inside of your wonderful ass, while the water sloshes over you... Mm... Filling you... I want to fill you...” He was obviously heating up, and no longer feeling awkward. “Gods, Ward...! I love your slick, hot ass! You feel so good, baby!”

Ward loved to hear him talking like that. He could hear the pleasure in the tone of voice. His ass burned wonderfully as the man now slammed inside. “Yes, sweetheart! Give me your load! Quench my thirsty asshole!” Having no neighbours was great! He never knew talking dirty could be so sexy...

“Take it! Fuck yes, take it all!” Lucky uttered a raw scream when he came. He smashed his hips against the spread cheeks, releasing deep inside. “Ah... So good...” With a delighted shiver, he drew his dripping cock out. True to his promise, he replaced it with his fingers. “Now you’re all wet,” he said pleased. “I like you all wet and slick, big guy...”

The sigh came from the depth of Ward’s heart. Lucky stroked and fingered him, mercilessly dragging him over the edge. He tried to keep it up, but he couldn’t last for long. His sperm landed everywhere. “For someone who doesn’t know what he’s doing, you certainly know where to find my sweet spot,” he groaned. “Don’t pull back yet! Touch that spot... Right there... Massage it with the tips of your... Ah... Don’t stop...”

Lucky smiled down on him, obediently rubbing against the swollen prostate. “Do you want a second go, handsome...?”

“Please! You’re doing great!”

“Make me hard again, Ward.” He fingered harder, knelt within reach. Slick sounds filled the quiet jet as Ward began to stroke his wet cock. He erected swiftly. “I want you to ride me. But not here. I want to go outside.”

“But it’s raining!” Ward groaned with difficulty.

“I know. Follow me.” He drew back, and climbed off the bed. “Hurry, handsome... My cock is itching for your ass.”

“Damn!” Ward followed him quickly. Outside, Lucky sat down in his low chair, under the canvas. He lifted his cock with his thumb. Ward instantly straddled him. He could take him easily, all the way to the root. “This time, I want you to stroke me,” Ward said with another groan. “Please?”

The rain rattled on the canvas, leaking through with small drops, wetting them as they moved in unison. Lucky met Ward’s butt halfway, increasing the speed and force in which the young executive rode him. They kept up the rhythm for quite some time, until Lucky pushed against Ward. They fell next to the chair. Lucky rolled between the spread legs, pushed up on his hands, and fucked him hard and fast.

Ward’s breath was one long, happy yell. He masturbated furiously as the heat spread through his whole lower body. He yelled his commands, shamelessly ordering Lucky to fulfil his slutty needs, to fill his hot man-cunt, to use him and abuse him. It felt great to be loud and dirty. Lucky happily obliged. If he felt awkward because of the dirty language, it wasn’t noticeable.
They came at almost the same moment, screaming out their delight without restrictions.

As Lucky fell down on Ward, utterly exhausted, Ward realised he was incredibly happy. “I think I love you,” he said under his breath.

Lucky replied by pulling his arms tightly around him, burying his face against Ward’s shoulder. It took a few minutes to gain their bearings. All that time, Lucky stayed deep inside. Finally, he looked up. “Dirty, dirty big guy,” he murmured. “All that talk...”

“Sorry...”

Lucky shut him up with a kiss. “Don’t be. I loved it. As for that other thing you just said...”

Ward could see Lucky’s face in the moonlight, and he anxiously awaited the reply.

“I believe that’s mutual, Ward Avery.”

They stayed in the rain until it became too cold.