Chapter 11

All too soon, he heard Michael’s breathy voice declare, “I’m getting close.”

Without wanting to spoil Michael’s pleasure by delaying his climax, Shane began riding him harder, eager to have the man’s seed inside him.

“I’m going to cum if you keep doing that,” Michael moaned. He closed his eyes and grunted. “Too late,” he said, his voice strained and his face screwed up into an expression of intense ecstasy.

Michael bucked his hips once, twice, then held his hips hard up against Shane as he shot his load deep inside. Michael’s expression, along with the knowledge his new friend’s cock was right at that moment filling him with warm sperm, proved too much for Shane. He took hold of his cock, and after only a dozen strokes, he shot a long streak of cum that landed on Michael’s torso in a thick line. It was immediately followed by four or five more splattered lines, which soon spread across Michael’s chest and belly, and ran down his sides to bleed into the bedspread.