As they were leaving the church, Jim found that just being in the presence of Mike was more than he could stand anymore. Mike looked so good in his starched white shirt and tie that Jim was having a hard time keeping his cock from getting hard. He hadn't slept well the night before, knowing that Mike would spend the next two nights in his bed.
He knew, however, that he would never make it through the next 24 hours of Thanksgiving celebration without raping Mike, so he had to think of someway of getting his cock in Mike's ass, just to tap some of the burning nut juice raging in his balls. On the ride home, Jim took his rock hard cock out of his pants, much to Mike's distress...."just don't get us arrested", said Mike. Reluctantly, Jim put his cock back in his pants, accepting the fact that Mike wasn't going to just pull over to give him some fucking head.
After packing the truck, Jim and Mike headed for Shurgard, to get some things out of storage. By now, both of them had accepted the fact that they had to fuck or someone was going to get hurt! After they were finally done, they threw all caution to the wind. Arriving at the storage unit, Jim ran out of patience. He opened his pants, and his cock, harder and redder than he had ever seen it, jutted out of his pants. Mike sank to his knees, taking a hit of the poppers as he opened his mouth, gratefully accepted that hard piece of meat into his throat.
Although the poppers were stale, the space crowded and floor hard, Mike didn't care. At last, a hard cock was poking his throat, which simply increased his need to get that throat opened and worked. Jim was past caring about kindness, and wrapped his hands around the back of Mike's head, and started fucking. At this point, he had to fuck...he hoped Mike wouldn't get hurt but quite honestly...too fucking bad! He shoved his cock in deep and Mike gagged...not complaining just gagged. Jim pulled back a bit, and just fucked, rocking back and forth as his beet-red hard cock rode over Mike's tongue and into his throat. "God, I need to come", thought Jim.
The blow job was great but Jim needed to fuck Mike's ass. Needed, not wanted. The need had been so great for the last week that Jim found himself lying awake in his bed at night, literally. Never had he experienced such a need. He found that Mike had already opened his pants and so he just pushed them down. Turning around without a word, as is his typical fashion, Mike gave Jim his ass. Jim grabbed the lotion from his pocket, smeared it over his hot cock, and shoved.
He wasn't considerate...he wasn't gentle. Fuck! He needed his cock in Mike's hole and didn't give a fuck if someone came around the corner just then...he wouldn't have stopped! Mike grunted once, and took a hit of the stale poppers. Jim fucked. Hard, fast, intense. He held Mike by the hips and threw his body into him, pounding his hot cock into Mike's fuck-hole...tightened by the long absence of a good fuck. Mike bounced back against Jim's body, fucking himself on the cock.
It took only a short time for Jim to feel his cum surging up his cock...this was no time for holding back, as they could be caught, and Jim had no control anyway...not after the wait, and after seeing how hot Mike looked in church. It was too much and the cum bolted out of his cock, harder than he had ever cum before, and blasted up Mike's ass. The cum surged into Mike's hot hole, but Jim didn't stop fucking. For 5 more minutes he pounded Mike's ass, though Mike's legs starting shaking, and shit started flowing. "I don't care", thought Jim. " I want this man so bad that I want him to feel my seed far inside of him". He stopped only when the blood started to return to his brain, and he realized they needed to get the fuck out of there.
Once they got outside, they shared some smokes, and both found themselves shaking with the relief of having connected, of having shared each other's bodies. Mike could feel the cum in his ass, and Jim loved the feel of his sticky cock stuck to his underwear.
or "Fuck it", he thought. "I dig this guy and I like having his juices on me. I can't wait until I can get my hand on him tomorrow..."
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