for the unknown man in bed with him. A part of him cringed at his shamelessness, but he was beyond caring.
Fuck me. Please, fuck me.
“You’re breathtaking. Shh, I’m here. I’ve got you.”
Something blunt and big circled his opening, and Micah’s body gave in to the pressure. His hole opened, and he was slowly, surely filled. He groaned with relief. Travis pushed on the back of his thighs, keeping him spread open, and Micah could let his arms fall to the sides and just be. The huge hardness inside him moved at a steady, reassuring pace, and he purred with delight.
“Relax. Breathe and let me make you come. You don’t have to do anything, just breathe.”
If it were a dream, he didn’t want to wake up. The tiredness in his limbs hadn’t gone away yet, and he knew on some level that exhaustion and those damned hormones muddled his thoughts. However, the pumping fullness inside him became the only thing that mattered. He lay limp and took the gift, letting the pleasure spread and heighten. A comforting scent from the big man enveloped him, and Micah sighed with bliss. This was good. More than good. This was amazing. No more aching emptiness, no more agonizing pain. His name is Travis. Those firm yet gentle hands smoothed over his ass cheeks and thighs. Micah reveled in the contrast. The man held Micah like something fragile and precious, yet the cock moving in him was brutal, enormous, driving deep, stabbing into his belly from the inside. It should hurt, but it didn’t. Not even a little. It was heaven. Eyes closed, Micah focused on the delightful slide of wet skin against his inner walls, the calming pressure on his gland building and receding, the way his hole tightened and loosened and tightened again. Blissful tingles surrounded his opening, his taint, and balls, and his hopelessly hard dick, and something in his core throbbed gently, expectantly.
He came, spurting a few tiny drops of cum onto his belly. The small orgasm passed quickly, but it made the sensations inside him somehow better, warmer, more intense. He moaned.
“Good?” Travis whispered.
He just hummed, unable to speak. Maybe he was asleep. Who cared? Nothing felt real except for the fat, hard cock plunging into him relentlessly. The big man gathered him close until they were pressed together, naked skin on naked skin, and Micah savored the feeling of ultimate safety, of being owned, wrapped up, and fucked oh-so thoroughly. His name is Travis. Was sex always like this, or was it just the heat? Travis’s hips snapped back and forth faster now, and the big cockhead glided over his gland. It nudged the throbbing, needy bundle of flesh deep in his core. Is that…? He cried out with another peak and another. One more. Oh! Oh! That’s the spot! Right there! Oh yes! Yes!
“Yeah? Found your magic button. Hold on.”
Travis held his legs open and changed the angle a little and… Oh my fucking…
That thick cock now drilled right into the most sensitive spot inside his body, as if Travis controlled the main switch to Micah’s nervous system. Micah didn’t know when the orgasm began and when it ended. Electricity flowed through his arms and legs, and his gut sang with an endless stream of raw joy.
He might have been yelling. When he thought the sensations couldn’t get any better, that he couldn’t process any more pleasure, Travis roared and pumped his hips harder, his cock rapidly growing inside Micah’s quivering ass.
Back bowing from the bed, Micah screamed from the intensity. He recalled this part, this fullness so extreme it felt like his body wasn’t his anymore, and then…euphoria.
He didn’t know how much time had passed. He was clinging to the man like a limpet, legs wrapped around his waist, arms clutching his neck, face tucked under his jaw. They were locked together. He was gasping for air, pulling in Travis’s comforting scent, while his gland throbbed against the swollen dick inside him. He wouldn’t be able to describe the blissful satisfaction that unique point of contact brought him. It was as if time froze toward the end of the intense orgasm, and the pleasure stayed, held between them in the safety of Micah’s body. The intimacy of the moment overwhelmed him. He didn’t know Travis, yet it felt like Travis was the only man in the world who mattered. The primitive parts of Micah’s brain strained toward his first lover as if Micah knew him, as if