The feeling of Paul’s body on mine, the connection of our mouths, and the warm cum that pooled on my skin set off a torrent of sexual rage in me, triggering an animalistic response that I had never felt before. My hand grasped the back of Paul’s head and pulled him even closer. Our lips and tongues intertwined with an urgency I had never felt, never given in to. My dick pulsed with blood, and there was an intense desire to use it. I had to use it. Paul became a thing to me, a hole, not a person.
I began to pant. I felt as if I were coming out of my skin with sexual energy pulsating through every inch of my mind and body. In a strong, effortless move, I flipped Paul onto his back, maintaining all the connections between us. Paul’s legs wrapped around my waist, and I could feel the hardness of my cock work its way between Paul’s legs.
I needed to be inside him. I felt a hunger to push my dick into him to feel a warm hole wrap around my needy cock. This feeling was new to me; it was alien and unreal. It was like an out-of-body experience that I was witnessing and not just feeling.
My dick found the entrance to Paul’s ass, and I felt the hardness of my cockhead penetrate his hole. I felt a pop, and Paul let out a low groan, and his body tensed beneath me. Paul gripped my waist tightly with his legs as I forced my dick deep inside him.
I closed my eyes tightly as the feeling rushed through my body. I thought about the women I fucked. I tried to recall those sensations, but it felt nothing like this. There was nothing that felt even remotely close to this, as good as this, as intense as this. Sex with my wife wasn’t “sex”; it was romance, it was lovemaking, and it wasn’t ever truly fulfilling. Did it satisfy my sexual needs? Yes. Did it have any level of intensity like what was surging through me right now? No.
With my dick deeply implanted, I shifted myself up on my knees and began to drive my dick in and out of Paul’s tight ass. I gave no thought or feeling to what he wanted. This wasn’t about him. This was about my needs. My hunger to feel this. The desire that had been bottled up and repressed was being let loose, and I couldn’t stop it. I had crossed a threshold of no return.
Paul’s smaller frame was being pushed up and back on the bed as I used him for my desire. I drove my dick into him hard and with great intensity, not stopping to consider whether he wanted it or if he was even enjoying it. This was a selfish fuck, and I wasn’t going to be able to stop, and Paul didn’t try to stop me, which eased any feelings of guilt I might have felt.
I grunted like an animal, propping myself up on my hands to get more leverage. I looked down at Paul, and there was no sign of pain, no indication that what I was doing was wrong or unwanted. Paul caught my eye, and I saw my lust reflected in his expression. My unfettered lust eased for a moment, and I lowered my face to his, and our mouths found each other. Paul embraced me, pulling me to him. An electrical connection passed between us, fortifying the intensity of the moment.
Paul pulled his mouth from mine and took a deep breath, then buried his face in the crook of my neck. He gripped me tightly and moaned deeply as my dick pistoned in and out of him. Sweat began to run down my face and body, and I could feel every muscle flex from the sexual workout.
I began to grunt, making guttural sounds that I never recall ever producing. I pulled my dick out to the furthest limit, then pushed it back in as deeply as possible. A sloshing and slapping sound filled the room with an almost rhythmic tempo. Paul began to move his hips in compatible patterns, allowing me to sink even deeper and move with greater intensity.
I could feel myself getting close, and I forced myself to stop. I wanted this to last. I wanted to savor it for as long as possible, in case I was never able to feel anything this intense again. As I slowed down, all of my senses seemed elevated. I could hear my heart beating rapidly. I could feel the skin-to-skin connection points I made with Paul. I could hear the ice shards clacking against the windows, and the scent of cum and sweat that permeated between us.
As the near climax slowly faded, I began to fuck Paul once more. I felt more relaxed and more in control, though the intense desire remained. I didn’t have the same sense of just using him, of taking from him what I felt I needed. I wanted him to feel it too. I wanted him to want and need me. I wanted to feel needed, something I hadn’t felt in a very long time.
Paul began to kiss my neck as I started fucking him again. My erratic gyrations were replaced with more control. I could feel his ass wrap around my hard cock as it moved in and out of him. As our bodies moved together, I felt the shadow of loneliness I had been experiencing slowly fade.
I was so close that I couldn’t hold it back again. I could feel the intensity of the impending orgasm building rapidly. Every fiber of my body seemed to join in on the overarching sensations that were riffling through me. I was going to cum, to fill Paul’s ass with my cum. “I’m going to cum,” I moaned as if I were asking for permission. As if he were going to be able to stop me.
Cum burst from my dick, flooding Paul’s ass. Each blast drove a tremor of pure sexual energy through my body. With my dick exhausted, I took a deep breath as the incredible sensation slowly washed away. I stayed in the same position with my dick still deeply implanted inside of Paul. I watched his expression to see any traces of anger or disgust, but there were none. I waited for the sexual pleasure I had felt a moment earlier to be replaced with regret and guilt. But it didn’t.
I looked into Paul’s eyes and understood how much it hurt him to be kicked out of his home. The uncertainty about where he would go next was written all over his face. And in that moment, I recognized my own pain in his expression—the loneliness of being pushed away, with nowhere to turn, and the deep sense of isolation from another person's touch or desire.
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