Oh, Stop, Don't Stop

Max slammed the front door behind him angrily as he stomped into his small studio apartment. His lips hurt; his ass hurt; his dick hurt. His whole body ached: bruises on his sides, his arms, his thighs.

He shed off his sweats and t, flinging them all over the place, kicked off his sneakers and got into the shower, turning the faucet to hot. As the steaming water hit his aching muscles, he closed his eyes shut, tears streaming down his face. He let the hot water soothe his pain. But it was also an internal sort of pain: pain of the heart, of the soul.

There had been this guy who Max had located online and who he had spent many hours communicating with. They had connected, shared stories and sentiments. Sent each other photos. Turned cams on. Got naked for each other. Jerked off. Laughed and joked. Squirted cum. All in all, the two lads had had great fun. Until Bo mentioned that it was about time they met in person.

“We can’t let all this juice go for nothing,” Bo had said, a smirk on his handsome face, globs of cum splashed onto their chests and pubes.

Max had been excited about the meeting. They had agreed to meet in public for a sandwich or a coffee, and then perhaps take it from there. Max had known that they would end up fucking, and he was ok with that. Not just ok, but fantastic. Bo had seemed so right, in all aspects. A killer body, a killer smile, a killer dick. Not that Max was that shabby either. At 24, he was fit, tall, and handsome.

However, Max’s sexual life had been wanting. A few incidents in the local park, with older men getting on their knees behind a bush and blowing him. It was Bo who had moved his heartstrings as well as his cock veins and ass muscles.

The meeting had been genial. Bo, in person, was exactly as Max had visualized him to be. This was his man, although Bo was 3 years older. Max hadn’t minded the small age gap at all. In fact, he kind of liked it that an older guy was interested in him.

After finishing their coffee, Bo had asked if Max was available so they could get more “comfortable” in Bo’s place. Max had immediately agreed, his heart pounding inside his chest.

As soon as the two men got to Bo’s apartment, Bo had grabbed Max and started to make out. Hungry kissing. Bodies grinding. Hands roaming and rubbing. Max had been in heaven. This had been the first time that he felt another man’s body all over him. To be held tight, to feel the masculinity, to hear the moans of lust echoing in the apartment, the aroma of men emitting testosterone.

The making out had slowly turned a bit rough as the two lads got hornier. Bo had ripped Max’s shirt open, buttons flying all over the place. He then leaned and started to nibble on Max’s nipples, the nibbles turning to bites. Max had started to feel the pain but he was too horny to stop Bo from biting into his nipples.

Max’s sweatpants had been pulled down roughly also. His own dick was rock hard. But instead of going for the man cock, Bo had started on Max’s balls. He had fisted them with his hand and squeezed, still biting on the nipples, licking up the neck, finding the mouth, and biting on the lips.

Max had groaned, torn between the pain and the pleasure.

And then came the slapping. First on Max’s butt cheeks as his balls were being pulled and squeezed. Then on his face as Bo bit his lower lip. At this point, Max realized that this was not what he had anticipated. However, Bo was not to be stopped. It was animalistic, physically intoxicating.

Throwing Max on to the sofa, Bo had pinned the naked and aching Max under him, lifted his legs, fished out his hard and thick cock through the fly of his jeans and thrust it into the tight virgin hole. Viciously. Max had screamed trying to push Bo away with both hands. But it had been too late. Bo had already penetrated. Max had almost fainted.

Bo fucked hard, grunting and sweating, his hands grabbing every inch of Max’s naked body, pinching, squeezing, scratching. His teeth had also been busy, biting the lips, the face cheeks, the neck, the nipples. Max squirmed, not knowing where the pain was coming from. He hoarsely begged Bo to stop, but he had also heard himself begging Bo to continue, not to stop. In spite of all the pain, Max 6-inch dick remained rock hard. He cummed. Multiple times. He didn’t seem to be able to stop the churning in his aching balls as streams of semen ejaculated onto his chest with Bo’s thick cock plowing his ass.

Bo had cummed too, pulled out, smiled at Max, and kissed him softly on his lips.

“Baby, you’re awesome.”

Max had gotten up and pulled on his clothes and left without saying a word.

The hot water somewhat eased the aches. Max stepped out of the shower and started to dry himself, his head whirling with conflicting thoughts. Why had Bo been so rough? Was this how man sex was going to be? Rough masculinity? No gentle love-making? No preparations? Pain?

Max had watched gay porn, of course, and he was turned on by some of the rough scenes depicted. Guys in chains, candles melting on naked skin, balls pulled and squeezed, pins and butt plugs and all that stuff. But that was porn stuff, wasn’t it? Real life was different, wasn’t it?

His laptop pinged. A message. From Bo.

“Why did you leave so fast, baby?”

Max gazed at the message. “fast?” “baby?” What the fucking fuck? Didn’t Bo realize what he had done? What could he, Max, respond to that?

Still naked, Max sat in front of his laptop, his eyes tearing. He loved Bo. But was that fuck session what he wanted from Bo, from any lover? Could he tell Bo that… ? Actually, what could he tell Bo? It had been more than evident that he had been totally into it, proved by the squirt after squirt of cum ejaculating out of his throbbing cock as Bo pounded and pinched and bit and slapped.

“I had to shower,” Max typed in, his hands shaking. So lame.

“Haha,” came the immediate response. “Baby, I’m still hard for you. I want to come over, now.”

Oh my God, screamed inside Max’s head. His cock immediately erected as he gazed at the message.

Could he take Bo again? Like before? He touched his nipples and they were sore. His ass was even more sore. But his cock throbbed harder.

“I love you,” he typed, hesitated, then punched “enter.”

The screen went silent. One minute. Five. No response. With a heave, Max closed down the laptop, stuffed his hard dick inside his briefs, pulled up a clean pair of sweat shorts and walked into his small kitchenette to prepare some coffee.

Sipping the hot brew, Max sat on his couch, bare torso, bulging shorts with an erection that hadn’t settled. That was it, though. He had said the L-word. Bo was history.

He kept glancing at the laptop. Any ping? Silence. He reached inside his shorts and played with his hard cock, but when he grabbed his balls, he almost screamed. They were so tender and aching. Sliding his hand under, inside his crack, he gingerly felt for his hole. Again, the pain. But his cock throbbed harder.

With a start, Max jumped as his front door buzzer reverberated. Slowly, he opened the door. Bo. Grin. Bouquet of flowers. Bottle of wine. Max melted.

The smile turned into a smirk as Bo’s eyes roamed over Max’s bare torso and his tented shorts.

“I can see you’ve been waiting for me, lover boy,” he said teasingly.

Max trembled as he kept Bo standing at the door, not moving aside to let him in.

“What’s wrong babe?”

Slowly, Max stepped back letting Bo in. He couldn’t do otherwise. His whole body ached. But he ached for Bo.

Placing the wine and the flowers on the kitchen counter, Bo spooned Max from behind, his arms around the waist, his hands feeling the smooth skin of Max’s ripped abs. When he moved a hand down to feel the erecting cock, Bo started licking the back of Max’s neck, grinding his own now hard cock on Max’s butt. The moans came from both lads.

Max shivered when he felt Bo’s teeth against the side of his neck. He didn’t mind the hickey, but he did mind, in a way, the roughness.

“Bo?” Max whispered.

“Yes, baby?” Bo whispered back, the voice turning somewhat gruffier, his hand moving down to cup Max’s nuts.

“Could you… please… you know… just be gentle?” Max stammered.

“Baby, you want it rough. Look at this bone you’re having. Fuck, Max, don’t be a sissy.”

Max wasn’t a sissy. No way. He loved being held inside Bo’s arms with Bo’s front glued onto his back. The sensations were incredible. But not as a sissy. Max was a guy. They both were. The fact that their first encounter turned Max under Bo, taking Bo’s cock inside his ass, didn’t make him a pussy.

Max pulled away from Bo, turned around, held Bo at the hips and turned him. He then spooned Bo, emulating their earlier hug but with him now glued onto Bo’s back, with his cock prodding Bo’s ass cheeks.

Bo moaned as he felt Max’s hard cock throbbing against his butt.

“So this is what you want? You want a piece of me, too, huh?”

“Yeah, Bo,” Max was the one licking and nibbling on Bo’s neck, his hand cupping Bo’s balls. “I want a piece of you. I want all of you.”

If they were going to be a pair, an item, lovers, then they were both going to get fucked. No roles. No intimidation. Pain and pleasure, by both, for both. Max bit hard on Bo’s shoulder muscle. Bo grunted.

“Fuck, Max where the fuck is your bed?”

Max mounted Bo and fucked him hard and deep. He bit Bo’s lips, nibbled on Bo’s nipples, and shot a huge load inside Bo’s guts. Bo cummed hands free as he was pounded by Max.

“Break that fucking bottle of wine, Bo,” Max heaved as he lay on his back, naked, panting, sweating, totally spent.

Bo got up, the smirk back on his face, found the bottle screw opener in a drawer and proceeded on opening the wine bottle.

“You know, Max. I didn’t take you for a top.”

“Huh?”

“I mean, the vibes I got from you… You gave the impression you wanted to get fucked.”

Max snickered. “Oh, yeah? Bull shit!”

Bo poured wine into two glasses and walked back to the bed, his dick and balls swinging, his toned body still shining with sweat.

“Cheers, baby.”

The boys enjoyed the wine, and then fucked.