Page 38 of Sun, Sea and Spotted Squid

Sam shifted so his dick pressed against Wolfie, who supported his own legs. Giving Sam a clear invitation. He pushed against him and was met with resistance.

“You’re tight,” he whispered.

Finally he slid in. Wolfgang juddered and went to cry out. Sam covered Wolfgang’s mouth. He absolutely did not want to risk Astrid bursting in.

“Is that okay?” he asked.

Wolfgang nodded. Sam removed his hand and resumed his position.

“It’s amazing,” Wolfgang said.

Fully inside, Sam rocked his hips up and down. Wolfgang tweaked at his own nipples. Apparently lost in the motion.

“More,” he ordered.

Sam obliged by picking up the pace. He fell forward and filled Wolfgang’s mouth with his tongue while grinding his cock into him. Wolfgang clasped the back of his neck.

Sweat fell from Sam’s forehead, mingling with Wolfie’s.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he said.

He pulled out and sat back on his heels. Waiting for Wolfgang to oblige.

Wolfgang spun around, crouching down so his hole lay fully exposed.

What a perfect picture.

His tight buttocks and tiny waist led up to muscular broad shoulders. Sam plunged his cock inside again. Wolfgang arched his body and moaned. Making Sam fuck him harder. His hair drenched in sweat. The heat in the room overwhelming.

“Come for me,” Sam panted.

Wolfgang reached below himself and tugged at his own cock.

They fell into a rhythm. Both seeking the same thing.

“Oh God, Sam,” Wolfgang stammered. “I’m coming.”

His muscles contracted against Sam’s cock as his body went into spasm. He’d buried his face in their discarded clothing to mask his noise.

This pushed Sam over the edge. His orgasm coming fast and strong. He dug his fingers into Wolfgang’s flesh as every muscle contracted.

“Fuck,” he said. “Fuck.”

He collapsed onto Wolfgang as the aftershocks ran through his body.

Once his heart rate had fallen a bit, he moved away and sank on the floor next to Wolfgang, who was still lying on his front. They lay there panting.

Everything was perfect. For about thirty seconds.

Wolfgang jumped up and glanced at his watch.

“I have to go.”

He got to his feet and grabbed his clothes. Sam took the condom off and stood. The rage he’d had days ago returned tenfold.

He has absolutely no fucking right to treat me like this.

“Oh I see,” Sam said, throwing the condom into his bin. “You’ve got what you needed and now you’re off to play hetereosexuals?”