He slammed me face-down on the mattress and spat on my hole. You asked what m/m romance is, he growled, voice low and rough. This is it. His thick cock shoved straight in, no slow tease, just one hard thrust that split me open and made me grunt into the sheets. He didnt wait. He fucked like he meant it, hips snapping, balls slapping my ass with every stroke.
I pushed back, taking every inch. Yeah, give it to me, I rasped. Show me how two guys do it raw. He grabbed my hair, yanked my head up, and drove deeper. The burn turned into that deep, gut-punch pleasure that only comes when a mans cock is buried balls-deep in another man. Sweat dripped off him onto my back. He smelled like beer, smoke, and pure sex.
He pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and shoved my legs wide. Look at that hole, he said, staring at where his cock had just been.
Already gaping for me. Then he sank back in, one smooth, filthy slide, and started pounding again. My own dick lay hard and leaking against my stomach. He wrapped a callused hand around it and jerked me in time with his thrusts. You gonna come on my cock like a good boy?
Fuck yes, I groaned. Every time he bottomed out I saw stars. The headboard slammed the wall. The room stank of sweat and lube and the sharp tang of pre-cum. He leaned down, bit my nipple hard enough to make me shout, then licked the sting away. Thats m/m romance, asshole, he panted against my mouth. Two men using each other until we cant walk.
I came first, shooting thick ropes across my chest while he kept fucking me through it. My hole clenched around him and he lost it, growling as he unloaded deep inside me. I felt every pulse, hot and wet, filling me up. He stayed buried, grinding slow, pushing his load deeper until it started leaking out around his cock.
He pulled out and watched his cum drip from my used hole. Still want a definition? he asked, wiping his dick on my thigh.
I laughed, breathless. Yeah. Round two. Show me again.
He grinned, already getting hard. Get on your knees.
