Facade

young man moved toward a small shelf with a built-in drawer, never taking his eyes off Jonas, and retrieved a small packet of lube from it.
    “You keep that in there?” Jonas queried.
    “I knew we’d need it today,” Nicky answered shyly.
    “You have condoms in there too?”
    Nicky looked up with a jerk, as if he’d forgotten something.
    “Of course!” He went back to the shelf to get the rest of his supplies.
    Jonas saw him fumbling and came closer, taking the condom from him. “Relax, it’s me, remember? Anything you do is fine by me.”
    Nicky exhaled loudly and rolled his eyes. “I guess, because I’ve never done this….”
    Jonas kissed him lightly. “But you have and I have too, just not with each other. I know you’ll make me feel good and I know I can make you feel good too, so just go for it.” He waited for Nicky to look him in the eye. “Stud.”
    A small giggle escaped Nicky’s throat, and then he pulled himself together. “Turn around?” he asked more than demanded of Jonas.
    Jonas saw him move behind him and stare at their joint reflection in the mirror. He watched Nicky lift his hands to wrap his arms around his stomach and almost shivered in anticipation. The memories of being fucked in front of this very same mirror by Chris came back to him, but the feeling now was so much better. On a purely physical level, the encounter with Chris had been satisfying, but now here with Nicky, Jonas realized it was going to be a much fuller experience.
    Nicky smiled as Jonas’s cock flinched up when he touched his belly and the older man pulled him closer.

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    “Make me ready?”
    Jonas braced himself, letting go of Nicky’s arms to support himself as he leaned against the mirror. He watched as Nicky squeezed some lube onto his fingers and warmed it, and then the hand disappeared behind him. The feeling of the slippery digits rubbing along his cleft and over his opening made him moan. He held back, still very aware of the fact that they had listeners, but as Nicky’s fingers zoned in on the more sensitive places and eventually breached him, he groaned audibly. “That’s it, just like I prep you, stretch me, make me ready,” he pleaded.
    “I’m making you harder and I haven’t even touched your cock,” Nicky stated in amusement.
    Jonas sighed, trying to gather his thoughts as he was being stretched by two fingers slipping in and out of his body. “I can make you come without touching you… so why are you… so surprised?” Nicky giggled nervously, adding a third finger. “You’re very tight.”
    “But I’m ready,” Jonas added, clearly straining to keep a semblance of control. Then he remembered he was still holding the condom, so he quickly extricated himself from Nicky’s grasp, turned around, and fell to his knees. He took Nicky’s cock in his mouth, returning it to its earlier rigidity, and rolled on the condom. “Lube?” he asked.
    Nicky, looking down quite stunned at everything that was happening, chuckled and pointed at the one chair in the cubicle, where Jonas had hung his clothes. The package retrieved, they returned to their earlier positions. It was a little awkward with their usual positions reversed, but Jonas knew he wanted this. He was prepped and ready. To his surprise Nicky’s initial thrust was confident, but then he seemed to be holding back, possibly to let him get used to being filled.
    “’s okay, Nicky, feels good,” he managed to say.
    “You look good,” the designer whispered in his ear as he slowly pushed in further. “And you’re still really tight.” Façade
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    Jonas opened his eyes and looked straight ahead. The image in the mirror was amazing. Himself, stark naked and painfully hard; Nicky behind him, still mostly dressed in tight flare pants, his shirt open and hanging off his shoulders. Nicky’s thrusts were becoming quite powerful, and Jonas’s body jerked with every one of them, making his cock bounce. The designer was breathing heavily into his ear and he heard moans. His own? He was beyond caring, so mesmerized by the image in front of him and the sensation that he was being royally fucked, a cock grazing over the most sensitive spot in his entire body every time it pumped in and out of him. He didn’t know how long he was going to last, but he refused to let his mind wander to more dreary places just to keep from coming. He wanted to savor every movement, every thrust, knowing it would be rare if ever