Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 6

return the feelings as much as they were given. So far no twink had offered to remain after he had his ass stretched by Rory's cock and discovered the hard but firm reality he'd been used and would probably never amount to anything in the film industry for his troubles other than to remain a go-fetch boy.
    Kyle snorted. "Maybe? Maybe? Is that all you can say? Look at you. If your mouth can't articulate your feelings, your body certainly can. You've got a hard-on even a dozen twinks with butt-plug trained assholes couldn't handle... and I like that."
    Sure enough, Kyle was right. Rory had a throbbing stiffy only a real man could satisfy or know what to do with. His foreskin had also retracted, revealing a big, bulging head also glistening with the excitement of what was to follow. It was like a show down in an old western, except instead of comparing the size of their revolvers they were showing each other their fat cocks. "Then... then... why don't we... fuck?" he mumbled, unable to believe he would ever be in a situation like this, let alone with Kyle.
    "We?" Kyle stepped closer, taking Rory by his hands. His touch was electric and Rory couldn't help but feel more pangs of excitement course through him. In fact, Kyle came so close their cocks touched. Sure enough, within seconds their dicks had given each other a little pre-cum soaked kiss, their fluids a beautiful silken bridge of their touch between them.
    Rory swallowed hard. Right there and then a realisation struck him. What he needed, what he was missing all his life because he fucked pretty young men was the simple fact that he never got any love given back to him. He was the one who had always been the pitcher. The top. The one who did all the work. Now, with a man like Kyle, handsome in all his glory, he realised conquest sometimes wasn't the desired outcome of a sexual encounter. Sometimes it was far better to let go. To be the one who would have love thrust upon him before giving it in return. "Yes," he whispered. "I would like you to... fuck me."
    "I never thought I'd hear you say that."
    "I never thought I'd say it either. Not to you, anyway."
    They embraced tight.
    What's more, their embrace was soon followed by a deep, passionate kiss. A kiss where Rory didn't have to send in his tongue to choke to death the poor lad who tried to take him all without complaint for fear he'd blow his chance for stardom. For the first time in his life Rory didn't have to prove his manhood because such a thing wasn't expected right now. Right now it was about letting go, experiencing something wonderful with a man who could take control. A fantastic thing indeed.
    The dancing of their tongues was an erotic sensation, followed by numerous giddy spells and an even greater rush of emotion to harden his cock even more. Rory was practically gasping by the time Kyle parted their kiss. His intention all along, no doubt.
    "Fuck me!" Rory cried out, more as a term to express his enjoyment of what had transpired than an actual physical suggestion. His lips tingled, but nowhere near as much as his balls. He was ready for action, no matter how that came.
    "I plan to."
    Before Rory could clarify the meaning of his words, Kyle had pushed him with gentle encouragement so he had no choice but to lie over the nearest prop which was strewn over the alien desert landscape, a sort of gothic table complete with carved dragon legs and an iron candelabra. Seconds later, with Kyle's gentle but firm encouragement, with his touch all over every erotic part of his body, including the wonderful and sensitive spot between his arsehole and the back of his balls, Rory parted his legs as wide as they would go for his new lover.
    Rory moaned, throwing back his head and waiting with baited breath for the moment where he'd be pierced by one of the most beautiful cocks he'd ever seen on any man. If he was going to be fucked, he would want it in some strange yet satisfying twist of fate, for it to be Kyle who fucked him. In truth, Rory couldn't ever let one of his conquered twinks fuck him. They just didn't seem up to the job as far as he was concerned. Why ask a boy to do a man's job? If he was going to lose his virginity, then it would be to someone who could hold a conversation beyond a nervous giggle or a lust-filled look. It was going to be a man who did it to him, period. Kyle, right now, was that man.
    "Ready, darling?"
    "Fucking yes, I'm fucking ready!" Rory returned his gaze to Kyle. "Now get on