Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 6

with it, for fuck's sake before those dog aliens come back and we'll have no choice but to spray them with our cum to scare them off this time."
    "You produce that much?" Kyle asked, his cheekiness clear. He ran his hands all over Rory's cock, milking it as if to emphasis his words. Rory shuddered.
    "If you keep going like that I will," he replied with a groan.
    Kyle had positioned himself up on the table and between Rory's legs. His lover's cock was hard and huge, his head shining like a jewel in the sunlight as it wept more and more pre-cum. With a graceful movement, Kyle had picked up his jeans and retrieved a bottle of lubricant from the front pocket. A packet of condoms, as well. Not only was he a man with a monster cock Rory was now practically begging for, he was prepared, too. Talk about fantastic. No stage hand would ever think of lubricant or protection when they were more concerned for their potential future career. Perhaps Kyle was someone Rory needed.
    Within moments, Rory got his wish.
    At first the sensation of being fucked was unlike anything Rory had ever experienced or expected. A pain, intense and emanating from his arsehole, washed over him to consume his thoughts. His whole body tensed and he gritted his teeth.
    Then, when Kyle began to gain a rhythm, work his cock in deeper and deeper so Rory's prostate was stimulated with his movement, Rory somehow relaxed. The pain he experienced changed to one of both concentrated joy and relief, and before long, Kyle was on top of Rory, holding him tight and lavishing hot, sweet kisses all over his tingling, sex soaked skin.
    "Fuck!" Rory yelled, an echo his reply.
    He came. Great white ribbons of his jizz splashed all over his stomach, chest, neck and chin from his aching, throbbing cock while he was being fucked like the dirty piece of man meat he was. Kyle was right, he was a pig and he fucking loved it. Nothing compared to the orgasm he got from being filled by a man who could certainly fill him. Rory wanted to be fucked again... and now!
    Kyle soon yelled as well, but his words were something incomprehensible as he came close to climax after he had pounded the cum out of Rory's balls. He pulled out, and Rory missed him already, feeling empty. Kyle was covered in sweat, breathing deep and looking as sexy as fucking hell as he pulled off the condom and shuffled up the table to put his big, bulging cock right near Rory's face.
    Then, a split second later, Kyle blew his load. He covered Rory's face in his jizz, not seeming to care where the fluid went other than to make sure it spurted over his lips, up his nose and into his eyebrows and fringe. Rory loved it, and he began licking his lover's cum from around his mouth as soon as he could, using his fingers to get at the rest.
    His tongue was numbed by the salty tang of Kyle's ejaculate, and as he swallowed, he realised one thing. Kyle was right yet again. This was exactly what Rory was missing in his life, someone to take control and be a man for him... and to treat him like he was an object of desire like how he treated those stage hands not so long ago.
    Rory also came to the realisation right there and then that he wanted more attention from Kyle— no, needed more attention and he would beg for it if he had to. No twink would have ever done that to him, fuck him like the bitch he was then cover him in jizz for good measure. A twink wouldn't even think of such a thing for fear it would ruin his chances of being the next star of stage or screen or both. Not so with Kyle. Kyle gave Rory exactly what the both of them had desired, yet didn't know it until they got together and slapped skin.
    Rory couldn't help it, he got excited again. His slick with cum cock growing harder and harder the more he thought about Kyle fucking the living daylights out him then covering him in hot, sticky cum as a reward for opening his legs as wide as possible.
    "You liked that, didn't you, my darling pig boy?" Kyle asked with a gasp. Beads of sweat dripped from his brow, and while squeezing his cock to drain every last drop of his love juice for his freshly fucked cum pig, he smiled benevolently. Shivers of delight coursed through Rory. Kyle sure was someone he would have never thought in a million years would ever satisfy him, but he did. The man was amazing.
    "Yes, I fucking well did and you know it." Rory kissed Kyle's cock head, and then opened his mouth wider to accept more of his lover's ejaculate that seemed to keep