Summer Fever

moving again, pressing his ass back into my hand, trying to hasten the penetration. I let him take control.
    “Another finger,” he muttered.
    I pulled out and added another finger, sinking them inside slowly. I could feel his inner muscles relax and his movements grew faster. His hips jerked when I found his prostate, stroking over it gently. “Oh, damn, baby, you know….”
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    “Damn yourself, Russ, do you know how hot you are?”
    “Three… three fingers… then I’m good…” he panted.
    I complied with his direction. He was taking my fingers easily now, moving against my hand, but three fingers are not a dick. He was still tight.
    “Now… need you now, babe,” he ordered. “Fuck me now….” My fingers were trembling when I pulled them out. I fumbled with the condom, finally managing to get it onto my cock, stunned that I was actually going to have a chance to fuck this golden man.
    When I sank my cock into the tight heat of him, I thought I might lose control and come right then, he was clenching so tightly around me. He was blazing hot and smooth as liquid silk around me.
    I rocked into him slowly, watching as my cock disappeared inside him an inch at a time until I’d bottomed out, his ass cheeks pressed against my groin. I couldn’t take my eyes off his hole, stretched around my erection. I don’t know what could be hotter. But then he reached back to feel my cock stretching him where our bodies were joined and that was way hotter.
    “Come on, baby, fuck me, pound me!” he urged, his voice husky with desire.
    I eased out slowly and plunged inside him again in one smooth long glide, finding his prostate with my dick this time. I set up a steady rhythm although I didn’t know how long I was going to last. I gripped his hips to hold him steady, and he bent in front of me like a supplicant, begging for my dick.
    “Jack yourself off for me,” I told him.
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    Obediently he reached for his cock, and I could see his arm move in time to my thrusts. Sweat glistened on his back, making him gleam gold in the late afternoon light. It was like fucking Apollo, or one of those impossibly beautiful gods.
    My eyes were dazzled with the gleam of gold and brown. My hips started moving faster and I pushed his hand away from his cock. I wanted to feel his rigid hardness; I wanted to be the one who made him come.
    The tip was dripping wet when I ran my thumb over it. I kept thrusting into him and every time I pushed him forward, I pushed his cock into my fist. We were both gasping, and he was writhing with the onslaught of sensation.
    I could feel the tension build in the pit of my groin and bent forward, biting his shoulder. He raised his head and cried out and I felt the hot spill of his seed on my hand. He clenched his ass around me as he came and it was too much. Too much sensation, too much emotion. I thrust deep inside him, emptying myself into him.
    I finally came to rest on his back, laying my cheek against his shoulder and running my free hand over his damp skin.
    He put his hand over mine and we both stayed there holding his spent dick until I softened and slid out of him with a pop.
    We both laughed weakly.
    “That was fantastic,” he said softly. He turned his face so I could kiss him. I did so, wrapping my arms around his sweaty body.
    “Yeah, it was,” I sighed. “Fucking fantastic.”
    “So how about a dip in the lake?”
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    “It’s still light out!” I exclaimed, scandalized at the thought. “My mother –”
    “Isn’t here, and I’ll let you wrap up in a towel until we go in,” he said with a laugh. “Come on, let’s clean up.” I groaned as I pushed myself up, using his back as a support. “You’re a slave driver.”
    “Get used to it,” he said smugly.
    Not enough blood to grapple with that thought, so I went to get us some towels.
    He was comfortable in the water, diving under and coming up in a different place. I held onto the dock and bobbed with the waves as I watched him, sleek as a seal with droplets of water beading on his skin and his dark hair slicked back.
    He swam over to me and pulled me to him, kissing me on the mouth.
    “People can see,” I said weakly because his kisses did that to me.
    “No one is close enough, and I’ll protect you,” he said smiling lazily.
    His smile faded and he asked, “Aren’t you out?”
    “I am at work. My family knows. But I don’t