"Merde," I groan, feeling all of the air leave my lungs as I thrust in deep. His cock is leaking between our bellies and I work my hand between us to wrap it around his cock. My hands still carry the callouses of a hockey player and I've always kind of liked the way they feel when I jerk off, and I can only hope that Bits feels the same. There hasn't been any complaints, at least, and his dick slides easily through the tight grip of my fist. "Me first, and then you."

It's not like it will take much effort. All I have to do is watch his face, his wide amber eyes and swollen cherry lips as I sink into his body. It's like we're one entity, almost like I won't be the same after this. I won't be the same, not at all. You can't feel something as amazing and intimate and perfect as this and not be a changed man, at least a little.

I stroke his cock in time with my thrusts and I stop holding back, letting my orgasm crash over me like a wave. I come like a shot, dick pulsing as I empty myself-- god, inside of him. It takes everything, every ounce of strength I have, to keep rocking my hips. The sensation makes me whimper and I work my hand around his cock, trying to coax his orgasm out of him with a pleading little whine. "Now, Bitty."