Colin crossed the porch and reached out to touch the door, laying his palms flat on the shiny surface. He swore a pulse beat beneath his hands. “How did I see you from so far away?” He leaned in and pressed his forehead to the wood. “Why did you save me?”
A different weight, a very real, male weight, pressed into Colin from behind, trapping him against the door. Hot skin brushed his bare back and warm lips came to rest at his ear. “You're here. I prayed you would come.” The man spoke with a voice full of gravel, and his breath fanned Colin's skin, triggering a little shiver.
“I don't…” Big hands slid down Colin's sides and over his stomach, rubbing his lower belly and then slipping farther down, circling his cock. With first contact, Colin traded his protest for a moan. The man pressed Colin into the door, stroked his rapidly growing erection, and sent every last confusing thought in Colin's head into a tailspin. He didn't know where he was, who owned this house, or why he felt he should walk inside and stake ownership.
At the moment, he no longer cared.
Colin braced his hands high on the door frame and spread his legs so he looked like a big X. He pumped his hips into the rough-skinned hold of the man teasing his cock, forcing greater friction. His cockhead pearled beads of precum with every slide of his dick in the man's tight-fisted hold, releasing the smell of sex into the already humid air. The unknown man's prick grew and pressed against the cleft of Colin's ass, nudging at a place that did not have an opening. Colin's ass channel pulsed with need, pounding in time with the beating of his throbbing, hard cock.
“Lower.” Colin groaned and shifted, sticking out his ass. “Get it into my hole.”
The guy abruptly let go of Colin's erection, making Colin whimper with the loss. Quickly, the man slid one hand around Colin's waist and down into his crease, not stopping until he fingered Colin's pucker. “I know how to fuck another man.” He growled the words, making them vibrate against the back of Colin's neck. The man toyed with Colin's entrance, playing, but didn't push his finger inside.
Colin bit his cheek to keep from screaming. Good God, he didn't understand it, but he wanted this anonymous person to fuck him. “Then do it.” Colin bumped back into the muscular body. “Please.”
The stranger replaced the tip of his finger with the head of his cock, wrapped his arm around Colin's waist, and pushed his way inside Colin's ass. Colin groaned as the thick, hard length stretched his hole and claimed his channel. The man grasped Colin's hip and started to move, fucking Colin with the smoothest damn slide of cock he had ever experienced. Colin thrust his backside out to meet every measured piercing of this anonymous dick, glorying in the sensations that took over his body and drove him to crave more, no matter that he'd had no preparation for the taking at all.
Dropping his head and staring at the porch floor, Colin bit his cheek, barely enduring the pleasure of the man behind him, in him, nearly surrounding him. “Oh God…” Colin bore his forehead into the red door and reached back to grab the man's hips, needing to feel some additional connection but unable to turn his body around. “Who are you?” Colin moaned as that wonderful length filled his ass to the hilt again. “You feel so fucking good.”
“You need to find me.” Muscular, deeply tanned arms engulfed Colin, and a thick wall of chest and flat stomach plastered to his back. “I don't know where you are.”
Still caught in the tangle of the man's sexual web, Colin couldn't think about or feel anything but the intimacy of the fucking. “I'm here.”
“No, you're not.” Lips pressed into the strands of hair covering the back of Colin's neck, lingering with a kiss. “I won't make it without you.” As soon as the words were spoken, the weight, the presence, behind Colin lightened, left his body, and faded away.
* * * * *
“No!” Shooting upright in the darkness of his own bedroom, Colin fought the sensation of drowning once again…as well as the fiercely painful arousal of his body.
With one hand already firmly around his cock and the fingers of the other buried in his ass, Colin dragged his fist up and down his dick in a furious rhythm, pulling his length past the point of pain in agony of release. He struggled to remember pieces of the man from his dream: the vaguely sweaty smell of his skin, the imprint of his palm pressed into Colin's stomach, the gritty texture of his voice, the length of his cock mastering Colin's ass.
Colin's rectum squeezed, as if it recalled the dream too. He shoved his fingers deep into his chute and fucked himself, trying to re-create a three-dimensional picture that was already fading fast. The nerve endings in his prick wanted more of that rough hand so Colin gave his body both, writhing on his bed. He lifted his legs and spread them at an awkward angle, jerking and fucking himself at the same time.
The smell of plant life and ocean filled his nostrils, and a fading hint of the stranger's lips whispered a touch against the back of his neck. The feel of the man's lush lower lip lingered and triggered Colin's release. His passage contracted around his fingers is a series of spasms, and he yanked his cock as he spewed, sending ejaculate spraying in milky lines across his trembling stomach. It took long minutes before Colin came down from the high of orgasm and withdrew his digits from his ass.
His body now sated, Colin remained lying in the dark with cum streaking
