“Shit, you have a fucking amazing cock. Just…” Marek groaned, the noise coming from deep inside his body. He moved Colin's hand away and pinned his arm to the sand as he lowered himself, brushing his penis against Colin's for the first time. “Jesus Christ…” Marek rubbed his length against Colin, and his face twisted, as if in pain. “Yeah…” He ground down on Colin and circled his cock again. “Just this.” Marek twined his fingers in Colin's and raised them over his head. Holding them down in the sand, he started to move.
Colin bit his cheek, struggling to breathe on the sandwiched, first full slide of Marek's length against his. The rest of their bodies remained clothed, and with the complete press of Marek's torso on his, Colin could not see the source of pleasure that wreaked havoc through every nerve in his body. He looked in Marek's eyes, felt the strain in his arms as the other man held him down, and gloried in the incessant, slick, hot rub of their straining pricks.
Marek lowered his forehead to Colin's, digging in with pressure that forced Colin deeper into the sand. The water lapped halfway up their legs, soaking them both, but Colin could not care about anything but the relentless friction Marek delivered to their cocks and the fierce pleasure remapping the planes of his beautiful face. Colin clung to Marek's hands that held him prisoner and writhed against his groin, searching for a harder, rougher—any—additional contact. His ass throbbed for a filling, and his flesh screamed for complete skin-on-skin contact. At the same time, Colin had never been so painfully hard or hot to come with so little, and he swore he could lose it just on the intensity burning in Marek's eyes.
“Please…” Colin didn't know what he asked for or what he even wanted; he just felt near to tearing out of his own skin. He pushed up against Marek with all his might and clamped his thighs in a vise on Marek's hips, twisting in an effort to get somehow closer and find relief in the touch of his body. “Oh…shit.” The whipping rub of cocks squeezing between two hard stomachs became too much, and Colin's balls drew up, signaling the end. “Marek…” Unable to hold back, orgasm zipped up Colin's spine, corkscrewed in his belly, and finally ripped a shout of pleasure out of him as he spewed his seed between them.
Something dark flashed in Marek's gaze on the first heat of Colin's ejaculate spilling against his stomach. He closed his eyes, looking like he fought not to feel it. His mouth fell open anyway; he seized, and then shuddered. He flexed his hips, and a hot line of cum shot out of his slit, smearing with Colin's juices. In rapid succession, three more quick spits accompanied the first, and finally his cock had nothing else to give.
Marek's eyes remained closed, blocking Colin out as his body heaved in the aftermath. His shortened breath washed over Colin's face, and Colin sucked in air, searching for normalcy. Marek's hold on Colin's hands above his head did not let up one iota, and Colin's arms started to tingle and go numb.
He lifted his head and brushed his lips over Marek's, drawing another tremor out of the man. “Take me inside,” he whispered. He teased Marek's parted lips, licking just inside. “Finish what you started.” His tongue dipped inside the wet cavern of Marek's mouth with a gentle probe, mimicking what he wanted. “Fuck me.”
Marek captured Colin's tongue and sucked on it, sending renewed tingling straight to Colin's dick. He opened his eyes, and fire burned within. “I want to turn you over and spread you open and take you until you can't walk without feeling me there.” Marek finally let go of his hold on Colin but quickly shifted them to their sides and snaked his hand down Colin's back, not stopping until he delved two fingers into Colin's crease. “You have a tight little asshole.” Marek fingered Colin's pucker, tapping at the nerve-rich opening. “It definitely needs something to fill it.”
Colin pushed his ass back into Marek's teasing, practically purring at the slight contact. He reached down and wrapped his hand around Marek's thick, sticky penis, and stroked it from root to tip. “And you think you've got just the cock for the job, don't you?”
Marek jerked. He immediately let go of Colin, rolled away, and scrambled to his feet. “I'm sorry.” He stuffed himself back in his pants and fastened his zipper and belt. “I can't do this after all. I have to go.” He started to back away.
“Wait, Marek.” Colin jumped up, holding onto his pants so they didn't slide to his ankles. “What happened?”
“No. I just…” The moon shone on Marek's eyes, revealing a brightness that didn't have anything to do with a trick of light. “I have to go.”
His chest aching, Colin somehow stepped forward and put command in his voice. “Tell me.”
“It doesn't matter.”
“Tell me.”
“What you just said.” A catch hitched Marek's voice, and he stopped for a moment. He shifted and only gave Colin his stark profile. “Payton kidded with those same words. It's in my head now. He's in my head. I thought I was ready to do this, but I can't. I'm not.” He turned away fully, and the vulnerable line
