I put my hands on either side of his head and try to fuck his face. I can't help it, I have to come. Now.
But his hands still my hips and his lips slide off my dick.
"Fuck you Brian. I was patient for the first hour, now I just need to come."
He leans forward and laps gently at the tip of my cock with his tongue.
I clench my fists in the sheets and fight the urge to scream. It's a bad cliché straight guys use to get their girlfriends to put out but I swear to god it hurts. My cock and balls ache I need to come so badly.
He moves up my body and starts to suck on my neck. I grab my cock and try to stroke it but his hand is right there, stopping me.
"I swear I'm going to fucking kill you if you don't let me come."
He smirks at my expense.
"You really need to relax."
He rolls off me and reaches for the joint on the nightstand. But all I see is the strong muscles of his back, ass and thighs stretched out in front of me. I roll on top of him.
He struggles a little, playfully, but he doesn't push me off. I straddle him and reach for the lube and a condom; I don't have time to play.
I open him with two fingers. His head lifts up off the pillow. He's silent but that one little move tells me everything I need to know. I push a third wet finger inside and thrust hard a few times. I have to get inside him right now.
I pull my fingers out and lean back to put the condom on and he moves to his knees.
I hold him by the hips while I push in fast and hard. He asked for this. Now he moans. The noise is a little harsh from surprise but there's pleasure in it too so I don't slow down.
I grip his hips tighter and use them to pull him into my thrusts. I learned that from him, it makes everything deeper, more intense. He drops his head to the bed and just lets me fuck him.
When I touch his cock it's wet. I'm tempted to torture him the way he tortured me, to fuck him and not let him come. But there is nothing like the feel of Brian coming while I'm inside him.
I move my hand to his balls and squeeze gently. I move back to his cock and rub my thumb over the wet tip a few times before tightening my grip.
And that's all it takes for him to come. His head flies back again and he lets out a long breathy moan while his cock jerks in my hand.
I thrust through it, even harder and faster than before and finally, finally come.
It's the kind of orgasm that brings tears to your eyes and makes your forget everything except the heat that's pressing in on you from all sides. It’s the kind of orgasm that leaves every muscle limp and your mind completely blank.
I lay on him until he makes a noise of complaint. I roll off and clean up a bit.
He grabs the joint, lights it and takes a hit before passing it to me.
"Just so you know, in the future when you want to get fucked, all you have to do is ask."