River was loving me like no other man loved me ... Or made love to me. When he touched me ... It was electric. Everything he did to me I echoed on him. Our locked cocks strained and dripped. We were both desperate to feel cock, suck cock, fuck cock.
"Toys," he said breathlessly.
"Bottom drawer."
He tumbled out of bed and opened the bottom drawer of the dresser where I stored my toys. He pulled out my Jeff Stryker dildo and my 24" doubled-ender and lube.
He climbed back onto the bed and knelt between my legs. I instinctively brought my legs up to make my hole more accessible. He giggled and poured lube onto his fingers, then slid them into my yearning hole. I moaned loudly with the pleasure. I moaned more as his fingers explored my insides.
It wasn't long before he started inserting the double-ender. Working it slowly in and out, deeper and deeper. I lay there in ecstacy ... Letting that pleasure consume me. Eventually I could feel the end of it inside my hole. He had worked all 24" inches inside.
He would pull almost all of it out and reinsert all24 back in. Slowly. Between the wine, food, weed and emotions I was in an ecstatic state. At one point I realized something has changed and I looked to see River on his back wriggling himself closer ... The other end of the double-ender sliding into his pink hole.
He started grinding himself against me moaning, begging for more, begging to be let out to cum ... I echoed. It was wonderful and agonizing. We wanted to cum or, at the very least, the other to cum. But with both of us locked there were not going to be any orgasms.
He stopped pulled on my leg signaling me to get on my hands and knees. As I got into position I could feel the weight of the Jeff Stryker dildo against my hole. Moments later ... It was in.
River raped me with that dildo. I screamed in desperate pleasure as he shoved it deep and pulled it all of the way out. The last time Kyle did that I had a spontaneous orgasm. I was close to cumming when River stopped. Turned me over and kissed me. "I'm tired. Can we take a shower?"
Weakly, sadly I start to shakily sit up, "sure."
We both climbed into the shower turning the water to as hot as we could stand it. We kissed, washed, stroked, rubbed ... Until the water cooled ... Then finally got out, dried each other off and climbed into bed.
I sleep deeply and soundly through the night ... More soundly than I had ever had til then ... And since. He was gone when I woke ... Coffee already brewed and a note next to a mug.
I miss him more than I miss anyone else who has been in my life.
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