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Meeting Alex [ Cantarella x Delicate ]

Alex had opened his mouth to interject goo-naturedly- but he found his mouth covered by the smaller man's. A tiny grunt of surprise escaped from somewhere deep inside of Alex's chest...

But that was soon eclipsed by the press of Sam's body against his, the softness of his lips, the chasteness of that kiss. It was not the fumbling of two kids trying this whole "kissing" business for the first time; it was not the awkward mashing of mouths inspired by a little too much liquid courage. Even Alex knew this with about two beers too many in him.

Alex's response was a little delayed, on account of that fact, but not so slow that his ochre-brown eyes didn't immediately widen on contact. His breath caught in his chest, smothered by his heart leaping into his throat. Not in fear, no... This was something altogether different as the smaller man threw himself against Alex's broad chest.

This was exhilaration. Maybe even love. It certainly felt like it, with the sudden churning of his gut, and not from hunger, nor too much to drink. It was a stirring that he felt all the way down, down, down to his cock, the thing between his mighty thighs giving a twitch of awakening, fattening against him...

And against Sam, poking into him.

Alex went beet red, averting his eyes and clearing his throat roughly.

"Um..." He muttered. His eyes had gone glassy, and not with the drink this time. No- he was drunk in a completely different way. And he knew exactly what he was doing, the rest of the party could get fucked for all he cared.

... Not that anyone would need the help, by the look of things.

He knew exactly what he was doing as he reached out, gripping either side of Sam's face, grunting a "get over here" before he pulled him in for another kiss, this one far less chaste, his arousal very clear and present.

He had been waiting for this. Almost as soon as Alex saw Sam there, got to know him a little better, he had wanted him. All it had taken was a little nudge and some liquid courage to make him make that leap of faith.
 
The seconds of shock-driven hesitation from Alex felt like a century. Sam's heart turned to cold stone after the kiss, its weight sinking him in a sea of sorrow. An eternity had seemingly passed without a single heartbeat, before Alex reeled him for a kiss, pulling him to the surface. "I.." He mumbled incoherently, his eyes fluttering as he gazed fondly into Alex's. A deep shade of red filled his cheeks at the realization of what had transpired. He likes me! He likes me in that way!

Lust overtook Sam as their lips crossed and locked. Grunts and moans emerged as muffled, vibrating hums, their lips melting into one another when Sam threw his weight on Alex's toned build. They staggered on the sofa in a heated embrace. "I want you" With a fried voice, Sam declared his intentions and climbed on top of his lover. Passionate, intimately-long, soft, tender kisses attracted everyone's curious leers. He paid them no attention and straddled Alex, his weight resting on Alex's crotch. When they broke the kiss, Sam smiled lovingly at Alex and muttered his proposal, his hot breath laden with alcohol.

"Want to do it here? In front of everyone?"

As if to beguile him, Sam took off his shirt and threw it across the room. More puzzled eyes darted in their direction as Sam exposed his slender, lithe upper body; a stark contrast to Alex's dark, muscular build. He descended down and whispered into Alex's ears, their chests grazed as Sam slithered, "They're all already watching. Lets give them a show". He sealed his plea with a gentle peck on Alex's neck. God, he smells amazing. As the scene unfolded, Sam grew stiffer under his pants. His judgement dissolved in a sea of salacious desire as his heartbeat escalated with each passing second. He could smell the arousal in the air - sweat and pheromones fueling him to crave Alex in every carnal ways imaginable.

"Please fuck me"​
 
Higher logic died when the jock locked eyes with the smaller man.

His lips and the tip of his nose pressed against Sam's pulse point as he leaned his huge body against the smaller boy, curling protectively as though to shield him from the questioning eyes of those gathered who weren't already occupied. Even still, aside from the bass thump of the music, a hush had fallen over the watchers.

Alex couldn't have cared a wit less. All that mattered was the small, wiry man now straddling his crotch, adding such a delicious, maddening pressure there, and himself, harder than he'd ever been in his fucking life. He could keenly feel the rush of blood below, the way he fattened against his own stomach, and the sweet ache of want. No- of need.

"Stay here." He grunted, his voice a husky rasp, his eyes gone lidded. "Don't you fucking go anywhere." If the former had been a keening plea, the latter was a grunted command. Once Sam's naked torso was bared to his gaze, his breath sucked in in a rush through parted lips, between bared teeth, a hiss. His hands were upon Sam, ghosting over nipples, brushing past his waist. If he so chose, he could hook his thumbs around Sam's little waist. Now, they brushed the bony outcroppings of his hips, and he realized he wished to put his lips there, brushing past, breath ghosting.

This was the culmination of so much longing, and by god if he didn't mean to take as much advantage of it as he could.

"Yes." He answered an affirmative. "Right here. In front of everyone." He shivered at the press of Sam's lips over his lips, goosebumps prickling his flesh, his dark hair standing on end. He didn't give a fuck what anyone would have to say about this.

Lurching up, he bucked his hips up against Sam's pelvis, practically writhing. He could have tossed Sam off for now, but it was enough just to feel the pressure of Sam's cock on his, his meager weight pushing in to him. Just for a moment, until...

"Take off your pants. Show me that ass."
 
The room's lust-laden air filled Sam's lungs. His eyes had a twinkle to them as he received Alex's instructions. The growl in the larger man's voice sent a shiver down Sam's back; one that made him arch his back instinctively. The sheer carnal hunger was maddening; the boiling sexual tension between them made Sam melt in Alex's hands. He nodded along the command and, with the slyest smile, pulled down his pants and tossed them across the room carelessly. "Yes" he muttered, his face pushed against the cushions, his rear protruded up towards Alex. Vague flashbacks of Sam's cock came to his mind; the length, the shape, the color, the veins, the hair.. he longed to feel the weight of that shaft rest on his back. The anticipation caused the fabric to tighten around his buttocks - he was fully erect.

"Give me that cock."

The plea was simple. It was concise, direct, and blunt. His arms extended backwards and pulled his briefs down to his knees, exposing his bare ass to his roommate. Tugging on his cheeks, he parted them to expose his pink hole. His body was practically shaking with excitement.

"Look at that!"

The voice came from one side of the room. "Oh Sam's gonna get fucked!" Some girl giggled. A crowd began forming around the roommates, men and women stopped dancing and formed a ring around Sam and Alex. "I didn't know Alex was gay" A girl whispered to her friend, but Sam could faintly make out the words. He looked up to try to discern her identity, but a flash from a camera made him blink and look away. People had pulled out their phones and began filming, others were too busy fondling either their dates or themselves. The raw sexual vibe in the room was contagious, and, impaired by alcohol, those who couldn't find a room to indulge their fantasies privately were publicly fucking in one corner of the house or another. ​
 
Alex was breathing heavily, his chest and shoulders heaving. His breath was hot with want, his face and neck flushed with blood, sweat shimmering on his brow as his lust took him. In that lascivious moment, none existed except for Sam, beautiful, smooth, girlish Sam, slender Sam, his adorable, nerdy, smart Sam who knew all about numbers and scientific and mathematical formulae, whose laugh was like magic, whose smile caused his heart to swell in his chest. So lost was he that the flash of the camera did little to nothing to dissuade his actions as he loosed a throaty groan and leaned his chest, with only the thin layer of his wifebeater between them, against Sam's bare back, coiling around the small man. His heartbeat radiated into Sam's bare back, a deep, thunderous thing, not the thready, panicked beat of a man who had lost control.

No, Alex had wanted this all along, and all it took was the frenetic energy of the night, the pheromones of bodies grinding against each other in dance, in lovemaking, and a little liquid courage to push him over the edge. The elation of victory and Sam's soft lips on his were enough to ensure that what was happening now was an inevitability.

And so, draped against Sam's beautiful, pale, hairless back, his throbbing erection became palpable as he rested it between Sam's ass cheeks, just above that winking pink hole that he had flashed at Alex. It bulged through the fabric of his basketball shorts as he reached around with his left hand to wrap around Sam's cock, with his free hand wiggling down the waistband of his pants, hooking his thumb on the elastic of his boxer briefs and giving a little wriggle of his hips as he freed himself from his underwear. Down, down it went, and once both articles of clothing were pulled down, he worked his length up and down the crease between Sam's asscheeks. He grunted a breathy "fuck, Sam" between each pulse of his hips there, teasing the hole. He lifted his hand to his mouth, wetting his fingers and slathering the saliva over Sam's hole, first, almost hesitantly, running his fingertips over the pulsing hole, inserting first one finger, stretching him gently, pulsing the finger and resting his thumb on Sam's cheek.

"Let 'em look. Fuck 'em, you're all that matters to me right now." He grunted. "Let 'em laugh, let 'em try me, or even you for this." While he breathed this, his breath bathing Sam's ear, neck, and shoulder, his left hand ran up and down the length of Sam's cock, pumping away at it while he readied Sam's hole. By now, he had slipped in a second finger, marveling at how the hole facilitated the passage of it. Sam was practically blooming like a flower for him.
 
All eyes were on them at that moment. Sam was mostly bare except for the pulled down pants wrapped around his ankles. Alex had whipped his dick out and began grinding it against Sam's supple buttocks. Even amidst all the music and all the gossip, Sam's soft moans prevailed. His honeyed whimpers somehow rose above the noise in the room. People in the immediate vicinity of the act had formed a ring, and their gossips sunk below audible levels of volume as they listened intently to Sam's unabashed cries of excitement. Having Alex's fingers inside him made his lust boil, his moans more licentious, and his face hotter and redder. His body felt at ease; his hole stretching in eager reception for Sam, his cock getting stiffer, his heartbeat dropping to a more relaxed pace.

"I want you so bad" he purred as his back arched. Penetration by the finger only made him crave more. He could feel the weight of the shaft resting on his butt cheeks and that alone revived the graphic memories he had of the glorious shaft; its engorged head, full veins, and enormous balls etched in his brain. Hunger almost caused him to drool, his lips glistening at the prospect of having that magnificent cock enter him. He felt the bigger man's breath landing on his ears with every growl. "Fuck me, Alex. Bury that cock deep inside me.. Take me.. make me yours!" His voice was a soft murmur, a sly request masked by coyness. It was sweet and hot, innocent and devilish, modest and depraved. He begged and demanded at the same time. His fingers grabbed fistfuls of the cushion underneath him in anticipation of what was about to happen. ​
 
The jock, whose tones were typically spiced with mischief, had become a single-minded beast in that moment. He had draped his chest over Sam's naked back, one arm looped around his waist, hand dangling to grip his cock, the thumb of his opposite hand pressed directly into Sam's dimple of Venus, just above his ass as he gripped Sam's hip. He traced the puckered pink hole with the head of his cock, preparing to snap his hips forward and bury his entire length inside of Sam's twitching hole. Alex's huge hand was wrapped around Sam's cock as he traced the hole, pressing his head slowly into it to marvel at how it stretched to accommodate his girth. He could keenly feel the heartbeat surging through Sam's length, the continuous throbbing of his own member matching the steadiness of Sam's languorous heartbeat.

And so, Alex took him. There was no shame in how Sam begged to be fucked like the little whore he was, under the weight of the much larger jock, the sheer size of him dwarfing the nerd pinned under him. And so, Alex had no shame in fucking him like one. Alex was breathing heavily, his breath evaporating on the side of Sam's neck and ear, his arms coiled around the petite, slim man under him. He pushed further and further into Sam's hole, throwing his head back with a guttural "Fuck, so tight, Sam!" He grunted and shuddered in absolute depraved want as he felt the heat of Sam's hole tightening around him, thrumming with his heartbeat, hot and wet and the best fucking thing he had felt in his entire life.

"Oh, god, oh, fuck. Shit, Sam!" He grunted, thighs quivering already as he fought not to cum immediately. His hand dropped away from Sam's cock and sought his opposite hip, his other thumb sinking into a dimple that seemed meant for that exact purpose, a waist just small enough that his hands met as his palms fanned out across the circumference. His fingers scrabbled at Sam's naked hips and belly, and he took shaky breaths...

And began to piston his hips in and out, snapping his pelvis hard against the plush cushion of Sam's asscheeks. Flesh rang out against flesh, a staccato beat of flesh striking flesh as Alex took Sam, something he's wanted to do practically since they'd met.

And he loved every fucking second of it, eyes rolling with pleasure, knees wobbling.
 
Sheer bliss blinded Sam from filtering his words. "Put that giant cock in me" he pleaded, and Alex delivered. The shaft stretched him instantly. His cheeks rose and his mouth gaped. A soft, high-pitch moan escaped his lips as the cock slowly slid inside him. He reached around and spread his cheeks for Alex. More and more of the massive shaft penetrated him effortlessly, and more and more shameless moans emerged through his trembling lips. Eventually, the cock was fully sheathed, and the tip hit the end of his hole. A bead of precum, like a pearl, shimmered on the crown of his own dick. More thrusts drove him closer to ecstasy. His moans grew heavier and breathier. The faster Alex bucked into him, the stiffer Sam grew, and the stiffer he was, the tighter his ass clenched around Alex's shaft.

People around them watched and listened intently. Powerful thrusts, the sound of Alex's big balls slapping against Sam's cheeks, and Sam's melodic moans all synced in perfect harmony. the salacious symphony drew throngs of people around the roommates. Pinned underneath Alex's weight, Sam was simmering. His face flushed red and his body grew hotter. As Alex fucked him harder and faster, Sam could feel his body sweating profusely. The couch beneath them swayed right and left with each thrust. His cock twitched and pulsed as it rubbed against the fabric of the sofa. Gradually, his legs raised to allow better access and then quivered as he sensed his time inch near. Toes curled, eyes rolled, and fingers closed in fists before Sam cried out in an earth-shattering orgasm.

His cock shot a puddle of cum on the sofa. A steady, strong torrent of cum staining the fabric and his own stomach. His legs collapsed on the couch and he breathed loudly. "Fuck.. I want you to fill me up, Alex" he pleaded as he succumbed on the couch. His body was relaxed, his hole presented freely for Alex to fuck to his heart's desire.
​
( The End )​
 
Alex's hips snapped hard against Sam's plush ass, burrowing his cock inside of him from base to flaring tip. With each thrust, he pressed directly against Sam's prostate, his lip drawn into his mouth, his breath coming in heated gasps. With every thrust, he loosed a grunt, and gradually, as the pressure built up in his dick, those grunts became growls.

"Ah, fuck, Sam-" he gasped, throwing his head back, feeling the heat of his pre leaking out into Sam's twitching hole, "-you feel so fucking good, Sam, I've been waiting so long to do this." He gave another, harder thrust, up on his knees now and gripping Sam by the hips and shoving him back and forth onto his cock. He keenly felt Sam clench around his cock as he came, the keening cry as his cock went off in Alex's hand, staining his palm with sticky white, and he fell forward in a puddle of spend, ass up high while Alex continued to plough into him.

And in that moment, no one existed but the two of them, locked in this salacious, prurient dance, cock and hole, man and man.

"Oh I'm gonna give it to ya-" he wheezed out, the pain in his knee long forgotten even as he leaned all of his weight against it. He could feel the pressure within his own cock rising, rising, until that wave came crashing down around him. He grunted, once, twice, three times, growling, a rutting beast, until he felt the pressure give. He came, one spurt, two, three, filling Sam's hole with the heat of his cum. Toes curling, ears ringing, the lights in the room suddenly way too bright, he collapsed against Sam's sweaty back, gasping. He ran his hands up the smooth, pale expanse of his back, his belly, tasting the salt of his sweat upon him.

"Fuck," he grunted.

The End​
 
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