He's Too Beautiful

I was now raging hard, the head of my member now purple, and needing the heat inside him. Still, I held back, and inserted a third and final finger. When I did this, Sean's member spurt a large glob of precum onto the sheet. I knew he was ready.

I flipped him onto his back, carefully removing my fingers, and slipped a pillow under his ass. I leaned down over him, and kissed him deeply, then pressed my member against his open hole, slipping in smoothly into the tightness, causing a pleasured groan to slide from his beautiful lips. I sank deeply, seating myself in one smooth, yet gentle and slow forward movement.

He automatically wrapped his legs around me, trying to get me deeper. I slowly pulled back, until just the head remained inside him, then pushed back in somewhat more swiftly. I began to fuck him with a gentle speed, seeking to make him mine, inside and out.

His hands roamed over my naked chest, running through the hair that thickly covered my abdomen and back. "So sexy, so hot..." He moaned, and I replied by pushing a bit harder and faster into him.

I began using long, deep, firm strokes into his hole, making both of us moan deeply. I began to lose myself. I could not stop. I could only see his face, and could only feel his body against mine. He moaned again, "Make me yours, Daddy."

I lost control. I began to rapidly piston inside him, perhaps a bit too hard, but I could not stop. The pleasure was too great. I suddenly howled out, and came hard inside him, filling him with my thick, hot jizm. The effect on my senses were like a strong hallucinogen for a very short moment. The brightest, most intense colors filled my vision, and the most powerful feeling of explosive pleasure ripped through my form.

Somewhere in the chaos of my own pleasure, I heard a high, loud, breathy cry pierce the turmoil of my own orgasm. I knew, innately, that the man I loved had also reached his apex. I fell limply onto his body, barely able to support my own weight.

It must have been several hours later, when the two of us woke almost simultaneously. "Wow!" Sean breathed. "Finally yours."

I kissed him softly, and nodded. "And I am yours, my darling." I tried to pull away, but his cum had dried, forming a glue-like bond between our bodies. We both laughed at our situation, and, staying linked that way, we went to take a shower together. The first of many, many showers.

It's been about sixteen years since we became a couple. We since have married, and we have adopted a pair of twins, a boy and a girl. Both of our parents have accepted both us, as well as our children. Life is good.

To this day, I will always be thankful that my Secret Admirer appeared. My life changed for the better the moment that bouquet appeared on my desk. I will always keep that picture of the swallow carrying the melons, for it reminds me of how lucky I truly am.

Now, as I write this, I look across the lawn, and see my two children running with their father, and I am happy. I would be a fool to end this relationship. Because, you see, he's too beautiful.

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Thanks to everyone for reading this. It was fun to write. It's always fun to find out where a story will lead, and what the characters will do. Often, they take their own roads. Such was the case here. They wanted this as much as I did, it seems. Such is the issue with being a writer.