Journey to Mirage Ch. 09

This was the devil of need inside him he had fought so hard to convince himself had no control over him.

The cock bottomed; held there, momentarily, throbbing; and then began to pump. It was a good, filling cock, and Rick just closed his eyes to all but the cock and set his hips in motion to achieve and maintain the rhythm of the copulation. Rick couldn't think of it as anything more than raw animal copulation--taking care of basic needs and numbing his mind to his fears and concerns.

Faster, harder, deeper, both of them panting hard. Rick clutching the man's shoulders, thrusting up as the cock pounded down and, miraculously, both coming simultaneously in a shared long sigh.