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saliva and his own cum, and the condom went on easily.
    The moment it was on, Tomas grabbed Luca by the shoulders and in one graceful move he threw the young Italian onto his back on the bed, while Tomas flipped himself up and over the top, straddling Luca’s hips, hovering above his anxious cock.
    Tomas took the lube and squeezed a long glistening wad into the palm of his hand. To the delight of the young Italian, he slowly greased Luca’s sheathed cock, taking his sweet time, enjoying every moment, every inch of Luca’s bountiful length and girth. Kneeling over Luca, he swiveled his hips teasingly, hovering an inch or so out of reach of Luca’s cock.
    Unable to resist the temptation, Luca thrust his hips upward, the head of his cock nudging against Tomas’s anus, and Tomas gladly relented. He spread his cheeks and lowered himself down onto Luca.
    The young Italian grimaced, his cock—although hard—still tender after the first orgasm. He let out a strained and pleasured sigh as Tomas placed his palm on Luca’s chest for support, then gently…
    …sank…
    …down…
    …onto his cock.
    Tomas drew in his breath and held it as the hard, meaty shaft filled him and his ass cheeks came to rest on Luca’s pelvis. There he stayed for a moment, his breath held, his chest bursting, his rectum on fire with the heat radiating from Luca’s cock. Then, slowly, with as much control as he could manage, he released the air from his lungs, at the same time lifting himself up, pausing an inch from the end of Luca’s shaft before sliding back down for more.
    Faster this time.
    Then faster again.
    Tomas took his hand off Luca’s chest and leaned back a little, using the muscles in his hips, thighs, and ass to support himself as he slid up and down. He arched his back, pushing his hips forward to get a better angle on Luca’s cock. He placed his hand behind him now, gripping Luca’s thickly muscled thigh. With his right hand he began to stroke his own gleaming cock.
    “Harder,” Luca breathed.
    Tomas did what he was told, ramming himself down onto Luca’s cock harder, faster. His ass cheeks slapped against Luca’s pelvis louder and louder. At the same time, he jerked himself off more vigorously, more ferociously.
    With one hand, Luca reached forward and grabbed Tomas’s balls. They were a moving target, rising and falling with ever-increasing speed up and down, but he homed in swiftly and seized them and squeezed hard.
    The sensation sent shock waves of pain and pleasure through Tomas’s body. His pectoral muscles flinched, the mounds of his large strong chest spasming for a moment or two. He grunted in pain. But his rhythm did not falter.
    His head rolled forward, his chin pressing into his chest. He tilted his cock upward, still thrashing it as hard as he could—so he could watch his balls swell as Luca squeezed them, harder and harder, until Tomas thought they would surely burst.
    “Don’t…” Tomas gasped breathlessly. “Don’t…stop. Don’t stop. I’m about to…!”
    Before he could finish his words, a huge spurt of cum jetted from his cock. It shot into the air and graffitied its way up Luca’s chest and throat in glistening white spirals, hot against Luca’s warm skin.
    Luca thrust his hips upward as hard as he could, forcing his own cock as far into Tomas as he could manage, about to come again. He cried out as he exploded, the head of the condom catching his reservoir of hot cum.
    The scorching pulse inside Tomas triggered a second, then a third jet of cum, decorating Luca’s torso all the way from his stomach to his chin.
    Tomas moaned.
    Luca gasped for breath.
    As the thrill of their orgasms slowly rippled away, Tomas shook the last drops of cum from his thick, meaty cock, then gently pulled himself off Luca and collapsed next to him on the bed.
    There they lay side by side for a long, lingering moment until their panting eased and their glistening cocks settled and lay wet and spent against their