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source of oxygen was in my balls.
    He didn't just suck my dick, he worshiped it. Using his tongue, he teased the underside of the head before pressing it against my slit. I could only whimper, his tongue drove me so crazy. Then he deep throated me again and pressed his teeth lightly against the base of my cock with just enough pressure to feel incredible. The stimulation was too much, he was going to make me come too soon.
    He had only been sucking me for a few minutes when I used my hand on his head to make him stop again. “Put your face back down on the mat so I can fuck you.” He quickly turned around and dropped his upper-body to the mat, leaving his ass in the air. I kicked my shorts off before removing my jock and tossing it behind me. Reaching down I picked up the condom from where I dropped it earlier. I quickly opened it and rolled it down my spit-slicked cock. I grabbed the lube off the mat and squeezed some onto the top of his crack. His legs were spread out enough I could watch it drip down his ass, mixing with the sweat that was already there. I used my finger to rub it around his hole before pushing into him.
    “No, just lube your cock and fuck me!” Striker ordered. I thought about continuing to stretch him but I wanted to fuck him the way he wanted, and his tone made it clear he wanted it rough. I poured more lube around his crease before generously slicking my cock. I lined up my cock and slowly started to push in. I had the head just past the rim when Striker growled and pushed himself back, only stopping when his ass hit my thighs and my entire length was deep inside him. I moaned at the feeling of being completely surrounded by him. “Don’t move until I tell you. I need a second to adjust.”
    I rubbed my hand over the bite mark I left on his ass while I waited for him to get comfortable. He looked fucking hot wearing my mark, I'd be sure to give him a few more. A few moments later Striker panted. “Okay, fuck me like you paid for it.” I think I might have suffered some brain damage earlier because I didn’t know what he meant.
    “What the fuck does that mean?”
    “Fuck me like you would a whore. Hard, fast, dirty, but don’t cry after,” he snapped back at me. I didn’t have a problem fucking him rough and dirty. Tired of waiting for me, he started rocking back and forth on my cock. Taking charge, I clamped my hands on his hips to hold him still. I pulled my cock slowly out of his ass, he whimpered when the head of my cock was out completely but didn’t say anything. Good. I was tired of him trying to top from the bottom. Without warning I thrust back into him with all the force I could generate. We both moaned and grunted as I kept pulling out and pushing back in, making it rough like he wanted.
    I pounded his ass vigorously, fucking him as hard as I could and he still moaned and begged for more. It felt amazing and I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep it up for long. I had needed to come since I followed him down the stairs earlier. I was so lost in my own pleasure I wasn’t even listening to Striker, but I’m sure he was talking dirty when he wasn’t moaning. I started shortening my thrusts so I could lean down against Striker's back. I slid my hands from his waist up to his nipples, pinching them as I bit his shoulder, not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough it smarted.
    He lifted his head off the mat and turned towards me. “Yeah, baby, punish me for teasing you so bad.” I twisted his nipples hard as I continued to thrust forcefully. I stopped leaving marks on his shoulder and turned my head to cover his lips with mine. I kissed him hard and fucked his mouth with my tongue with the same enthusiasm I was pounding his ass.
    He pulled his mouth away before shouting, “Oh shit, Cross. I’m coming.” I felt his body tense under me and his ass tightened around my cock. I leaned back up and grabbed the thigh straps of his jock and pulled them tight knowing it would put