Camping trip (October 6th) - Sex Stories

Camping trip (October 6th)

... my back, with you over me, pounding into me," he admits softly.

"Alright, my love." Helmut moves carefully but sadly has to pull out of the man to change his position. Flipping him with little effort, he grabs his husband's legs, pulling him closer, leaning down over him to kiss him as he lines up. Once the head of his cock is pressed against Zemo's opening, he pulls back just enough to watch his face through lust-hooded eyes as he slowly slides back inside inch by inch until he is fully sheathed inside him.

Zemo whines when his husband has to pull out. Then he stares into dark eyes as that cock slowly pushes back inside him. "Yes. This is how we're meant to be. I've had you inside me for a while now, and I don't want to stop," Zemo whispers, leaning up for yet another soft kiss. "Stay inside me?" he begs softly. "Please?"

Helmut rubs the tip of his nose against Zemo's. "I don't plan to leave you, Kätzchen." He pulls back and snaps his hips once, slamming into his husband's prostate. A strong hand comes to rest against his throat, squeezing tightly; he pauses for a moment before snapping his hips again and sitting up slightly as his other hand moves to wrap around his throat. He was using it as leverage as he started to pound into him.

That has Zemo moaning loudly, that first snap of those hips. Then he's being choked nice and hard with both hands, Zemo's eyes getting hazy. His cock is so hard and leaking more and more precum forced out with every pounding ...

... thrust of his husband into him. The man's body weight partly on Zemo's throat with the choking, making it impossible to breathe and make any sound.

Helmut lights up on the pressure to hear Zemo's sweet little noises. "That's it, little Kätzchen. It makes sweet noises for me." He licks his lips looking down at the man's cock already leaking. "Already leaking for me?"

As soon as Zemo can draw a shallow breath, it's exhaled with a short, loud moan. This repeatedly happens with every hard, pounding thrust of his husband into him. His cock keeps leaking, Zemo's eyes hazy, head nodding to the question. Worshiping hands reach for his husband, gently touching his shoulders.

Helmut snarls a bit, watching his husband with complete admiration. This was his forever, and it always has been Zemo's, and it belongs to him as much as he belongs to Zemo. He will do anything for this man, kill or even go back under mind control if need be. His thrust becomes more aggressive as he tries to hold out, not wanting to cum just yet. "Mine all mine." is growled.

"Yours," Zemo moans out before pushing his throat against the hands, gripping it, breath stuttering. He craves being choked out. "Please, Helmut. Please," he begs softly, planting his feet and arching his ass up to take the aggressive thrusts even deeper. It feels so good to be fucked this hard.

"Fuck Zemo, so wanton for my cock." he growls through gritted teeth. He can't help but give his husband what he wants. Hands tighten around ...