When Dams are Broken Ch. 02

"You just look so beautiful and hot moaning for me," Kei replied with a toothy grin. One finger.

Michael blushed.

"Now, focus on the sensations. I'm going to start prodding at your sweet spot anytime now, baby." He said, continuing.

Michael was confused. Sweet spot, what is tha--

Then he felt it. the older male flinched in shock, an electrical shiver running down his spine. What the fuck was that?

Kei smiled, his teeth showing. He muttered, "Found it."

Michael's mouth started letting out noises. He couldn't help it. He couldn't fucking suppress it like he did awhile ago. He felt embarrassed, covering his mouth with his hand.

Kei grabbed his wrist and forcefully clamped it down against the bed as he leaned in and pecked the older man's lips.

"Nuh-uh. No covering. I wanna hear them. Loud and clear, baby." Two fingers.

Michael tried to speak up, but he felt Kei's fingers stimulating that sweet spot again and he lost focus. His back arched on edge as his throat let out a yelp and a long drawn-out moan. Two seconds later, he felt the fingers back away again and he relaxed.

It wasn't clear to Michael how much time was actually passing, but every prod, every stimulation brought about a stronger hunger; a growing, uncontrollable thirst for this man in front of him; the man currently smirking as he observed Michael's every response to his touch.

"Hurry up," Michael urged, already teary-eyed.

"Not yet, baby." Three fingers.

"N-now, Kei?"

"Fuck. Not yet."

"Kei, p-please."

It got harder and harder for Kei to hold himself back as Michael's moans grew louder in volume. God, his pretty ass was essentially sucking his fingers in. Kei couldn't help but wonder how good it would feel around his cock as it is right now. The tightness, the all-encompassing heat, the fucking folds. He wondered how it would feel finally invading this man completely in his most intimate, secret place. A place no one has ever even been before.

"Kei, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me, please."

Four fingers. Shit.

"I don't care if it hurts a bit. Just put it in and mess the shit out of me. Fuck, that feels so good. Shiiit...! It's enough already. P-please." The older man begged, his breath completely erratic.

Kei took his hand and kissed it gently.

"Alright, alright. Just calm down and relax," he said calmly so as to reassure. It worked; the older man settled down.

"Just me putting it in. Just some good, deep fucking. Is that what you're asking for, baby?" The younger man asked, looking at Michael's eyes as he seductively nibbled on the older man's thumb.

Michael begged, "Yes, yes. Please. T-that. I want that. I want to not breathe. I want your big, warm cock inside. Kei, please."

Kei replied, "Anything for my pretty little fuck-slut."

Michael shuddered at the demeaning name calling.

He continued, "Now I need you to relax. I can't get in if you clench. Can you do that for me, Michael?"

"Yes, yes. I can. Fuuuck. I can do that," Michael said as he started breathing deeply, his hands reaching out to spread open his cheeks, offering his twitching hole to the man who'll finally take his first time.

"Fuck my ass g-good, please."

Kei subconsciously licked his lips as he looked at Michael begging to be fucked, teary-eyed. His stretched asshole looked impossibly wet and tasty. The entrance was even slightly swollen from Kei's rimming. The young man's cock twitched.

He took a condom from his bag and placed it between his teeth before using one hand to tear the packaging off in one smooth motion. Michael watched the scene that looked straight out of a fucking porno or something. God, that shit is so fucking hot.

Kei put it on his cock before kissing Michael again. He whispered in his ears, "Ready?"

"Yes." He whispered back.

Michael felt the tip entering slowly. He shuddered; it was finally fucking happening. His ass was being stretched open by a big fucking cock attached to the nicest, sexiest man he's ever met. He forgot to breathe.

There was slight resistance, but it was mostly okay at first. It started to hurt a bit after 3 inches in. After another inch, he couldn't help but hiss in pain. Kei immediately paused as he held his hand. He started kissing Michael's neck while stimulating his nipple between his index finger and thumb. Michael gasped from the mixture of pain and pleasure. While Kei worked his body up from outside in, Michael subtly felt the younger man's hips partly go back and forth, trying to ease his entrance before going any further.

Kei reassured, "Relax, baby. You're fine."

Michael breathed deeply and tried to relax. He let out a gasp. The older man felt Kei gently, slowly molding his tight entrance to the shape of his cock-head.

The younger man felt him relax and smirked, "Attaboy."

Michael moaned at the tingling sensation. It feels good. He raised his head and kissed Kei, biting his lips and saying, "More. I'm ready."

Kei began to push back again and Michael didn't feel as much pain as he did awhile ago. Maybe because he was relaxed now. Or because of Kei easing him up with the gentle, skillful motion awhile ago, but whatever it was, it worked. Now, Michael was slowly feeling it.

"F-fuuuuck," he moaned, slurring.

He focused on the sensations of his ass around his cock. The head, the body, the warmth.

Then he felt Kei's dick stimulating his prostate and the older man's mind went blank for a bit.

Shit. Oh, fuck.

He felt the brief sensation spreading to his whole body.

That feels so fucking good.

When he came to, Kei already accelerated his entrance in Michael's ass with a single thrust--when he was still high from the pleasure. Because of that, he felt little to no pain.

He only felt full to the brim.

"You took me to the root, baby. Good job. Fuck...! I'm so proud of you, Michael." Kei said genuinely. His face contorting out of pleasure. He only had one eye open as he hissed, trying to get used to Michael's warm, welcoming hole.

"It feeels so goood, Kei. That spot. T-the, um. Yeah, b-baby. That f-fucking spot--"

"You mean this?" Michael heard the younger man ask as he prodded at it again.

Fuck.

Michael winced out of pleasure. He hugged Kei, his eyes shutting tight as he managed to utter breathlessly, "Yeah, t-that. What is that? I've never freaking felt that."

Kei explained, smiling, "That--" he hit it again, "--is your prostate. It's a pleasure spot. Once you've adjusted to my girth, I'm gonna fucking hit that spot until you cum, baby. Hands-fucking-free." He hit it again. This time gently. Sensually. Brushing against it as lightly as possible.

Michael gasped.

"I love it," he said as he bit the young man's shoulders instinctively, decorating the young man with his teeth marks.

Kei pulled his hair, hissing, as he leaned in to kiss Michael. Fuck, this first time felt so special. HE felt so special. The older man couldn't help but think how lucky he was that he met Kei here. This kind, gorgeous, respectful young man. And he knew when he looked at Kei's eyes that he felt the same. The two just stared at each other for a while before chuckling comfortably. They made out for a bit,

just enjoying each other's feel and their bodies.

The whole sequence felt so intimate, so new yet somehow familiar--as if their bodies have already held each other. He looked at the sweat forming on Kei's forehead. Michael smiled. He knew the guy was holding back. The young man wanted a beautiful first experience for him. And he was giving it. God, Michael loved a lot about this, but what would take the cake was probably their skinship. The skin contact was just fucking heavenly. No part about it felt uncomfortable to Michael; the sparks when they touch felt almost like magic.

He put his hand on Kei's toned chest, There was some sort of....understanding written underneath their skin. They felt each other completely during this whole ordeal and they knew what each of them wanted without even speaking about it.

Michael stared at the contrast of his pale, flushed skin over his beautiful, gentle brown--the color of earth. God, he felt at peace with this unbelievably intimate skinship. Michael felt as if he would slowly....simply disappear with him; as if they'll blend one day if they both kept on adhering, skin to skin; as if they'll taint one another with their own hues until eventually, it would cease to matter what color they were--like it was always meant to be at the world's creation.

Kei started moving. They melded into each other, rapturous moans quickly filling the room. It felt way fucking better than they both imagined. The heat in each other's bodies kept them warm; they were sweating, even when the room was air-conditioned. And they both fucking loved it.

Kei nuzzled at the older man's neck and whispered, "You're so tight, baby. Fuck. It's so wet and warm."

"You w-want to go harder, right? It's okay. Fuck me. Harder, Kei. You can go h-harder if you want, s-shiiiit." Michael groaned, closing his eyes out of pleasure from the deep and gentle pounding he was taking.

Kei's brows furrowed in pleasure as he replied, growling, "I do want to go harder, but that's not why you're asking, isn't it? Why are you asking me to go harder, Michael? Tell me, baby. Don't fucking lie and use me as an excuse." He gently gripped the sides of Michael's neck and gradually increased the force, slowly limiting the man's intake of air.

Michael was in fucking ecstasy. He mentioned asphyxiation only for a short while, but Kei remembered. He remembered. He really was fulfilling his fantasies one by one. Fuck, his strong, calloused hands felt so good on his neck. The slight lack of air was elevating the sensations of Kei's big cock inside him. Michael felt so filled. Goosebumps were rising in every part of his body as the young man continued to drill into his ass. He subliminally scratched Kei's back, to which the man hissed as a response.

"YES! Okay--FUCK. I want it fucking HARDER, Kei. I want you to fuck my brains out. I want to fucking CHOKE. I want to cum so fucking hard. Please. Harder, baby. PLEASE," Michael confessed, running out of breath.

Kei growled, "Dirty boy. This is your first-time and you want it rough. I wanted to give you a gentle fucking, but you'd rather be fucked within an inch of your life, is that it?"

Michael absentmindedly forgot to reply as he focused on the feeling of cock in his ass. Kei slapped his butt-cheeks to snap him back to attention.

"Yes! I'm so soooorry. I'm a fucking slut. I'm your slut. PLEASE--fuck, Kei. Fuck my ass. Make me cum. Oh, baby."

Kei grunted at the lust-filled confessions of the introverted, shy man. And fuck, the way Michael called him, "baby". If he wasn't holding back carefully, his dick probably would have exploded right then and there.

But he wanted to enjoy this a lot more. And he was going to.

Kei looked at the man under him. Michael was really something special. He looked so beautiful right now. He....looked like haiku in fucking motion. It sounds fucking cheesy, but it's true. Traditionally, haiku was almost always about insights on visual environments and natural phenomena.

And fuck, he couldn't imagine anything that would feel more natural than this, Kei thought as he felt Michael's beautiful body against his.

He stared at the man currently screaming out obscenities; a contrast to his pure and shy temperament just hours ago. It was so HOT to see him so unhinged as he took his huge cock like a fucking champ. No one's ever done that to his cock with their ass on their first time. And now the older man wants it HARDER? His appetite for rough sex matched Kei's completely and he fucking loved it.

He leaned in and bit Michael's lips.

"Do you know what you're asking, baby? No more kiddie-gloves. Just rough sex. Just animalistic, intense fucking. I'm gonna hump at this fucking spot until you cum so hard, you'll see stars exploding on that pretty little head of yours."

He then accurately fucked into that said spot three times in a row, just to prove to Michael he can. Fuck.

Michael whined, "F-FUCK, BABY. I want that. I want that, please. SHIT! This feels so good, Kei. Thank you. Thank you, but I need it hard. I want it for myself, but I really do want it for you too. So stop holding back. I want it. I want you. Fuck. Fuuuck...!"

Kei was gradually picking up his pace as he saw Michael lose any semblance of thought and his sentences turn incoherent. Then he pulled out. Michael stared at him, blankly confused with the sudden lack of cock until he was roughly flipped on his back; he couldn't see Kei's face anymore--a fact that brought him a little dose of anxiety--which, strangely, fucking turned him on even more. He couldn't see his expression or his pretty eyes. He could only see the wrinkles their ongoing sex already made on the previously neat, tidy, white bed; at least before Kei pushed his head on it, using him as leverage to roughly enter his tight ass once again with a single stroke. Kei hissed at the sudden tightness wrapping his cock snugly. He slapped the older man's asscheeks as he thrusted as deep as he could.

Michael's eyes rolled up. This felt so fucking good. Kei's big dick was messing up his insides and the older man was feeling every bit of it. It pushed him deeper into a mental state where he struggled to remember how to even breathe. And it wasn't even just about the physicality of it all.

The physical sensations were heavenly, sure, but the submission...fuck. The submission was the one getting him off. He always liked being a submissive. Even with his wife. Their dynamic role-plays made him cum so hard. And that included any dynamic, but submission was something he found himself craving a lot.

Don't misunderstand, he LOVED being dominant. It's fun being the one in control. He just honestly didn't get to be a submissive as much as he wanted to. His wife had no problem dominating him in bed, but it seemed like a chore for her sometimes when they did it. He felt she didn't enjoy it as much as he did--that constant doubt always reduced his enjoyment for it. He didn't want to impose anything on anyone so he stopped asking for it.

But fuck if Kei wasn't built and born for it. He was strong. So fucking strong he could pin Michael down, even if he resisted. He was good at being rough when he wanted to be. His dick. Fuck, his dick deserves an honorary mention because it was lighting Michael's whole body on fire right fucking now. He also knew with his heart and soul that Kei LOVED dominating Michael as much as the older man loved submitting to him. So there was no guilt. No thoughts. It was just them enjoying each other. Sexually, they felt like two pieces of a puzzle that just effortlessly works in that aspect.

And most of all, he never forgets to make Michael feel safe. Maybe that was the most important part. Michael felt secure with him, as if nothing could hurt him for real when he's there, hurting him himself. Fuck, it didn't even feel like hurting. Nothing he does remotely hurts Michael, even though it physically does. His rough manhandling and his aggressive, demeaning words felt so...loving. Michael felt so loved. He didn't know how that was possible, but it was.

The pain felt like a kiss. The choking felt like a pretty necklace. The hard slaps just felt like intimate pats that burn harmlessly underneath his skin.

It hurts so fucking good. Kei hurts him so fucking good.

He let out a gut-wrenching scream of ecstasy as Kei grabbed his hair and fucked his ass into oblivion. Michael started shaking, overloaded from the pleasure he was feeling from the younger man's big cock, spreading over each and every corner in his body. His breaths grew heavier as he felt a strange tingle from his dick, which was being pushed and sensitively rubbed directly on the bed's soft fabric.

He tried standing up. Kei helped him with it but continued the hard pounding nevertheless. Now he was in all fours, his back arched, his ass offered to the man who was fucking him into heaven by the minute.

"Kei, I feel, shit. I f-feel something coming. F-FUUUCK! Kei--w-wait. There's something c-COMING out. N-no. S-shit. It feels w-WAY TOO FUCKING GOOOD--"

Michael convulsed and squirted as his head bent backward. A stream of transparent liquid irrepressibly squirted out of his dick and drenched the bed.

Kei could see the older man's sea-green eyes roll up from pleasure. Fuck, he loved seeing those on his previous partners. And he loved seeing it even more on Michael's beautiful face. He kissed the older man's hair and made relaxing shushing noises to reassure the man that what happened was okay and normal.

After a presumed minute of euphoria for the older man, Kei felt the insides of Michael's ass slowly loosen up as his knees give out. His dick slipped out of the freshly fucked hole as the middle-aged man fell face-flat. Michael laid there on the bed for another minute--unresponsive, but recovering. Kei laughed as he slapped his ass cheeks to wake him up a bit.

"How was your first squirting experience, baby?" Kei asked gently.

Michael spoke inaudibly. His eyes still hazy from the aftereffects of the sensation.

"Answer me, bitch boy."

Michael shuddered at the new name calling. He felt so degraded. So loved. So treasured and worthless. God, he loved this.

He bent his head sideways and weakly begged, "Kiss me, Kei. Please."

The younger man obliged. Their lips met as Kei gently held him and stroked his hair. He positioned Michael's legs to relax, sticking them together in one straight line before aligning his cock on the older man's ass. He entered him with one thrust and started slowly moving his hips back and forth again.

He issued long, deep thrusts as he held Michael by the neck, continuing to kiss him. Michael could barely breathe at that point, his moans muffled by Kei's invading mouth.

"Tell me more of your nasty thoughts, baby." He drilled into him deeper.

Michael replied, "Fuuuuck. I w-want your tasty saliva. I want you to SPIT on my f-face. Oh, shit...! You feel so gooood, Kei. I love your dick...so m-much..!" He looked up at Kei, his head leaning back.

Kei kissed Michael's forehead as he gently stroked the man's hair.

"Dirty, dirty boy. Alright, baby. I'll do it when you deserve it. My spit is a fucking reward to someone as worthless as you after all," he said as he lovingly kissed Michael's neck like he was the most valuable treasure in the world.

The contrast between his words and actions drove Michael deeper and deeper in pleasure.

Michael smiled as he said lovingly, "Yes. T-thank you. Thank you, Kei. I'll be so good. I'm going to d-deserve your spit, fuck."

Michael tried spreading his legs as an attempt to please him even more, but Kei slapped it and told him to lay still.

"Keep 'em together, baby. Squeeze the part between your ass and your legs. Tighten that shit. Yeah. There we go, Michael. What a good boy. Fuck, you feel so good. You deserve a reward, don't you? Look at me."

Michael obeyed. Kei spat on his face, his saliva landing on the side of his mouth. The older man beamed at the long-awaited degrading yet fulfilling reward--one of the fantasies he's always had as a teenager after having seen it at 19 on a porn flick. Michael stuck his tongue out and attempted licking some off of the corners of his mouth.

"What do you say?" Kei asked as he slapped his face with slight force.

"Thank you. T-thank yooooouuu," he slurred.

He kissed Michael's forehead and complimented, "You're such a polite, pretty boy. Who's my polite boy?!"

"Me. I'm your polite boy...!"

Kei smiled proudly and spat on him again. Fuck, it feels so good. Michael bit his lips sexily over the feel of the younger man's saliva on his face.

Kei's breath hitched at the dirty sight. He started fucking Michael even harder as the older male's grunts started to intensify in response.