Convergence

Shaun felt the thick cock head poking against his unforgiving sphincter. He topped most of the time and wasn’t used to taking a cock up his ass, especially not one as thick as Kurt’s. Last night, he’d convinced Kurt to put on a lubricated condom and use a generous amount of KY but, in their haste, he’d left his bags in the car parked by the restaurant. He was so eager – so horny – he was willing to let Kurt fuck him dry and bareback. And Kurt tried... and tried... but Shaun’s barrier wouldn’t give.

Kurt spit into his hand and coated his fat dick with saliva. He took another stab at Shaun’s ass. He popped through the tiny ring and sank in a couple of inches. Shaun bit his lower lip to fight back the scream that was building inside of him. The pain was incredible! Kurt pressed forward, driven by unquenchable lust – he was getting that ass if it took all night. Slowly, painfully, his cock burrowed deeper and deeper into Shaun’s bowels until it was buried ten inches deep into the hot, spongy, tightness, and his hairy nuts were nestled against Shaun’s soft ass.

Shaun’s dick had stayed fairly hard throughout the whole agonizing ordeal thanks to Kurt’s coarse manhandling, but now, it stood proud and strong in his partner’s firm grip. Shaun pressed his back against Kurt’s hairy chest and let his brutish lover have his way with him.

“You good?” Kurt asked in a surprising display of kindness, his hips gently rocking back and forth, molding Shaun’s rectum into compliance with his demands.

Shaun simply whimpered. It was a good whimper. It was the whimper of a man ready to have his ass pounded into submission. Kurt was eager to oblige. The two horny lovers rutted around on the futon, working themselves into a sweaty tangle of limbs. They quickly abandoned their awkward sideways coupling for a more familiar and convenient position with Shaun on his stomach and Kurt laying on top of him, furiously wedging his prick deep into his mate’s smooth, round ass. Their muffled grunts and the steady creaking of the wooden bed frame were the only audible clues of their intense lovemaking.

Shaun pressed his face into the pillow and wailed like a wounded beast as he pumped his load into the sheets. It was the most intense orgasm he’d had in – well, forever. The rhythmic clenching of Shaun’s already tight bunghole was all it took to bring Kurt to a gasping climax. He bit into Shaun’s shoulder and buried his cock balls-deep into Shaun’s ass. His quivering nuts flooded the man’s overworked bowels with sperm.

They lay there in silence, gasping for air and waiting for the world to stop spinning. Shaun enjoyed feeling the full weight of Kurt’s lean body sprawled on top of his larger, more muscular frame but, eventually Kurt rolled over and curled up on his side of the bed. Shaun felt empty and alone without Kurt’s slimy cock filling his abused hole. He wanted to curl up next to him but didn’t know how he would react. He didn’t want to cause waves because, maybe, if he played his cards right and didn’t overstep his bounds, Kurt would violate him one more time before they parted ways in Vienna. So, he quietly withdrew to the other side of the bed and drifted off to sleep.

Shaun’s athletic body lay in the pale light streaming through the window facing the courtyard between the apartment blocks, the swatch of blue light hitting his milky-white skin. Such a beautiful man. Broad shoulders tapering into a V-shaped back, his hips curving gently into round muscular buttocks. He lay facing the wall, his head buried in the pillow. Was he asleep? Or was he laying there thinking about me, the way I was thinking about him? Why had he rolled over like that? I thought that after all we had been through the last few days that he would feel more of a bond with me. All he seemed to want was my fuck pole shoved up his ass. I had so much more to offer him. I reached out to touch his perfect arm, but he seemed to sense my move and rolled further towards the edge of the bed. Well, if that’s it, then okay. For some reason (about ten inches of reason) he was still willing to help me get to Vienna. I was still in control of what’s going down, and finding Gunnar seemed like a not so impossible thing. Fucking bastard Gunnar...

The night of the raid, breathless and in pain, I rushed back to the apartment Gunnar and I were sharing. I knew I had to get out of town. The Lavender Mafia would be looking for me, I had too much information in my head, and had records of the transactions at Z Club that would easily implicate the brotherhood in some pretty shady stuff, including murder. It was all kept, like insurance, in a safe-deposit box in the Overseas National Bank along with over a million dollars in US currency. I guess I was a fool to think the keys would still be in the hiding spot under the floorboard. Gunnar had cleared out his belongings, along with the keys. I didn’t give a fuck about the records, I was sure they were in the hands of the thugs by now. I needed that mil! It was my own personal safety net, and I needed it desperately. I knew way too much, and The boys in the gang would surely try to eliminate me. The money would assure me a safe haven somewhere out of their reach. Finding Gunnar and neutralizing him was critical. Thank God for Shaun. He may be a fool, a patsy, and a submissive sucker for a pretty cock, but he certainly was becoming invaluable to me. Trouble was, I was beginning to really care about him... It might complicate things, but I couldn’t help it.

The next morning, I woke up to the smell of coffee and streusel. Janne had gone to the bakery early, and the warm apple and cinnamon scent wafting through the room was making my stomach grumble. Shaun was already up, chatting with my cousin over a cup of the hot, steaming Arabica. I didn’t realize that Shaun spoke such perfect German. I had assumed that we needed to speak English, and I’d never tried to have a conversation with him in any other language. He was certainly full of surprises. What else didn’t I know about the guy? Janne was telling Shaun a silly lesbian joke, and he was waiting with a sly grin on his face for the punch line.

“What is the difference between a walrus and a lesbian? One has a moustache and likes to eat fish. The other is a walrus!”