Page 95 of The Titan and the Trainer

He undid his trousers and unzipped his fly. His own cock was dripping wet and straining at his shorts. He freed it, feeling the precum on his hand. He took this and wiped it across Callum’s hole, adding it to the spit already there. He stood as Callum relished that he was about to get fucked, arching his back, ass high, ready to receive.

Julian didn’t remove his suit; he just slowly inserted himself into Callum’s willing hole, hands gripping his waist, steadying him, giving him purchase. This time Callum was relaxed and so ready that there was no issue or resistance. Julian with steady but slow motion, entered him fully, pulling Callum to him.

“Fuck, yes,” Callum moaned, taking him in. The heat was intense; the feeling of pressure, insane. His hole wrapped eagerly and tightly around Julian’s girth. This felt like an elevated experience compared with before.

Julian started withdrawing and thrusting. These were slow, long strokes, tugging on the harness, pulling Callum to him, then forcing him away. Callum’s chest made slapping noises as it lifted and lowered from the desk. Julian was enjoying this, but also wanted to fulfil Callum, who he knew was in ecstasy. They found a good rhythm, Julian thrusting deep into Callum, and from the moans he was making, it was equally pleasurable for them both.

“Yes, yes, fuck me.” Callum found the intensity of the harness, and the constricting action from Julian pulling it, an extra turn-on in this already highly charged scenario.

Julian reached underneath Callum to his dick which was rock hard and wet. He started wanking it in the same rhythm as his strokes, left hand on the harness, right hand on his dick, his body pressed hard to the man he loved. He wanted to wrap both hands around him, tell him he loved him, tell him all the things he was feeling in this moment.

Something clicked.

This wasn’t just fucking. They had moved on and evolved into something else.

Julian stopped dead.

“What? What’s up?” Callum asked.

“This doesn’t feel right,” Julian said, face dark.

”Well, it felt pretty fucking amazing to me. What do you mean?” Callum tried to understand.

Julian stepped back, and Callum stood, turning to face him.

“Come with me.” Julian took his hand and led him to the bedroom.

He indicated for Callum to sit on the end of the bed.

Julian pushed him back, stepping forward and bending down to kiss him.

Callum expected passionate, raw hunger as he’d experienced barely fifteen minutes earlier, but instead what he felt was gentle and tender. Julian’s tongue was in his mouth as they kissed, his hands on his shoulders.

When they separated, Julian’s face hovered over Callum’s, his green eyes intense.

“Why did you stop? Weren’t you enjoying it?” Callum asked, confused about how things had gone from aggressive, raw sex to sudden tenderness.

“Oh, yes I was.” Julian frowned. “But as much as I love fucking you, I don’t want to do that anymore.”

Callum froze.

“I don’t want to just fuck you, Callum. The animalistic sex we’ve had was amazing, but,” he paused, “I feel too much for you to just fuck you anymore. I want our sex to mean more. I want to make love to you.” As he uttered the words, his green eyes filled with tears that spilled down his cheeks.

Callum understood. He pulled his head down to kiss him. “It always felt like you were making love to me, you idiot. Now, can you please continue to make love to me, but just do it really fucking hard!” He kissed him again, leaning back, throwing his legs up and holding them wide. Julian stepped forward, guiding his still stiff dick into Callum once more.

So, they made love with intensity. This was the first time they had fucked made love, in their bed. It was a monumental experience for Julian, but also Callum.

Julian’s eyes never left Callum’s as he ploughed into him with love, passion, and intensity. Callum’s face was a vision of ecstasy as he took every thrust, deep inside him, knowing the intensity of feeling and emotion behind it. He started wanking himself in sync with each stroke, but Julian pushed his hand aside, taking hold of Callum’s cock. As he thrust inside him, he matched his strokes. He reached up to Callum’s right nipple and tweaked it with his fingernails, squeezing it tight. The nipple responded instantly under his touch, swelling and stiffening.

Callum was by now very, very aroused, moaning and thrashing his head from side to side. Julian felt his dick swell harder in his hand, as he continued his deep penetration. It felt incredible; it was hot and tight, but also felt different. Only lust and love for this man consumed his thoughts and feelings. He loved him, his face, his body, and his attitude to life. He loved the face of pure joy and wonder that he made at the simplest gesture of kindness. He wanted this guy by his side and in his bed every day, for the rest of his life. He loved him, heart and soul, and he was ready to say it.

These feelings and the stimulation morphed into a warmth that started in his toes, rushing like a wildfire up his legs, to his groin and his head. “Cal, I’m going to come. I can’t hold it. This feels too fucking good,” he blurted out.

He felt a pulsing in Callum’s cock now too, the intensity increased with each thrust. He slowed, taking long strokes, his own cock pulsing hard as an iron rod.

“I’m cumming” he uttered, as his climax rushed through him like a fiery blanket of heat. He managed to keep stroking Callum, who then writhed, arched his back, and a second later he too came, shooting ribbon after ribbon of spunk across his chest and abs. Julian withdrew, legs now like jelly, collapsing onto the bed beside him.

Callum instinctively reached an arm around him as he fell, pulling him close. Julian’s left leg lay across his own. There they stayed, whilst heartbeats slowed and ragged breaths slowly returned to normal.