Without breaking the kiss, he carried Tenner around the corner, into the alcove over the ladies’ restroom. He held one hand up behind Tenner’s head as they hit the back wall, and he heard Tenner grunt as Ross’s knuckles scraped the cinderblock.
“Sorry,” he mumbled. “Okay?”
“It’s nothing.” Tenner pulled away to kiss down Ross’s jaw and nibble on his neck, and Ross’s knees got a little wobbly. Oooh… wow. He loved a good neck nibble. He let go of Tenner’s ass, and Tenner took the hint, putting his feet on the ground and shoving his hands under Ross’s shirt.
He actively kneaded everything—abs, pecs, holy hell, nipples!—and Ross fumbled with Tenner’s belt so he could get to the good stuff. He shoved down everything, pants and jock, and fell to his knees.
Oh wow, this guy was primed. Erect, dripping, thick, Ross devoured him, tasting the bitter tang of precome. He had to use two hands to wrap around it, and he pulled back long enough to look into Tenner’s eyes in the moonlight to show his appreciation.
“Fucking monster,” he breathed. “Gorgeous cock.”
Ross went back to sucking, and Tenner mumbled something and then moaned.
“Am I hurting you?” Ross asked, because even if he was about to fuck against a cinderblock wall, that was the last thing on his mind.
“I’m gonna come and my health screen is clear,” Tenner said, and Ross tightened his fist, because what a good guy.
“Good, come quick, let me swallow!” He went to suck again. It had been a while and he loved the feel of that monster stretching his lips, pushing back into his throat, but he had a thought. He paused for a moment, still stroking, his breath brushing Tenner’s head. “But I wanna fuck you too. Do you tighten up too much?”
“I don’t remember,” Tenner said, and Ross frowned before moving one of his hands and rooting through his back pocket. He ignored the two foil packets he’d put there right after the game and managed the little ampoule of lube. He handed the lubricant off to Tenner.
“I’m going to go slow for a bit,” he said, shuddering in anticipation. “Use that and stretch yourself out. We’re gonna have some fun.”
His own cock was ripe and wet in his jock, the ache exquisite. Slowing down enough to let Tenner move, seeing his hand go back, shiny with slickness, knowing what he was doing with his two fingers, made Ross need.
Tenner relaxed, a hum of happiness filling the little alcove. “Ah….” Yes! A man who loved to bottom! Ross enjoyed bottoming too, but this was his sexual fantasy, and it involved taking this guy’s tight ass until he melted.
And judging by the amount of precome he was leaking into Ross’s mouth, Ross was well on his way.
“How’s your ass, Ten?” Ross asked, the diminutive slipping out. “Slack? Loose? Begging for more?”
His response was a moan and—oh yes!—a thrust into Ross’s fist. Lovely. Ross took a breath and swallowed as much of that glorious cock as he could, giving Tenner’s balls a gentle roll as he did.
Tenner moved his free hand to his mouth to muffle his cry, and his cock spurted hard, and again, dumping come down Ross’s throat as if he hadn’t come in years.
Ross swallowed it greedily. So long. It had been so long since Ross had wanted a guy like this. Tenner, stalking onto the field, taking that happy bullshit game as serious as nuclear physics, lightening up at the end and smiling at that sweet little puppy with the crush—all of it had made Ross want him more.
Tenner made a sound of discomfort, and Ross pulled off immediately, standing up as quick as he could, given that he’d hit thirty that year and his knees weren’t fifteen anymore. He leaned in for a kiss, gratified when Tenner responded, opening his mouth, accepting his own taste, the kiss growing passionate and urgent once more.
While they kissed, Ross worked his own belt, pushing the works down and enjoying the feel of the breeze on his sweaty bits.
His cock bobbed painfully, though, and unless he wanted to just blow his cool by rutting against this guy’s hip until he came, they needed to get a move on.
“Turn around,” he whispered, and Tenner’s compliance was one of the most gratifying things he’d ever witnessed.
Ross slid the condom on with fingers nimble from want, if not recent practice.
“It’s been a while,” Tenner panted, and Ross dropped his hand, testing the stretch, stretching some more.
“That’s a shame,” he rasped in Tenner’s ear, spreading his two fingers. “That’s the sweetest, tightest ass I’ve felt in a long time.”
Tenner moaned into his own shoulder, and the sound sent sparks of excitement dancing up Ross’s spine. Tenner wanted this as much as Ross did, and that was so damned sexy.
He pulled his fingers out, gratified by the little whimper of loss Tenner made, and then replaced the fingers with his cock.
“Ahhhh….”
The sigh came from both of them. Tenner’s ass gripped him like a vise, but as Tenner pushed out eagerly, accepting, Ross glided in, the extra lubricant doing its job. Oh… oh….
“Oh wow,” Tenner whispered, resting his head against the cinderblock wall. “So good.”
Ross paused to kiss the back of his neck, behind his ear, the corner of his jaw. To his surprise, Tenner reached back over his shoulder and cupped Ross’s head.
“Should I move?” he asked, his lips brushing Tenner’s ear.
“Please?”
“I love to hear you beg.”
Slow at first—for Ross, so he could savor, and for Tenner, because he was so tight—Ross began to thrust.
Tenner was muffling the most amazing noises behind his fist, and Ross spent a moment wishing they could linger, that he could torment this tight-assed sexual powerhouse by going slow until he screamed. But he knew that eventually a patrolman would be by to make sure there weren’t deviants in the park doing pretty much what he and Tenner were doing right now, so he began to move faster.
Tenner’s moans grew too loud to muffle.
“Shhhh…,” Ross soothed, pulling that thick dark hair back from Tenner’s face. “Sh… I’m gonna go for it, okay? I’m gonna do us both right.”
“God, yes!” It came out as a whispered shout, and Ross had just enough humor left to chuckle before everything became his cock in Tenner’s ass and the two of them pumping, a hot red ball of lust in the dark.
Ross started fucking like he’d never fucked before.
Tenner grunted softly, once, twice. “Am I hurting you?” Ross demanded, praying he wasn’t, because God, he didn’t want to stop.
“Don’t you dare stop!”
And thank you, Big Guy, for the license to fuck!
Faster and faster, and heavens to betsy, Tenner was so tight, so soft, so sweet, so—
“Mmmmmmffffff!” Tenner howled into his shoulder, his ass tightening so hard on Ross’s cock he couldn’t move, and Ross buried his face against Tenner’s neck and came.
For a moment, his eyes closed in the dark. All he could smell was Tenner’s sweat, all he could feel was Tenner’s skin against his cheek, Tenner’s grip around his cock, and all he could hear was Tenner’s harsh breathing against the cinderblock wall.