Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2016 05:07:26 -0500
From: Kody Boye <boyekody@gmail.com>
Subject: His Touch of Ice - 3

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This is a work of fiction, and contains scenes of graphic violence and
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HIS TOUCH OF ICE (The Ice Men, Book 1) is copyright © Kody Boye. All
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His lips were all over me the moment we entered his Sixth Street
apartment. Hands braced along my hips, mouth pressed against the sharp line
of my jaw and body pressed against mine—he snared one hand around my
back and pulled me close to him before sliding his tongue into my mouth and
taking a hold of the back of his head.

"God," I gasped, tilting my head back as his lips fell to my neck.

I shivered as his flesh pressed against my jugular and his tongue grazed
along the curve of my collarbone.

"You're so fucking hot," Guy said, sliding a hand under my shirt, his palm
flat against the middle of my back.

I leaned, took hold of his face, and traced the stubbly contours of his
cheeks before pressing my mouth against his.

"You're sure you want to do this?" Guy asked when he released me.

"Don't you?"

"Yeah, but only if you're comfortable."

I reached down and cupped the lengthening bulge along his thigh. "This
comfortable enough for you?"

With a growl, Guy pulled me to him and lifted me into his arms, hands
groping the firm globes of my ass as he carried me across the apartment.

Once we were in the bedroom, he pressed me down on the bed and ravished my
body with his lips. Trailing them across my jaw, kissing the fine underside
of my chin, giving gentle bites to my upper lip—he ran his hands along
my side until they came to the tail of my shirt, then lifted it, revealing
a flat but otherwise-undefined stomach. Guy's intents were quickly made
clear when he bowed his head and ran his tongue along my abdomen, all the
way up to my chest.

When his teeth sank into my nipple, I groaned and cast my head back.

"Like that?" Guy asked, sliding his tongue across my chest to my other
nipple, then giving it the same treatment.

"Fuck yeah," I managed.

His hands snared my belt into his grasp as he begun to do my buckle.

"Wait," I said.

He pulled back and regarded me with a curious expression.

Sliding off the mattress, I rounded the bed until I stood at the end, then
gently pushed him atop it.

Once on my knees, I undid his belt with depth precision I'd swore I lost
until I pulled down his pants to reveal a very large, very obvious strain
against his briefs.

I reached out to take hold of it.

Guy groaned.

I leaned forward and slid my lips along the outline of his cock through his
briefs before I pulled his waistband under his balls.

I only had one thought when his cock came into view and slapped against his
abdomen: fuck.

It wasn't anything I'd never dealt with before—maybe seven-and-a-half,
possibly on the higher scale near eight inches—but its girth was
impressive: throbbing, cockhead flaring. Guy's breathing stopped when I
took it between my hands then eclipsed into a slight gasp as I began to run
my hand up and down his length, spooling his precum beneath my thumb and
using it to slick his shaft.

"Fuck," Guy gasped. "Ugh."

"You like that?" I asked, edging forward to give the head a tentative lick.

He groaned and bucked against my hand.

I wouldn't make the poor man wait any longer.

I took him in my mouth.

Guy's cry of shock proved I'd struck a nerve.

It'd been a while since I'd been with anyone, let alone sucked someone off
as big as Guy, so I took my time in getting used to his length and girth by
alternating between sliding my mouth along the upper portion and jerking
off the bottom half. His patience was impressive. He didn't even reach out
and tangle his fingers through my hair until I started going further down
on him.

"Don't... ugh... take it if you can't," he managed.

That was enough of a challenge.

I braced myself to bottom out and swallowed the rest of him whole.

"Fuuuuuckkk," Guy moaned. "Yeah baby. Suck it."

I ran my hands along the fine hairs on his upper thighs until I cupped the
beginnings of his ass and allowed him to thrust into me at his own
leisure. Bobbing my head, swallowing for extra effect, occasionally
reaching down to play with his balls—I was near bursting with the need
to jack myself off, but kept my focus on Guy as he rolled his head back and
let out a long stream of moans that instantly made my dick jump.

"God," he said. "Shit. Can I fuck you?"

I pulled my mouth off his cock and leaned over to plant a long, hard kiss
on his mouth before shucking my shirt and undoing the clasp on my jeans.

"Is that a tattoo?" Guy asked, glancing at my arm as the faded,
fractal-shaped mark came into view.

"Yeah," I lied, glancing down at the scar blossoming from my shoulder and
down my arm before shucking my pants. I'd been so caught up in the moment
that I'd completely forgotten about it.

Ignore it, I thought. He's only got one thing on his mind.

Once naked, I crawled up onto the bed, all fours, and watched Guy reach
into a bedside cabinet for the lube.

"Take it slow," I said, gasping as two fingers probed my entrance. "It's
been a while.

He switched to his thumb and circled my hole before sliding in.

I grunted and lowered my head.

Guy waited a moment before he continued.

When I felt I'd grown used to his thumb, I told him to slide a finger in.

I cried out.

I hadn't expected his fingers to be so big.

"You ok?" Guy asked, running a hand under my arm to stimulate a nipple.

"Yeah," I replied. "Just... big."

He laughed and edged it in slower.

I closed my eyes and flexed around his finger to get used to the girth
before he slid a second in, causing me to let out another gasp of
pleasure. His in-and-out motions were one thing, but what really got to me
was when he curled his fingers and hit my prostate.

I cried out and bucked against his fingers, forcing myself back on him.

"Looks like I hit a good spot," he chuckled.

"Fuck me," I gasped.

The sound of the condom ripping open, then of lube being squeezed out
entered my ears before I felt his fingers against my ass one last time,
freshly coating me.

A moment passed without anything happening.

I braced myself for his entry.

Crawling onto the bed, he braced his knees on either side of my legs, then
pressed against me.

"You ready?" he asked.

I nodded.

He pushed.

I grimaced.

He slipped inside with a resounding groan that made me gasp for breath.

Taking hold of my hips, he began to ease himself in.

He went slow, like I'd told him to, pushing himself in when he felt I could
take it and allowing me to adjust when he saw I was having trouble. Given
his size, bottoming out would be a feat unto itself, but I was determined,
especially since he'd made me so damn horny I thought I could blow at any
moment.

"Doin' ok down there?" he asked, sliding a hand along my abdomen, then
taking hold of my cock.

"Fuck yeah," I said, taking in a sharp breath when he started to stroke me
off. "Go deeper."

He sank in another inch, grunting as he pulled out and then repeated the
motion.

"Ok," I said, grimacing, reeling from the fact that the initial discomfort
was now fading. "Start going. Just take it slow."

He did as he was asked.

His thrusts were short and slow, rhythmic to the tune of a rocking ship
idly adrift at sea, and each grazed along my prostate like a feather across
the most sensitive of nerve endings. The first few times I'd gasped, Guy
had slowed or stopped completely to ask if I was fine, but when he realized
I was merely getting into it, he started increasing his pace.

Soon, he was thrusting into me faster.

"You're so fucking tight," he growled, leaning forward to adjust his weight
on his knees.

"Feels fuckin' good, doesn't it?" I asked in turn.

Guy growled and leaned forward.

He sank in.

He bottomed out.

I cried out in pleasure and pushed back on my knees so I could tilt my head
to kiss him.

His mouth was ravenous.

He took hold of my hips and started to thrust into me as our tongues danced
inside one another's mouths. Our grunts were symphonic within the small
room, the smell of sex and sweat pervading the space. He took hold of me
and guided me back to my hands and knees until my ass was in the air and
vulnerable to his ministrations. At this point, he was starting to go
hard—not that I cared. I loved it so much that I was practically begging
him to go harder every time he started to up the ante.

"Roll me over," I managed.

He flipped me over like nothing and reentered me.

I howled.

"Boy," Guy grunted, wrapping his arms around my thighs before mounting them
on his shoulders. "You're a loud one, aren't you?"

"Only when I'm getting fucked like this," I managed.

I jerked my cock with increasing speed as Guy began to really pound
home. The spirals of pleasure rolling through my body were leaving my lungs
breathless, my brain in a fog. I could do little more than cry out every so
often and moan the rest of the time as he started long-dicking me to where
his cockhead hit my prostate continuously. The mounting pressure was
beginning to make my head spin.

"Fuck," I managed. "God... fuck."

"Like that dick?" Guy asked, slapping my ass as he took his legs off my
shoulders and spread my legs as far as they could go. "Like that big dick
inside you, Jason?"

"Fuck yeah," I managed.

"Tell me how much you like it."

"I love it."

"Fuck yeah baby," Guy managed, tossing his head back.

"Ugh... ugh... Guh-Guy. I'm cuh-come—"

I exploded before I could finish.

I arched my back to meet his hard thrusts as come splattered across my
stomach and all over my chest.

"Fuck fuck fuck," Guy managed.

He pulled out, ripped the condom off, and jerked his dick three times
before he sprayed all over my body.

"Ugggghhhhhhhhhh," he groaned, firing shot after shot, chest heaving and
sweat running in rivulets down his chest.

It took him nearly a minute to stop coming. By that time, he was so worn
out that he simply collapsed atop me, his muscled body monstrous in
comparison to my skinny frame.

In the aftermath of our fuck, we lay there—listening to the sound of the
fading Sixth Street traffic and the desperation of our slow, labored
breathing. I reached up to set a hand at the small of Guy's back and was
greeted with him sliding a hand beneath my ribcage, his eyes soon seeking
me out after the post-sex haze of hormones had begun to dissipate.

"You're fuckin' hot," Guy said, pressing a long, sloppy kiss to my mouth.

"You are too," I managed, laughing as he bowed his face into my neck and
kissed my collarbone. "God... I haven't been fucked like that in a long
time."

"How long's that?"

"Six months."

"Damn," the bigger man said. "I was practically breaking you in."

"Oh, trust me," I chuckled, setting my head on one of his fine red
pillows. "You broke something in, and I liked it—a lot."

Guy chuckled. He pried our sticky bodies apart before climbing off the bed,
his ass offered up in glorious detail as he bent to retrieve the condom.

"You wanna stay here tonight?" he asked, bending around the corner to toss
the condom in the wastebasket.

"The guy part of me says I'd be stupid not to," I replied. "I just don't
want to impose."

"You? Imposing? After that?" Guy laughed. He extended a hand and wagged his
fingers in my direction. "Come on. Let's shower. Otherwise we'll end up
sticking to the bed."


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