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It is 2:48 am and I want to see what I can do in twelve minutes, so here goes.
"Fuck me Chris. Now!" the sharpshooter demanded.Chris was hard as a rock and couldn't wait to comply with his lover's demand. Grabbing the oil off of the night stand, he coated his fingers and his shaft. Hastily, he pressed a slick finger into Vin's ass and then another, followed almost immediately by a third. Chris latched onto a hard nipple and let his tongue twirl over it, tasting the beautiful young man's skin.
Vin's body was ready for him, open and pliant and Chris moved his cock up against the puckered opening and pushed gently easing his way into the tight heat that drove him crazy. He could feel Vin's cock pushing hard against his belly and Chris lowered himself just a little, so that the organ was tight between Vin's stomach and his own.
Vin gasped and wrapped his legs around Chris's, trying to pull the older man in deeper and deeper. "Damnit Chris, I need ya now," he growled in frustration.
That was all the encouragement the blond needed, and he slammed into his lover again and again, all the while keeping Vin's cock trapped and rubbing between their bellies. In minutes, both men felt the familiar ecstasy building. Chris came first, shooting his load deep into Vin's receptive body. The tracker followed, clutching Chris to him desperately, as his cock jerked wildly, coating their middles with his release.
Easing out of his lover, Chris moved to kiss him hard and deep. Vin kissed him back, breathless but wanting this intimacy.
Wrapped in one another's arms, they fell asleep.
THE END
OK, I lied, it was fourteen minutes.