Nighttime Activities

Colin grinned at the youth pinned beneath him. He had used his shirt to tie Phil's hands over his head, and Phil was now down to wearing only his black underwear. He always felt so powerful when he watched the strong-willed boy get reduced to the quivering, moaning thing he was now.

Colin took one of his free hands and put it against Phil's cheek, moving it down his neck. He leaned down and kissed him a few times until his lips follow the path down his neck. Colin's fingers danced down his stomach until they reached the waistband of Phil's underwear, where they continued their dance down underneath, making Phil twitch beneath him.

Phil let out a short breath. He could feel himself growing hard under Colin's hand. His breath was growing faster as he puffed up his chest as Colin left a trial of kisses down his neck and over his stomach. Colin shifted himself down and hooked his thumbs under Phil's underwear and pulled them down off his feet, leaving Phil revealed before him.

Colin smiled. He slowly wrapped his hand around Phil's member and watched as he shivered with delight and let out a light moan. He stroked it up and down slowly, enjoying the effect it had on Phil.

Shifting down even further, Colin gave Phil a quick grin before leaning down and giving him a quick lick over the head of his penis. Phil let out a gasp. Colin's grin widened as he took Phil into his mouth. Phil started moaning as he felt himself growing harder still as Colin's tongue moved up, down and around. Colin was taking his time, enjoying the taste and the effect it was having on his young lover.

He started moving his head up and down. Slowly at first, but building up his speed until Phil was shaking and moaning aloud. "C-Colin -" he let out, feeling himself on the verge of release. He tried to tell Colin, but the feeling was too over whelming. Colin stayed where he was, continuing his rhythm.

At the last second Colin pulled off Phil as he climaxed. He cried out Colin's names as he felt himself release onto Colin's neck and chest. He fell back down onto the sofa, feeling out of breath. Colin smiled and picked Phil's shirt off the floor to wipe himself up with.
He lay down on top of Phil once more, kissing him a few times. Phil smiled and pulled his face away from Colin. "You smell like me now," he said to him, his breath slowly returning to normal.

"Yeah, I do," muttered Colin into Phil's mouth. He rolled off the couch and jumped up to his fee. He undid his belt and walked around the the head of the couch, where he pulled his shirt off Phil's hands. "You've had your fun," he said quietly to him, "so now it's my turn." With that being said, he wrapped hsi hands around Phil's wrists, securing them to the table beside the sofa.

Shifting a little to get more comfortable on the sofa, Phil grinned at the prospect of what was about to happen. What had just happened was good but it was nothing compared to this, especially since Colin was so good at it. Colin was looking forward to it himself. He let his pants and underwear fall to the ground and kicked them away.

Phil whistled, unable to take his eyes of Colin's body. He turned on his side to get a better look, but Colin out a hand on his shoulder and kept him on his back. He leaned over and kissed him, then let his hand wander down to massage Phil's crotch again.

Phil sighed into into Colin's mouth, then oved his head to the side and started kissing and biting Colin's neck. Colin grinned. He was growing even more excited than he usually was by this point. After he'd given Phil enough attention to get back into it, ho moved his hand underneath and pushed a finger into him, getting him ready for penetration.

Though he had done this hundreds of times, Phil flinched at the mild pain. He kept his mind off it by giving Colin's neck even more attention. He nibbled and licked and kissed him. Colin slipped another finger into him, easing them backwards and forwards.

It didn't take long for him to be ready. Colin stood up and grabbed a bottle of lubricant off the end table. He poured a little onto his hand and spread it over himself. Phil was grinning again as he lifted up one of his legs and pressed his foot lightly against Colin's chest. There was little to contain Colin's excitement, but he managed to suppress it into a grin and a slight twitch of his lip. He lightly took one of Phil's legs in each hand and pulled them up until only his shoulders were left on the sofa.

His knees bent as moved onto the couch and eased Phil down until Phil's calves rested on his own shoulders. The excitement was evident over Phil's face. Colin slowly moved himself forward, until the head of his cock pressed against Phil's opening. He slowly eased himself in, with Phil biting his lip to stop himself from moaning or crying in pain.

Once Colin was all the way in, he nearly pulled himself all the way out, and built up a rhythmic motion, in and out. Phil's breathing started to quicken, and with every one of Colin's thrusts, he let out the softest moan. Colin put one of his hands on Phil's hip, to help hold him in place, and wrapped the other around Phil's member and started stroking it in time with his thrusting. Phil's voice picked up and he started moaning louder, the sound echoing off the walls.

Pulling at his reserves of energy, Colin pushed himself deeper, urging himself to move faster. Phil cried out as Colin hit his prostate nerve. He tightened his hands into fists and arched his back, lifting him up onto his shoulders.

Colin kept his pace, and he could feel himself getting closer to climaxing. With Phil's noises, he could tell he was close, too. Phil's eyes rolled back into his head. He started shaking uncontrollably. Colin was on the verge of release, and just as he was about to let himself go, he pulled himself out of Phil.

The both climaxed simultaneously. From their position, all of their load fell over Phil's stomach and chest. Some even landed on his face, which he lazily licked up and swallowed, savouring the taste. They were both out of breath, and so they stayed as they were for a moment.

After a minute or two, Colin got off the sofa and eased Phil's leg back down. He took a short breath and untied Phil's hands from the end table. He kicked his shirt up off the floor and dropped it onto Phil's chest to clean himself off with. "That was great," breathed Phil, wiping himself off with the shirt, "as usual."

"Yeah," replied Colin as he pulled his pants back on and collapsed onto the arm chair.

Phil sat up and smiled at Colin, his teeth showing. "You still taste great, too."

Colin raised an eyebrow and replied with a smirk, "so do you."

Phil slowly got to his feet, and swayed slightly from the night events. He thought he would be fine though, but as he took his first step, he lost his balance and toppled to the side. Colin jumped quickly to his feet and and caught him, easily supporting his weight. He looked down into Phil's eyes and saw just how tired he was. "What say I give you a hand to bed?" he said, smiling down at him.

Shaking his head, Phil didn't want to be a burden, but knew that if he was left to do it on his own, he would most likely fall asleep on the floor long before he got to the bedroom. Colin didn't weait for a voiced response, so he carefully lifted Phil in his arms and carried him down the hall. Though he would never say it to Phil, at times like this he was glad he was so thin. Not that he thought any less of him normally. He wouldn't change a thing about him, in fact.