Part 2 - A New Kind of Heaven

Within seconds, Mitchell slammed into me hard, pushing me into the wall. "Awww, FUUUUCK!!" I felt his hard cock throb inside me, once, twice. Mitch was almost choking on the orgasm. "Oh, god, yeah...."

Gradually his orgasm subsided, and he pulled out slowly, turning to rinse off his fast-shrinking dick. He looked over at me as I turned toward him. "That was fucking awesome. I've never fucked anyone like that before." He flashed me that boyish grin. "How was it for you?"

"A lot better than I'd expected, once I got used to it." I moved closer. "Wanna give it a shot?" He nodded his assent and started to turn. "Wait," I said, "Start on your back."

As he slid to the floor, I glanced at his hands. They were wrinkled and whitened. I realized we'd been in that shower for at least forty minutes. Thank God for on-demand hot water heaters, I thought.

Mitchell eased back and lay down, his perfect torso stretched out beneath me, legs apart and bent, still-softening dick flopped over his lower stomach. The sight gave my semi-hard cock an instant boost. By the time I had grabbed the can of shaving cream and knelt between his legs, I had an aching, throbbing, hard-on.

"Just lube me up and put it in. Skip the finger thing. Just hold it in there until I get used to it."

"It's gonna hurt, Mitch."

"Fuck it. Just do it." I dispensed some cream and rubbed it over my cock and his ass. Setting the can aside, I lifted his legs onto my shoulders and aimed my cock. Wedging the head tightly, I pushed firmly. Mitchell's face contorted as he yelped in pain. I pressed hard, sliding past the resistance, quickly burying my cock in him to the hilt. "Oh, shit, you weren't kidding!" he cried, gritting his teeth.

"You want me out?"

"No, it's getting better. Just hold on a second." He moved his legs off my shoulders and wrapped them around my waist. I waited for two or three minutes, watching his torso relax and his breathing level out, my own cock screaming for action within his tight ass. Finally, he looked at me. "Alright, slow Trevor. Take it slow."

I gently pulled back, slowly withdrawing, watching my slick dick emerge partway from his body. Just as slowly, I pushed back in. "Ahh..." he breathed in pleasure. I pulled back and in again, gently increased my pace. "That's good," he sighed, arching his back. "Go a little faster."

I settled into a gentle rhythm, my cock sliding easily in and out now. I watched his eyes glaze over as his breathing became more ragged. I increased the pace, fucking regularly, his body sliding back and forth gently with the motion. I reached forward and caressed his pecs, playing with his nipples. "Mmmm...." he moaned in satisfaction.

My knees were getting sore. I pulled out. "Turn on your side, Mitch." I lay down behind him, lifting his leg with one hand, the other guiding my cock into his waiting hole.

"God, yeah," he grunted as I slipped into him. I wrapped my arm under his head, rubbing his chest. He reached back and grabbed my ass as I rhythmically pounded him, his other hand cupping and groping his balls and dick.

Several minutes we fucked like that. God, it felt better than any other fuck I'd ever had. I wanted to fuck him like an animal, ram him hard, exert every bit of masculine energy I could into him.. "Get on your hands and knees," I commanded, pulling out of his ass.

I positioned myself behind him, the warm water splashing against my chest and onto his ass, flowing down between us, lubricating and splashing as I rammed into him hard, again and again, hard and fast.

Suddenly, I felt my cock swell as waves of pleasure began coursing through my body. Every muscle tensed as I groaned and released deep into Mitchell's sweet tight ass. "Yeah, shoot that hot cum up my ass, you fucker," he managed among my ravaging thrusts.

"Fuck, fuck, Fuuuck..." I ground out between clenched teeth as the orgasm flash-burned within me. Slowing my thrusts, my chests heaving, I bent over my stepbrother, wrapping my arms around him, laying my chest on his back, my subsiding cock still buried deep within him. Burying my face against his spine, I mumbled, "God, Mitch. What's gonna happen now?"

He moved to stand, and I stood with him. He turned to me and grabbed my flopping dick, rinsing it off in the warm water. He looked me in the eye. "Nothing," he answered. "It's just sex. It feels good. That's all." He reached behind me, turning off the water. "Any more than that would ruin our friendship. We're too close to let that happen."

I watched as he stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. He was right. It had to be that way. I stepped out of the stall and smiled at him. "It did feel fucking good, didn't it?" I slugged him affectionately on the chest and pulled the other towel from the rack behind him.