Edgar Aeternum, Book 1: Tales of Aeternal Love (26 page)

Edgar rested his chest against Maddi's back,
slowly nibbling on one of his ears. He wrapped his arms around
Maddi and began long, deep strokes that ended with his balls
slapping Maddi's ass. Maddi reached up to run a hand through
Edgar's hair, working the other under his body to grasp his cock.
"Oh. Ugh. Just... like... that!" Maddi ground out as Edgar's
thrusts sped up.

"Oh fuck! Maddi your ass is so hot, I'm not
gonna last much longer!" Edgar panted in Maddi's ear.

"Do it, Edgar!" Maddi moaned. "Give it to me;
I'm about to go myself!"

At those words, Edgar lost control, slamming
into Maddi faster and harder, urged on by the boy's gasps and
moans. He could feel Maddi stroking his own cock, his tight sheath
gripping Edgar's pole spasmodically the closer he was to his own
orgasm.

"Fuck! Yeah! Ugh! Maddi, I'm going! Take it,
baby! Take my load!" Edgar yelled as he pumped his hot cum deep
inside Maddi.

"Yeeeaaaahhh!" Maddi practically screamed.
"Fuck yes! I'm... coming!" His hole tightened on Edgar's cock
sending the other man into further spasms. The harder Edgar thrust
into him, the more Maddi came.

Maddi collapsed, pulling his cum-covered hand
out from under his body and Edgar slumped over him, both completely
spent. The sweat-slicked pair twitched and moaned as occasional
jolts of pleasure shot through them.

The bedroom was
quiet, the HC having long finished Maddi's playlist. Edgar and
Maddi lay, Maddi's left leg across Edgar's right, both men
breathing heavily. Two empty mousse bowls lay on their sides on the
bed, the spoons lost to the floor. Fingers entwined, they looked at
each other, faces flushed, speech not even a remote
possibility.

They remained that way for a long while,
until Edgar grunted and released Maddi's hand. "I have to piss," he
said. Maddi moved his leg and Edgar reluctantly got out of bed.

"I have to go, too," Maddi said, pulling
himself out of bed. He headed toward the bedroom door, intent on
using the guest bathroom.

"Wait!" Edgar called. "Why don't you join me?
Unless you're pee shy," he added.

"Join you?" Maddi questioned.

"Sure," Edgar answered. "Haven't you ever
crossed streams?" He fought hard not to make a Ghostbusters
reference.

"Uh, no, actually, I haven't," Maddi said.
"But there's a first time for everything," he said, cheerily and
headed for Edgar's bathroom. "Speaking of sweet asses..." he said,
alluding to their earlier conversation, "David wouldn't weep after
seeing yours, he'd throw himself off the Pons Aelius into the river
Tiber."

Edgar paused mid-step and turned to Maddi.
"You know Rome?" he asked.

"Oh sure!" Maddie replied, gently turning
Edgar in the direction of the bathroom. "But if we don't go, we'll
be discussing the River Maddox."

"Oh, I'd like to discuss the River Maddox
someday; I'm given to understand it's very warm. Today isn't that
day, though," Edgar said. "You're just full of surprises, Maddox
Bristow. A world traveler, too?"

"Guilty as charged on both counts," Maddi
said. "The second count is largely due to parents who thought that
life was the best classroom. We traveled a lot and my father was my
tutor. I love Rome, so much history! And the architecture is
amazing. Speaking of surprises, 'discussing the River Maddox?' Care
to elaborate?"

At this point, the box covering the toilet
was gone and they stood side-by-side in front of the bowl. True to
his word, Maddi began going immediately, his sigh showing the
relief he felt. Edgar wasn't far behind; the two streams joined
like branches of a river flowing to the sea.

"Well," Edgar started, "I just meant that
there are many pleasures of the flesh that can be fun when
explored. However, I feel it fair to point out that I do draw the
line at scat, blood and extreme pain. Some things just don't turn
me on; admittedly, there aren't many, but you get the idea. Of
course, I'm very respectful of people's limits and not so committed
to any particular fetish that I can't be happy without it," he
finished speaking as both he and Maddi finished relieving their
bladders. A couple quick shakes later and the two were at the
sink.

"I have to admit, I'm intrigued," Maddi said.
"I'm definitely open to that particular exploration. I'm also quite
open to a quick shower. I'm sticky all over and not just from the
usual suspect."

"Sounds good to me," Edgar said. "Both the
exploration and the shower. I'm sticky and itchy and the two don't
make for a good night's sleep."

"Works for me," Maddi said. He turned and
hugged Edgar, their naked bodies temporarily stuck together by
dessert and the aftermath of hot sex. When they finally separated,
Edgar was the first to enter the shower, Maddi close behind.

"So David would kill himself over my ass?"
Edgar asked Maddi as the jets came to life, spraying them with hot
water.

"Indeed, he would," Maddi said. "And rightly
so, if I may say so."

"You may and thank you," Edgar replied,
soaking his hair. "If that's the case, I can't imagine what he'd do
over yours, but it'd be a whole lot more than just weeping. Not
only is it amazingly hot, but it's the sweetest ass I've ever eaten
and no, not just because of the mousse."

"Thank you, you're a gentleman and an
excellent lover," Maddi said. "Well, I suppose if the poor thing
wasn't going to weep, and only commits suicide over your ass, then
I can only guess that he might kill Michelangelo for not making his
more like mine. If, of course, that's not too conceited."

"Not at all," Edgar answered, lathering
Maddi's chest and moving down his torso. "It can't be conceited if
it's true and I say it's axiomatic."

"I can't find a logical means of refuting
your argument," Maddi said, jokingly. "As much as I'm enjoying it,
you'd better let me take over with the washing unless you want to
go again."

Edgar's cock twitched at the mere suggestion.
"Are you serious?" he asked Maddi.

Maddi's response was grabbing his swelling
cock and wagging it at Edgar. "I can, can you?" he asked.

"In a heartbeat," Edgar answered, feeling his
cock lengthen and harden. He poked it at Maddi's stomach to prove
the point.

Maddi grinned lasciviously and took hold of
Edgar's soaped up erection. Edgar gasped as Maddi's hand gripped
him firmly and slid up and down his now fully hard cock. "Then
let's rinse of this soap and put these," he grabbed his own rock
hard cock, "to good use. I believe I remember you saying that you
wanted to be ridden hard and put away wet?" The gleam in Maddi's
eyes and the tone of his voice, in addition to his continued
manipulation of Edgar's cock made the taller man gasp again and
squirm free of Maddi's grip.

"You're so fucking on, man! I almost went
just now, thinking about your cock pounding up my hole; let's get
to it!" Edgar panted.

Maddi quickly released his hold on his own
cock, closing his eyes and moaning. "I just about blew, myself," he
said. "Not here, though. I want you spread-eagle on your stomach
when I fuck you."

The two men rinsed off quickly, their
throbbing cocks bouncing with every movement. As the exited the
shower, Maddi moved to grab a towel and Edgar stopped him. "Un uh,"
he said, starting for the bedroom with Maddi firmly in tow. "The
sheets need changed from all the mousse; a little water sure the
hell isn't gonna hurt 'em and I want your fuckin' cock in me
now!"

"Fine by me," Maddi replied and suddenly
Edgar found himself being propelled forcefully toward the bed. His
entire body thrilled at this and a long rope of pre-cum descended
from his drooling cock to the carpet below. "Now get up there and
spread those fuckin' legs, man! I'm rammin' this dick home!"

Edgar moaned and quickly complied, reaching
back and spreading his muscular cheeks, exposing his tight, pink
hole for Maddi's assault. Maddi slapped his hard cock against
Edgar's ass and said, "Are you ready for this? You want my fuckin'
dick up your ass, man?"

Feeling Maddi poking and rubbing the slick
head of his cock against his ass and hearing him take charge caused
Edgar to groan into sheets. "Yeah, man! Fuck me, fuck me now!"

There was a sharp crack as Maddi smacked
Edgar's cheeks with both hands. "You better hope you're ready,
cause here it comes!" Maddi growled, leaning into Edgar's spread
cheeks. Both men cried out as Edgar's tight hole snapped around
Maddi's hard-on. "We're not playing 'just the tip' this time,"
Maddi hissed and sank his cock to the hilt in Edgar's ass. Edgar
bucked back against the anal assault, grinding himself against
Maddi's hips and whimpering.

Maddi slapped his ass again and began
pistoning in and out of Edgar hard and fast. Each inward thrust
brought a gasp from Edgar. "You like that, huh? You like being
fucked hard? Take my cock," he said and smacked Edgar's ass again.
"Tighten up that hole! Milk my fuckin' dick!" Edgar thrilled at how
rough and verbal Maddi was as a top and squeezed his muscles, doing
as ordered.

"Fuck yeah!" Maddi yelled. "You wanna take my
load up your ass or down your throat?"

"Ungh! Up... Ahhh! My... Ohh! Ass!" Edgar
panted.

"Get ready, then, 'cause I'm close!"

"Me, too," Edgar moaned, his fist a blur on
his cock.

"You go first," Maddi ordered. "I want to
feel your ass clench on my cock while you shoot."

Edgar couldn't speak as his orgasm hit. He
bucked hard against Maddi's cock, his ass spasming around the hard
invader, as he shot string after string of hot jizz on the
sheets.

"Aw, fuuuuck!" Maddi gasped as he blew his
huge wad up Edgar's ass. He kept pounding even after he was done
shooting as Edgar whimpered and panted beneath him. Finally, he let
himself fall forward onto Edgars back.

After they both
came, Maddi stayed atop Edgar, still-hard cock buried deep in
Edgar's ass. Edgar loved the feeling of being filled; he also
enjoyed being covered by Maddi's body. Once their breathing
steadied, he said, "Damn, Maddi; you really can give as good as you
get! That was an awesome fuck!"

"I aim to please, Edgar," Maddi replied.
"You're a damn good bottom, too. So friggin' tight," at this, Edgar
clenched his ass, squeezing the last drops of cum out of Maddi's
now softening cock.

"Shiiit!" Maddi gasped. "That felt so fucking
good! Keep it up and we're never gonna get any sleep."

"Seriously?" Edgar asked, somewhat
surprised.

"The last time you asked that is what got us
here, handsome. Face it, I'm 19; essentially, I am one big hard-on
just waiting to happen. Yes, given a little time, I could drill you
again. Want me to prove it?"

Edgar was silent. Part of him was tired and
just wanted to sleep, Maddi in his arms. The other part was
extremely tempted to tease Maddi into fucking him again. When it
came to sex, that part typically won and this time was no
exception. He clenched hard and bucked his ass and Maddi responded
with a moan, rearing up in almost a cobra pose, his hands on
Edgar's upper back. He ground his hips against Edgar's ass, causing
Edgar to grunt and groan.

Maddi moved so that he straddled Edgar and
grabbed the man's left ass cheek in a firm grip, slapping the right
one a few times. The crack of the slaps joined the thunder of the
storm raging outside and minutes later, Maddi's cock began to
harden again, signaling the start of a storm of lust inside.

Edgar began rhythmically squeezing Maddi's
cock in his cum-filled ass. Maddi growled deep in his throat and
started grinding his hips against Edgar. "Yeah, that's it," he
said. "Milk it like that, baby." Maddi's cock was fully hard again
and he eased out of Edgar's tight ass until just the head was still
inside it. He slowly rocked back and forth, massaging the walls of
Edgar's ass with half the length of his hard-on.

"Mmmmmm..." Edgar moaned. "That's so
good."

"I'm glad you like it," Maddi growled in
Edgar's ear, sinking himself deep in Edgar's tight ass. He
stretched out atop Edgar and began thrusting deep and hard, his
balls slapping Edgar's with every thrust, grinding Edgar's cock
into the mattress.

Edgar gasped each time Maddi's cock hit home
deep in his ass. The friction on his own hard-on was the perfect
amount to drive him toward another orgasm. Maddi's pace quickened,
his thrusts and breathing both harder. Edgar was teetering on the
brink when Maddi rose up, grabbed his hips and pulled him into a
kneeling position. The change brought Edgar back from the edge, but
allowed Maddi freedom to thrust even harder.

"Ungh, damn it!" Maddi cried out, pounding
even faster. Edgar moved to jerk himself off, but Maddi beat him to
it, giving him a reach-around in perfect time to his thrusts.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Maddi hollered as his orgasm hit. Edgar added
his own gasps as Maddi's hand took him over the edge. His load,
smaller than before, added to the puddle beneath him.

Afterward, Maddi pulled out of Edgar's
well-fucked ass and collapsed backward on the bed, panting and
covered in sweat. Edgar fell forward, unable to support his own
weight. He lay there in a puddle of cum, his whole body tingling
with pleasure. Neither spoke for some time. Edgar, with a wicked
grin that Maddi couldn't see, asked, "Again?" and slowly wiggled
his sweat-slick ass.

"For real?" Maddi said. "I may be a walking
hard-on, but even I have limits. Unfortunately. Believe me, Edgar,
it's not for lack of want."

"I know," Edgar replied. "Same here. I was
just teasing you. The spirit may be willing, but the flesh just
can't manage it."

Maddi laughed. "However, when we wake up..."
he left the implication hanging. "On second thought, it's my turn
next. I want that fucking rod hard and fast, just like I gave it to
you."