Russian It? Chapter 18
#27 of Road Rovers
chapter 18
That night, me and Exile enjoyed ourselves with another steamy shower. I rubbed his matted, wet fur up and down, watching him react to every touch I made. I most definitely took my time when I rubbed his chest area. All that he did in response to my actions was look down at me, wondering when I would be finished; with a smile, of course.
After I had decided that I was finished, he pulled me close to him and shoved his tongue down my throat, begging to make love to me.
I pushed him away for a second to catch my breath.
"Are you okay?" he asked, concerned.
"Of course," I responded, "I just needed to breathe for a second."
"Was I that bad?"
"You weren't bad. You were just Russian it a bit."
"Oh ho! I see what you did there!"
I laughed with him for a couple seconds, enjoying the non-sexual fun. But, like I said, this only lasted for a couple seconds.
Exile took a small step towards me, and leaned in, ready to kiss me again. I puckered my lips, ready to kiss him as well. We opened our mouths a bit more, ready to insert our tongues. Exile blushed, embarrassed at himself again. I giggled a little inside, enjoying his uncomfortableness. He grabbed hold of the back of my head, steadying himself. We let our tongues slither against each other, lathering themselves with each other's saliva.
I felt myself start to get hard, rubbing against Exile's inner thigh. I felt his do the same thing. I threw my hands around his torso, pulling myself closer to him. Exile moved his hands down towards my torso as well. He started to shoot a bit of pre-cum here and there, lathering my leg.
"I want you," I panted.
"I want you, too," Exile agreed.
We pulled ourselves away and got ready to do the "Dirty Mambo," or whatever that's called. I'm not used to these stupid sexual terms, to be completely honest. Nor do I care.
Exile lathered his (already wet, mind you) pointer finger on his right hand with saliva and started rubbing it against my hole, lubing it up for an easier entrance.
I looked back, panting, blushing, to see what he was doing. I notice Exile grabbing ahold of his wondrous cock and guiding himself in. I felt my asshole stretch wider and wider, taking in his girth. I winced from a hint of pain. Since we were doing this so often, the pain started to get less and less noticeable. I felt proud of myself for some reason.
After he got himself completely inside, he started his normal slow thrusting, letting himself get used to me, feeling my insides tighten against him as he penetrated.
"Exile...faster...please!" I begged.
"You got it!" Exile shouted, taking my words more serious than I had intended. He quickly started ramming himself deep inside me, trying to get his knot to grow and thicken, so that he could knot me and release his sperm, breeding me. A couple of times, I felt his fairly large balls slap against my inner thighs. I wished that he would do that more often. I loved the feel of them. They were so big and hairy. Murr...
Every now and again, I would make him sit on my bed, while I knelt in front of him and lathered myself in his wonderful musk, rubbing my face against his groin, letting his scent cover my face. It would send me to a whole other world. I would even cup his balls and give them a lick here and there. He would blush every time, which made me laugh. I have no idea why I enjoy Exile's uncomfortableness (is that even a word?). It just makes me laugh for some reason. It's probably because he's (normally) a straight man. He's more-than-likely wanting to fuck me because he knows that there's no one else that he could screw.
ANYWAY, back to the steamy shower goodness. I felt his knot finally grow after about five minutes of taking his deep, hard thrusts.
"Almost...there...AH!" he groaned. Within seconds, his knot filled me to the brim. He shouted at the top of his lungs as he shot load after load of wondrous canine juice. The feeling was so immense that I had to jack off. I took ahold of my cock and started stroking, begging to release my fluids as well. Within seconds, I shot about two or three loads onto the tiles in front of me.
"I love you, Jay," he murmured in my ear.
"I love you, too," I panted. I wrapped my left arm around his nape and kissed him passionately.
"You ready for bed?" he asked.
I nodded in agreement.
"Good." He turned off the water and got out. I soon followed. We dried ourselves with the same towel and when we finished, he picked me up in his arms and carried me all the way down the hall to his room, where we slept for the night. I was glad that nobody saw us, though. What would they be thinking when they saw one of their MALE crewmates carrying another MALE crewmate in their arms down the hall together, NAKED? The answer is obviously not going to be a good one.
When we crawled into Exile's bed, we took hold of each other. Exile nuzzled his snout into my hair, while I nuzzled my right cheek into his chest hair. I looked up and saw Exile close his eyes, preparing for yet another stay in Slumberland. After about a minute of mesmerizing, I closed my eyes as well and joined him in wondrous sleep.