Goldilocks and the Two Bears
Part VI

Chris had never been one to back down from any challenge. Doubt was something that happened to other people. But with this bear of a man crawling ever closer to him, he was unsure if he would make it through the night. When Kane caught him by the ankle and dragged Chris towards him in one mighty pull, Chris feared he would expire within the hour. Kane loomed large over him, his arms like stone pillars. Sweat broke out on Chris' forehead and his body tensed as a hand wrapped around his throat.

"Chris," Kane whispered, lowering his head until their noses touched. "Do I frighten you?"

Chris swallowed, feeling a thumb pressed against his Adam's apple. "Yes."

"Do you want me to stop? Do you want me to let you go?"

His heart raced and he knew Kane could feel his pulse pounding. "No."

"Why?" Their lips brushed for a fraction of a second.

"Because…" Chris started, and then paused. He tried to tip his head enough to close the gap between them, but Kane would not allow it. "Because I think I want to be frightened."

Kane released the breath he had not realized he'd been holding. He kissed Chris, hard, mashing their lips together. There was no light stroking of his tongue against Chris' lips, no gentle invitation. He bit Chris' lower lip and, much to his delight, Chris bit him back. A playful yet aggressive series of nips soon followed until their lips were red and tender. Kane's tongue invaded Chris' mouth, sliding along his teeth and gums before diving to the back of his throat.

Chris could barely breathe. One of his hands clawed at the hand around his throat, the other dove into Kane's hair and pulled hard. Kane withdrew from him and Chris tried to squirm out of his reach. Kane caught him by the wrists, pressing them into the mattress. He latched onto the side of Chris' neck with his teeth and increased the pressure of his bite until Chris quit his struggling.

Looking down on him in satisfaction, Kane growled, "No more fighting." His mouth returned to Chris' neck. He swirled his tongue over the marks he'd left there. With a whimper and a moan, Chris tilted his head to the side, giving Kane better access, a silent agreement to Kane's terms.

"You are a rare thing," he said against Chris' throat. He kissed his way down Chris' chest.

"You're not too bad yourself." Once free of Kane's grips, his hands returned to Kane's head. One hand ran through his hair, the other lightly stroked the scars on Kane's face and neck.

Again, Kane swatted the hand away from his face. "I'm going to have to do something about your mouth, though."

Chris smiled and tried to guide his head lower. "Good luck with that."

Kane moved much quicker than Chris had anticipated. Before he could get out a word of protest, Kane had him bent practically in half; his feet hovered over his head, his ass pointed towards the ceiling, and his cock flopped against his stomach. Struggle as he might, he could not right himself. Kane held him by the back of his thighs, keeping him in place.

"There," said Kane, triumphantly. "That's much better."

Chris hurled a few choice words at the man, including an insinuation that his mother was a woman of loose morals and his father resembled a horse's hind end. His cursing ceased the moment Kane's tongue touched his hole. What followed was a string of long, wordless moans as that tongue circled the puckered flesh before working its way slowly, deeply inside. Kane removed one hand from Chris' thigh and used it to tenderly caress his balls. Chris' moans grew louder and his legs began to tremble as Kane pressed a finger his hole. Slowly it sank in, squeezing through that tight ring of muscles until it was completely inside. Then it was just as slowly pulled out. In and out it went, so many times that Chris thought he would go mad.

A second finger joined the first and Chris was soon clutching the bed sheets. His cock throbbed against his stomach, its flushed, purple head leaking fluid down onto his chest. His need to come was so great his balls ached. All it would take was the lightest of strokes to completely undo him. The two fingers in his ass spread apart, scissoring back and forth. The muscles in his stomach rippled as he was spread open and he could no longer hold back.

He would have shot his load all over himself if Kane had not squeezed the base of his cock, cutting off his orgasm. "Not yet," said Kane, his fingers swirling around Chris' insides. "Not until I'm inside you. Then you can come as much as you want."

"Then stop doing that," Chris panted. He tried to focus on something other than Kane's sliding fingers. "Otherwise, all the squeezing in the world won't stop it from happening"

Kane removed his fingers though part of Chris was saddened by the loss. With a little help, he was right side up again. He backed away from Kane and tried to regain control over himself. He hadn't felt this flustered since the first time he'd given head. It had been his best friend's sixteenth birthday party and the two of them had been up in the boy's bedroom with the whole family sitting downstairs. The kid's mother had barged into the room just as Chris finished wiping the evidence from his chin.

The memory gave Chris an idea. Deciding it was time Kane got a taste of his own medicine, Chris crawled towards him on his hands and knees until he was face the cock with the kneeling Kane. Looking up at him, he wrapped his hand around the shaft, not the least bit surprised when his fingertips did not meet. Kane was L.T.H. Long, thick, and hard. Not taking his eyes off Kane's face, Chris swirled his tongue around the tip of his cock. He stroked and licked, eventually sucking the head into his mouth. He loved the way Kane's eyelids fluttered with each flick of his tongue.

Kane sat back on his heels and watched as Chris lovingly sucked his cock. Their eyes locked when he felt the tip touch the back of Chris' throat. No one had ever taken him so deeply and Chris seemed content to just stay there, holding him in his mouth. Gradually, Chris pulled back until only the head remained in his mouth and soon that, too, passed between his lips. The image of Chris kneeling before him, a thread of saliva bridging the gap between his swollen lips and the tip of Kane's cock, would never leave his mind.

"I like this," sighed Chris. His hand continued to stroke Kane. "Being with you… Touching you…" His hand moved faster. It was slick from his spit and slid easily along the shaft. "Sucking you… Especially sucking you." He mouthed the head of his cock, gliding it across his lips. "Do you have any idea how good you taste?" Not waiting for an answer, he tongued the slit, sampling the juice flowing from there. "I think… I could do this all day, every day, and be the happiest person on the planet."

Kane combed his fingers through Chris' hair as he took him in his mouth again. Watching that blond head bob up and down, Kane vowed to find a way to make that happen. He imagined there could be no better thing in the world than to have Chris treat him like this every day.

Well… There could be one thing better…

Reluctantly, he pulled Chris' mouth off of his cock. Chris' moans of protest warmed his heart and he promised that there would be time for more of that later. Right now, he wanted to be inside Chris, to make him come. He retrieved the bottled he'd taken from the nightstand. Pouring some of its liquid in his hand, he rubbed it on his cock. Once he was slick enough, he positioned himself behind Chris. He slid a lubricated finger into Chris' ass, followed by another one, and then a third. Chris thrust himself backwards onto those fingers, whimpering softly as he rode them.

It was obvious the boy was ready.

Kane removed his fingers and rubbed the head of his cock against the opening. Holding Chris by the hips, he pressed forward. He entered him gradually, groaning as the tip squeezed through his tight ring and he felt the entire head pop inside. Chris' whole body shook as he moaned loudly. Kane continued to press forward, pushing himself deeper inch by inch.

"Oh God…" Chris whispered. He was being stretched and filled by this wonderful man and he wasn't sure if he'd be able to last. Kane felt so good and it had been so long since he'd been taken like this. None of his lovers had been anywhere near Kane's league. Thighs trembling, he feared he would faint before he got to the bottom.

Finally reaching bottom, Kane ground his hips against Chris' backside and held him still for a moment. It was a tight fit and every muscle in Chris' ass rippled around his cock. He resisted his first instinct, which was to fuck him through the wall. He wanted to take his time, give Chris every inch of him over and over until he came. He wanted to make Chris buck and moan and scream his name.

"Chris?" He kissed the man's sweaty shoulder. "Are you alright?" Kane didn't think he'd hurt hum, but he had to be sure. Now that he was fully inside, Chris could have changed his mind.

"Yes," sighed Chris. "I just…" He swiveled his hips, eliciting a groan from both himself and his lover. Looking over his shoulder at Kane, he shifted his hips again. "I just need you to do it already… It feels like I'll go crazy if you don't." He couldn't stop himself from moving; to need to feel Kane sliding inside him was just too much. "Fuck me… Please…" He could feel the head of Kane's cock buried deep inside him, rubbing against him in ways he'd never dreamed of. "Please, Kane…"

Kane leaned forward until he was up on his knees, the change in position causing Chris to cry out. "Grab the railing." Chris did as instructed, grasping the top rail of the headboard in both hands.

Holding Chris by his waist, Kane pulled back until only the uppermost part remained inside him. He then slammed the rest of his cock back inside him, deep into his ass. Over and over again, he'd pull out only to slam back home. Chris' cheeks slapped against Kane's thighs with every thrust.

"Harder," Chris panted. His head rolled back as he held onto the railing as if his life depended on it. Kane's steady rhythm sent his own cock bouncing against his belly. "Fuck me harder… Make me take you… Make me feel every inch of you…"

"Like this, Chris? Is this how you want it?" He pounded him harder, riding deep into Chris' ass. He was so hot and tight, Kane could not resist giving him everything he had. He pressed his face into Chris' hair, basking in his scent, burning it into his memory. He wanted to keep it all. The way he smelled. The way his hips moved, always pushing back to meet Kane halfway. The way he said his name. "Take it… Take all I have…"

Chris whipped his head back and forth. "God, you're so deep! … How can you… be so…?" He broke into a fit of uncontrollable groans. The tip of Kane's cock kept hitting his sweet spot, driving him closer to the edge with every thrust. "Right there… Keep going… Just like that… Just like that…"

He could feel Chris growing tighter around him. He reached up and pinched one of Chris' nipples, making him scream even louder. "You gonna come for me? Come for me right now… Do it for me." He pushed Chris' hair aside and sunk his teeth into the meat of Chris' shoulder, breaking the skin.

"Yes! Yes, please!" He reached back, grabbing Kane's head. He could hold back no longer. Kane felt too good, worked his body just right. "I'm close… so close…" It was all too much. The air in the room was too hot to breathe and he could feel everything. Kane's breath on his skin, the weight of his body against Kane's thighs, the slip and slide of the metal rail beneath his hand. "I'm coming… Kane…"

Lightning sizzled behind his eyelids and every muscle in his body locked as the full strength of his orgasm crashed down on him. Air rushed from his lungs and it felt like he was drowning. The ringing in his ears was so loud he couldn't hear himself screaming. One and on it went for what felt like forever. Then it was over. His limbs were heavy, as if their bones had been taken out and sand was put in their place. There was a dull burning in his shoulder.

Kane lowered Chris onto the bed, their bodies still connected. There was no book or video in existence that could have prepared him for Chris' reaction. It was like fireworks had gone off in the boy's body making him shake with every explosion. His internal muscles had gripped Kane so fiercely, he doubted they would ever let go. He kissed the lips of his spent lover, hoping he didn't notice how he tasted like blood.

Chris' eyes fluttered open and, with hazy vision, he gazed up at the man that had put all his past bedmates to shame. "Kane," he sighed. "That was…"

"Shh…" He brushed his lips against Chris' again. "Don't speak. Just rest."

When Kane moved to kiss him, he let out a weak moan. Their bodies were still joined. Kane's erection rubbed against his insides. "You're still hard," he whispered. Chris' muscles instinctively twitched around Kane's cock. "Did you come?"

It took all of Kane's will power not to rock his hips against Chris' bottom. "Not yet." He allowed himself one rock that had them both groaning from the friction. "Later. After you've rested." He leaned back and began to pull out.

"No!" Chris wrapped his legs around Kane's waist, locking his ankles behind his back. "I don't want to rest. I want you to come, too. I want you to feel what I felt."

Kane kissed Chris on the forehead. "You really are a rare thing." As Chris relaxed his grip on Kane's waist, Kane lifted Chris' hips off the bed and set a long, slow rhythm. In. Out. "You come in, uninvited." In. Out. "You eat my food." In. Out. "You sleep in my bed." In. Out. "And now…" In. "Now…" Out. He leaned forward, covering Chris' body with his own, placing his weight on his forearms so as not to crush him. The movement drove him deep into Chris' body again, drawing a moan from Chris' lips. "Now you are mine, Goldilocks."

With an almost painful slowness, he moved. No longer thrusting, he used a kind of stirring method. Swiveling his hips around and around, he brushed against Chris' walls, churning up his insides. Constantly changing speed, direction, pressure, and depth, Chris never knew what to expect next. He could only hold onto Kane and share deep kisses. The need to dominate was gone. Chris had willingly offered himself to Kane, holding nothing back, and Kane reciprocated. All that remained was the desire to extend this blissful moment. One more kiss. One more sigh. One more caress.

"Kane," whispered Chris. He tenderly touched the scars on his face, tracing their edges with his fingertips. Kane leaned into his touch, brushing his lips across Chris' palm. "One more time, Kane…" He could feel the pressure building, his muscles twitching and fluttering. "Please…Can we… together?" He gasped as Kane's hips moved in a frantic pace.

"Yes…" Kane was almost there. Chris held him delicious tightness. The friction from his grip, the heat of his body, and the slickness of their sweat-covered skin all worked together to grant Chris' wish, triggering the deepest orgasm of Kane's life. Chris arched his back, crying out his name as he came. Kane was close behind him, coming hard, spilling his seed into Chris' spent body until those muscles milked his cock of his last drops.

They stayed that way, joined together, until Kane softened and slipped free. Kane rolled off of Chris, but did not go far. He pulled Chris into his arms and held him against his chest. He was not normally the cuddling type, but Chris seemed to bring that part out of him. Besides, he welcomed any opportunity to keep Chris close by.

Chris sighed, deeply content. He was tired, his body was sore, and he was covered in sweat and come. But he was happy just the same because Kane was with him and showed no signs of letting him go. That alone was worth a decade's worth of Denny's runs. "I think I need another bath," he groaned, stretching out the muscles in his legs.

"There's also a shower." Kane nipped at Chris' bottom lip and was thrilled when Chris gave him one in return. Chris had so many nibble-worthy parts; he figured it would take hours, maybe days, to explore them all. It would certainly be time well spent. "We could take one together." He reached down between Chris' legs and slipped a finger inside him.

"What are the chances," moaned Chris as Kane slowly fingered him, "of me making it out of that shower unmolested?"

Kane added another finger. Pressing against Chris' sweet spot, he growled, "Not a chance in hell."

And they all lived happily ever after...

The End