“More, lad, c’mon,” Australia wiggled his ass and tried to push down, back to that glorious hand inside his ass. The movement of his body made the hands on his dick slide just a little too far, and they caught on the hot crown of his dick and Australia gasped. “Fuck, do that again,” he grunted, and America obliged. The hands were back on his dick, hard, thick muscles that seemed twice as big as usual. They raked down his dick and back up past his crown, and Australia couldn’t stop his hips. They followed America’s hands, thrusting into the water. The hands came back down and they pulled at the same rhythm of his hips, stroking his dick again and again.
“God, yes,” Australia moaned, and his thrusts picked up. The hands on his dick, cool and soft around his hot skin – still hot underwater, how was that possible? – clamped down. “Don’t leave me hanging,” Australia managed to spit out, and wiggled his arse. America’s fat, fucking solid dick came back, tentatively pricking at the sensitive ring of his hole. “Yeah,” Australia whimpered, and the dick went in, somehow slick, pressing upward and stretching his muscle out until he nearly felt like he couldn’t handle any more. America had clearly been working out, too, as his dick was thick and muscular and strong and capable of flexing every which way. Which was miraculous, especially when it curled forward into just the right spot.
“Ahhh,” Australia moaned and felt the heavy tingling sensation building up in the pit of his belly. The hands around his dick kept moving, and he lifted his hips up as much as he could, puling against the binding holding his arms almost painfully, deliciously back. America seemed to get it, and started pulling his hips back down and then thrusting back up. Not quite the same rhythm as the hands around his dick, and the unmatched strokes were hot counterpoints – the hands on his dick going faster and faster, and the dick inside him was slow and measured and not quite enough.
“Yeah, there, c’mon, fucking harder,” Australia snarled and shook, and the wrapping around his waist and thighs tightened, holding him still. The hands on his dick squeezed and jacked him faster, and Australia tried to concentrate on that sensation, but it was hard to concentrate with the curling, gently thrusting dick inside him.
“No, no, come on.” He wanted so badly for America to just pick him up by the hips and fuck him hard and raw, with that big ol’ dick, and all he was doing was yanking and pulling at his cock, which felt so fucking good, and it was going faster, faster, spreading the heat in his belly more until it trickled down to his taut thighs and he felt it pulse through the length of his hard cock and he ejaculated into America’s smooth hands, one sweet spurt with every quiver of his tense muscles. America, who, bless his heart, kept going, squeezing and jerking and tugging until he felt every ounce of his cum course out of his dick until it was nothing left. The dick inside him kept going, pulling his orgasm to insane lengths, until he was nearly oversensitive and aching and twisting to get away.
“A-ahhh,” he groaned, head flung back, stopping his hips as best he could. America finally stopped thrusting, slowing down until he was slipping out of him.
“Well,” Australia said, panting as he caught his breath. “Never thought you had it in ya, mate.” He smirked at the joke – they were always playing rough with each other, teasing verbally and physically tussling with one another.
“Maybe next time – ” Australia made the mistake of opening his eyes right then, and immediately his fantasy was broken as a big white eye stared at him.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake – would ya let me go? You had your fun,” he growled, smarting from the sharp break in reality. It was such a lovely dream – and waking up to this thing on the other end was kind of shitty and left him in a foul mood.
Not Native (5/6)
“God, yes,” Australia moaned, and his thrusts picked up. The hands on his dick, cool and soft around his hot skin – still hot underwater, how was that possible? – clamped down. “Don’t leave me hanging,” Australia managed to spit out, and wiggled his arse. America’s fat, fucking solid dick came back, tentatively pricking at the sensitive ring of his hole. “Yeah,” Australia whimpered, and the dick went in, somehow slick, pressing upward and stretching his muscle out until he nearly felt like he couldn’t handle any more. America had clearly been working out, too, as his dick was thick and muscular and strong and capable of flexing every which way. Which was miraculous, especially when it curled forward into just the right spot.
“Ahhh,” Australia moaned and felt the heavy tingling sensation building up in the pit of his belly. The hands around his dick kept moving, and he lifted his hips up as much as he could, puling against the binding holding his arms almost painfully, deliciously back. America seemed to get it, and started pulling his hips back down and then thrusting back up. Not quite the same rhythm as the hands around his dick, and the unmatched strokes were hot counterpoints – the hands on his dick going faster and faster, and the dick inside him was slow and measured and not quite enough.
“Yeah, there, c’mon, fucking harder,” Australia snarled and shook, and the wrapping around his waist and thighs tightened, holding him still. The hands on his dick squeezed and jacked him faster, and Australia tried to concentrate on that sensation, but it was hard to concentrate with the curling, gently thrusting dick inside him.
“No, no, come on.” He wanted so badly for America to just pick him up by the hips and fuck him hard and raw, with that big ol’ dick, and all he was doing was yanking and pulling at his cock, which felt so fucking good, and it was going faster, faster, spreading the heat in his belly more until it trickled down to his taut thighs and he felt it pulse through the length of his hard cock and he ejaculated into America’s smooth hands, one sweet spurt with every quiver of his tense muscles. America, who, bless his heart, kept going, squeezing and jerking and tugging until he felt every ounce of his cum course out of his dick until it was nothing left. The dick inside him kept going, pulling his orgasm to insane lengths, until he was nearly oversensitive and aching and twisting to get away.
“A-ahhh,” he groaned, head flung back, stopping his hips as best he could. America finally stopped thrusting, slowing down until he was slipping out of him.
“Well,” Australia said, panting as he caught his breath. “Never thought you had it in ya, mate.” He smirked at the joke – they were always playing rough with each other, teasing verbally and physically tussling with one another.
“Maybe next time – ” Australia made the mistake of opening his eyes right then, and immediately his fantasy was broken as a big white eye stared at him.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake – would ya let me go? You had your fun,” he growled, smarting from the sharp break in reality. It was such a lovely dream – and waking up to this thing on the other end was kind of shitty and left him in a foul mood.