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.Pío’s body ached with the need to remove the heavy and cumbersome robes, but anyone might enter the library at anytime.While it would take the intruder a moment to open the heavy door, that wasn’t enough time to pull their clothes on.And being caught in the act was the worst thing Pío could imagine.Their punishment would be, no doubt, swift and painful.As Matthew grew in his mouth, the smaller man took the throbbing erection as far back into his throat as he could, contracting the muscles around the head in the same way Matthew did to him.Finally, Pío leaned back, licking at the dripping tip, and looked up at Matthew.How was he supposed to tell the other man what he wanted? Biting his lip, he decided it would be easier to show him.The ancient chairs were hard and difficult to move, but they were also large.Pío pushed Matthew back into the one he’d recently occupied, and the taller monk raised an eyebrow.“I want to try something new,” Pío said, his cheeks flushing as he eased himself onto Matthew’s lap.The slick head of the taller man’s engorged shaft pressed into his bottom, and Pío moved it toward his quivering entrance.His body trembled as the tip dug into the tight opening, burning as it pressed into his skin.“You want this?” Matthew breathed in his ear, a note of excitement in his husky voice.“Yes.Please,” Pío begged, wiggling his bottom.“Get on your knees.That might be easier,” Matthew said, keeping his voice at a hushed whisper as though church was in session.Pío obeyed, the stone floor cold and rough against the skin on his knees and palms.Matthew moved the robes up Pío’s hips, exposing his ass and aching member.Slowly, The taller man’s hands rubbed his buttocks, already red from daily spankings.With a swift slap he brought his hand down on the smaller monk’s firm thigh.The sting sent searing ripples over his flesh, his penis leaking and throbbing.“Please,” Pío whispered.“You’re so comely when you beg,” Matthew purred, and Pío heard the rustle of his robes as he slid to the floor.The dripping heat of Matthew’s shaft pressed into Pío’s bottom, and the smaller monk bit his lip to keep from crying out as it burned into him.The slickness wet his entrance, but it was too large to force its way inside.Suddenly, Matthew moved away.“This isn’t working well,” he said.Pío glanced back as Matthew looked around the room.The taller monk’s eyes settled on the olive oil in the base of the lamp, and he blew out the flame to get at it.He coated his fingers and member in the warmth of the oil, the sound of the rain pattering on the window above them.“This should help, I hope,” Matthew said, giving him a sweet smile, as he pushed the tip of his index finger into Pío’s tight depths.The smaller monk gasped as Matthew’s finger tickled his entrance, the hole contracting as it eased inside.Slowly, Matthew moved it in and out again, as Pío struggled to get used to the feeling.“How is it?” Matthew asked, his voice low and husky.Pío nodded.“Good.”Matthew chuckled as he pushed another finger inside.This time he moved them faster, forcing them as deep into Pío as they would go.The smaller monk wiggled around the sensation filling him up -- stroking his insides with sweltering lust.Then Matthew’s finger prodded into a bundle of nerves.The aching pleasure made the little monk cry out, his vision blurring.“Oh, you fancy this,” Matthew said and his fingers slid out of Pío’s ass.Pío bent further, offering more of his bottom to Matthew.“Please,” he begged.The tip of Matthew’s shaft eased into Pío’s starved ass.Pío muscles squeezed it, the hardness splitting him in two, impaling him on its length.It burned Pío’s innards, agony and delight dancing together in perfect harmony.Finally, with the pounding member nestled deep inside, Pío eased around the sensation of the bulging shaft filling him up.Matthew’s hands crept up and under Pío’s robes, the fingers scratching and rubbing the skin.They found Pío’s tender nipples and twisted them, a hiss escaping the smaller man’s throat.Pulling back, Matthew eased his swollen member out of Pío and back in, digging his nails into the little monk’s hips for better leverage.The sting of the nails biting his flesh wasn’t enough.Pío needed more of Matthew inside him and around him -- those rough hands touching every part of his body.Then Matthew’s tip hit the quivering point of pleasure deep inside the smaller man, and the world swam with stars as he gasped and pushed his bottom back, though the taller monk was already buried to the hilt.“More, please,” he whispered, his voice lusty.Matthew pulled the length out and thrust it back in, the force of the impact burning through Pío’s groin and over the rest of his needy body.Heat danced over his flesh at each ruthless plunge into his depths -- burning his veins.Suddenly, Matthew’s hand wrapped around Pío’s starved erection and caressed it in time with his thrusts.Pío’s vision fogged as the friction engulfed his most sensitive body parts.Slowly, he moved with the taller monk’s hips and palm, his fingers scratching at the stone floor -- body begging for release.The building pressure inside finally gave way and he whimpered, his body jerking as his penis spilled its fluid over the church’s floor.Behind him, Matthew shoved himself into the little monk’s sweet spot several more times, Pío groaning with each thrust, before the climax finally overtook him.His body collapsed on top of Pío’s, pressing the smaller monk into the ground.His slowly deflating length still buried inside as they both panted and bathed in the afterglow.The coolness of the stone eased the heat on Pío’s face and stomach.Matthew’s breathing rustled his hair and their hearts pounded in rhythm.Despite the location of their sinful behavior and Matthew’s coming departure, Pío smiled [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]