Breathe... breathe... hard... just... remember... how... to... breathe...

Justin’s string of curses break through my daze... that zone... that... primal instinct... to... just... keep... fucking... him...

“Oh fuck... oh fuck... Christ... fuck... Brian...” he’s beyond oblivion... incoherent... and... I’m... just... oh... God... so... close...

Push... push... push... push my dick into his hole over and over... each time, my thighs banging against the edge of the table... sliding it inch by inch across the hardwood floor...

Jeans pooled around my ankles... keep shuffling forward... keep pounding into him... he’s... flat out on his back on the table... grabbing at his hair... face red... sweat beading out across his forehead... the muscles in his calves rippling against my neck as his toes flex out and scrunch in...

My own sweat drips down onto his bare chest... see his stomach muscles moving... taking me inside him...

So hard to remember to breathe...

“Hmph... more... hunh... more... huh... huh... fuck...” Justin flails his arms out above his head... given up... resigned to the ecstasy...

I bend over him... his fingers in my hair... I pull on his shoulders... dragging him a few inches closer to me... holding him there... fucking him there... changing the angle slightly... rubbing against him inside... differently... fucking him harder...

Has the intended effect...

“Christ!” he yelps, his head lifting off the table... his eyes popping open... his mouth breaking into a crazy wide smile...

My heart’s beating faster... feel the burning inside... that fucking great too much feeling just before I cum...

Justin tenses his whole body... his ankles crossed around my neck pulling me closer to him... his face squeezing tight... his ass clamping down on my dick...

Oh... fuck... fuck... ah... ah...

“AH! SHIT!” Justin’s screams cut through everything...

My eyes pop open, staring at him... I grab his chin in my palm... his face is wide open with pain...

“What? What?” I’m fucking panicked...

“Fucking... AH!” He points at his foot... “TOE CRAMP!” he tries to pull himself up to grab at his aching toe...

“Jesus Christ, Justin,” I growl, grabbing his ankle from around my neck... I pull his leg in front of me and start massaging his foot with my fingers... my dick just barely staying inside of him as he stretches out his leg...

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck...” he moans, gripping the edge of the table with white knuckles...

Finally I feel the cramp working out, and his face relaxes as he takes a deep breath...

“Thanks...” he whispers... wriggling his toes a little, testing it out.

I put his ankle around my neck again, and slowly ease my dick all the way inside him... a grin washes across his face.

“Better?” I ask.

“Much,” he nods.

“You and your toes,” I whisper, kissing him on the nose.

“Can’t... help it... it’s all... your fault... for... making me... feel... so good...” he says... his words coming in breaks as I ease in and out of his hole.

“That’s one thing... I’ll take the blame for...” I increase the pace and his eyes slide closed...

And I feel his calf muscles moving again... as he wriggles his toes...