#cabonut

                “I love you, Mikey.”

                  Donut and Caboose had been “dating” for nearly a month. Donut taught him how to cook(which he sucked at) and how to kiss(which he excelled at). Caboose showed him his rainman-esque talent for mechanics. With a combined IQ equivalent to that of the average squirrel, they meshed well together. Even their respective teammates had to admit they made a cute couple.

                But Caboose was as innocent as Donut was experienced, and the pink Spartan decided to do something about it. That evening, after a twenty minute makeout session and with uncomfortably tight pants, he took Caboose’s face in his hands and looked him in the eyes.

                “I love you.” Caboose smiled (By God, did he have a million watt smile) and gave one of his bone-crushing  bearhugs.

                “I love you too, Donut!”

                “More than anybody?” Donut wheezed.

                “Yup!”

                “More than Church?” Startled, Caboose loosened his vicegrip and Donut sighed. “I know, I’m a jealous bitch.” Caboose looked thoughtful(you could practically hear the gears grinding). Then he said,

                “You know, I have 17 sisters.”

                “SE—“ Donut squeaked, looking horrified. “That’s funny, Caboose doesn’t sound like a Catholic name…”

                “I always wanted a brother,” Caboose continued, “Like, a big brother. Someone I could look up to.” He blushed, looking away. “Someone like Church.” Donut hugged him almost as hard.

                “You’re just too cute, you know that?” He kissed his cheek, then his neck, making Caboose giggle. He trailed of when Donut nipped gently. Then Donut took one of his large hands and placed it in his lap, where the bulge fit neatly in his palm. Caboose inhaled sharply as a slender, pale hand softly laid on his own crotch(Where, Donut noted with enthusiasm, Caboose was also quite aroused). He leaned up to kiss him chastely, fighting the urge to just pounce and tear his clothes off.  Caboose was trembling a little, his other hand gripping Donut’s shoulder. When their lips parted, he locked eyes with Donut, looking a little scared.

                “Are…are we gonna have sex?” Donut closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to control himself.

                “I would like to. But only if you want to.” PLEASE WANT TO. “I don’t want you to do anything your not ready for.” PLEASE BE READY. His cock twitched under Caboose’s hand and the Blue looked down, at Donut’s lap and then his and back. Chewing his bottom lip, he finally looked back up.

                “I want to.” With that admission, it took every ounce of Donut’s willpower to not rush. He smiled, climbing up onto his boyfriend’s lap, straddling him. Their mouths met in a familiar tangle of tongues while Donut deftly removed both of their shirts. His hands roamed Caboose’s broad, muscular chest and Caboose awkwardly tried to do the same. When his fingers brushed across a nipple Donut moaned into his ear.

                “I want you so bad, Mikey,” he whispered, and to his delight, Caboose was pawing at the front of his pants, trying desperately to remove them.  Donut giggled, pushing his hands away and taking over. He slipped out of his own first, then helped Caboose out of his. Then he froze, staring at the tented underwear in awe. Caboose squirmed under his gaze.

                “What’s wrong?” Donut looked up, his mouth hanging open.

                “You’re sweet, handsome, strong, and well endowed?! That’s just not fair.” Not that he was complaining. He slipped his hand in and pulled out Caboose’s large cock, practically drooling. “Good God, Mikey.” He was easily 8 inches. Holding his lower lip in his teeth, Caboose watched, transfixed, as Donut leaned down and swept his tongue slowly from base to tip. He whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut.

                “It feels so good…” Donut pressed a soft kiss to the head, smiling.

                “It gets much better.” Then he eased the entire length down his throat, until his nose was buried in soft brown curls. Caboose groaned, throwing his head back. His hands flew to the back of Donut’s head, where his trembling fingers tangled in blonde hair. Donut hummed, bobbing his head at an easy pace, all the while watching Caboose’s face – Cheeks red, mouth hanging open, eyes heavy-lidded. Caboose watched his penis slide in and out from between those soft lips, an incredible sensation welling up. Distantly, he realized he was already coming.

                “Wait, wait!!” he cried out frantically. Donut let him slip out of his mouth, perturbed.

                “What’s the matter, sweetie?” Panting, Caboose shook his head.

                “Nothing. I don’t wanna—I want it to last longer than that.” Donut chuckled, leaning up to kiss him lovingly.

                “We have all night, Mikey. You don’t have to hold back.” Then he resumed, after pulling down and removing his underwear. Now Caboose was completely naked, which he found rather unfair, seeing as Donut was still wearing briefs. He leaned over and tugged at them.

                “Take these off,” he whined, still struggling to hold in his orgasm. “You have to be naked too.” Donut smiled and shucked the offending article quickly, without interrupting his expert fellatio. Caboose had just enough time to notice what a perfect ass he had before climaxing hard, shouting Donut’s  name and shooting straight down his throat. Donut dutifully swallowed all of it.

                “Sorry,” Caboose said shakily, and Donut laughed.

                “Don’t be, honey.”

                “You have a really nice butt.”

                “Aww, thank you, Mikey.” Glancing down, Donut’s eyes widened. “You’re still ready to go!” Caboose blinked.

                “Wow, that’s never happened before. Though I guess I usually just fall asleep.” With an impish grin, Donut kissed his nose.

                “I’m not gonna let you sleep, anyway.” Their mouths came together again, and Caboose could taste himself in his boyfriend’s mouth, and somehow instead of being gross it just turned him on more. Donut gently pushed him onto his back and poised himself, holding Caboose’s stiff cock in place. “Are you ready?” Caboose was wide-eyed.

                “It…will it really fit?” Donut laughed again, beautiful and clear.

                “It doesn’t look like it will, does it? Don’t worry. I’m not proud, but I’ve done this a lot.” He eased himself down, pressing the saliva-slicked head against his entrance until it popped inside. Then he allowed gravity to do the rest, as he sank down until it was buried to the hilt. He moaned at the feeling of being filled so completely, and when he opened his eyes Caboose was staring up at him as if he were a god.

                “Donut,” he gasped, gripping the blonde’s slim hips. “Oh God, Donut, it’s so hot…”

                “Oh, Mikey,” Donut groaned, arching back. “You feel so fffffucking good inside me…” He began to steadily lift his hips and drop them, while Caboose watched, awestruck. Donut rode him vigorously until he couldn’t bear simply laying there – he reared up so that he could wrap his arms around Donut and kiss the life out of him while he bounced in his lap. When they parted for air, Donut threw his head back to expose his slender throat – Caboose gazed at the pale expanse before diving forward and nipping the Adam’s apple roughly. He let go immediately, afraid he had hurt his lover, but Donut moaned appreciatively and returned with a bite to the shoulder.

                “F-faster,” Caboose pleaded, but Donut kept his steady pace. Frustrated, Caboose finally toppled him over onto his back, held his wrists, and pounded away. Delighted by this development, Donut wrapped his legs tightly around his boyfriend and urged him on.

                “Harder, Mikey. That’s it, baby, you’re doing so good.“  Caboose couldn’t gather a single legible thought – the intense pleasure overrode what little mental faculties he had. All he could do was bury his face in the juncture of Donut’s neck and shoulder, and thrust and thrust and thrust. “Fuck me, Mikey, harder! Fuck, that’s it, give it to me. Come inside me, fill me up Mikey, Aahn-“ The commentary pushed him over the edge, and with a wordless shout he spurt deep inside. As an afterthought, he reached between them to touch Donut’s neglected dick. The moment his fingers brushed against that hot flesh, Donut cried out and shot up onto his chest and belly. Caboose promptly collapsed on top of him, trapping the sticky mess between them.

                They lay unmoving for quite some time before Donut gently nudged him. “You’re getting heavy, Mikey.” Caboose slipped out and rolled onto his back. His expression was rapturous.

                “That was way better than doing it by myself,” he said, and Donut burst out laughing.

                “Plenty more where that came from, baby,” he said as he kissed him on the cheek. Caboose snuggled up close and Donut lay his head on his chest happily, listening to his heart beat return to normal.

                “Can we do it again soon?” Caboose asked timidly. Donut couldn’t stop the grin that spread from ear to ear.