Evan didn’t stop. If anything, Tom felt him move faster, sink even deeper, burying his lips deep against the thick and hairy base of his maroon pole, moaning as he withdrew completely before plunging deeper with every draw. Tom felt the depths of his ass burn as Evan’s fingers worked faster, inserting two more, working them deeply against his chestnut, making Tom raise his pelvis to relive the rush of erotic sensation that overwhelmed him. With that Evan released his other hand from Tom’s raging cock and drew it into a fist around the top of Tom’s ball sack, pulling his swollen, sperm-filled balls down, drawing his cock closer to Evan’s hungry mouth.

As the rapids took Tom from the bed, a river of white erupted from his painfully swollen cock before the wave of orgasm slammed against his body arching his back, forcing Tom to cry out in shock. Sperm shot forth from him in one continuous river deep into Evan’s throat. The second wave consumed him in a fire of blinding ecstasy as his sperm continued to gush forth endlessly. This was the Hell of Heaven, the end of the world, all things left Tom and burst forth from his cock as he had never felt before.

Evan drank deeply from Tom’s wellspring, the first explosion of salty sweet sperm forcing his head back. He managed to keep Tom’s thick spasming cock head between his lips, quickly swallowing torrent after torrent; each time his cheeks billowing to contain it all. Closing his eyes, he savored Tom’s essence. This was Tom, his seed, the most intimate part of him. Now it would become part of Evan too and as he realized this, his eyes welled in happiness. He gagged once and a mouthful of Tom’s pearly jizz spilled forth bathing Tom’s jumping cock in a bath of its own juices. Evan’s mouth jumped forward, engulfing the sperm-covered monster again, enrobing it with his tongue as it continued to splash his throat with essence of man and Evan realized his own cock was ready to explode. With one swift move of a young buck in rutt, Evan swung his body onto the bed and spread his legs over Tom’s face. Tom felt a shift and seeing Evan’s dripping purple head pulling against its collar just inches from his gasping lips, he reached up and drew the man’s shaft down into his own mouth, his tongue forcing back the foreskin to reveal the tender pink skin just as Evan’s cock shot forth its first thick rope of come. Unprepared, Tom coughed as the blast hit the back of his throat and he choked as the second rope spat forth with as much force and volume. He drank what he could of Evan but he could not catch it all and he felt rivulets of semen leak from his lips and onto his chin. He had not expected Evan to taste this beautiful, this rich, and Tom felt himself slide in and out of Evan as Evan slid in and out of him. This was a new place, a place no woman could go, a place wholly warm, wholly male. Its intensity frightened Tom as it had last night when he felt Evan’s manhood ram deep into him yet now it felt simultaneously revealing and secret; sweet and coarse.

Images flashed in Tom’s mind of hugging his boyhood friends; of lacrosse his team played as one and triumphed; of his father tenderly reading Curious George to him before bed; of waking to his first wet dream, his older brother helping him change the sheets rather than teasing him; of the deep sweaty smell of locker rooms; of long road trips with Evan happily spent barely talking; of his first circle jerk with Trevor and Chris; of beating the shit out of Billy Hinton for saying his sister was a slut; of his first drive in his BMW, testing its limits and his own; of the smell of leather couches; of watching baseball on TV with his grandfather. The memories swirled in his mind and as Evan’s still pulsing shaft spent its last drop of sperm, Tom felt his body give way and fall through the bed into a cold blackness of instinct. He felt his strength now and a fierce desire to hunt, to kill, to destroy enemies, to fuck long and hard, to endure pain, to be honorable, to know his fellow tribesmen were brothers unto death. To know Evan would be his unto death. The feeling was primal, thrilling, frightening. Tom could only grasp its meaning for a fleeting second before he regained his mind with the last spurt of his spent cock.

Evan fell to his side gasping for breath, Tom’s sperm covering his face. Tom was in him, forever; his one love, his only desire, was now part of him. He thought of his redwood forest, the nights spent under a blanket of stars scanning the skies with his telescope, of never wanting even the most beautiful men who made passes at him, of his years spent as an anchorite in a church that only one other man could enter and now, finally, that man had come. Evan laughed a little at his own pun, rousing Tom to turn round on the bed, lean forward and kiss him.

Reveling in the kiss, Tom could taste himself and Evan as Evan tasted himself and Tom. The power of the realization pulled them closer, deeper. Tom grunted as he felt his spirit pass deep into Evan’s darkness, revealing his soul, releasing it from the hermitage as a sweet melody resurrected from ancient parchment. Evan pressed in closer as tears fell from his eyes, crying in unbound joy.

Hell behind them, Orpheus had rescued Euridyce.