They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

I suppose that's true, but at the moment, beauty, true beauty, is riding my cock.

It always amazes me, the way he moves with the grace and agility reserved for those lithe little beings.

He's a big boy - same height as me but more lean. Despite his years of working out, he still has the softness of baby fat around his waist, although it isn't visible to the naked eye.

Mmm…naked. That's how I love to see him.

That's how he is right now.

Naked, covered in sweat, completely filled.

Riding me.

I don't know how he does it.

Hell, if I was on my knees that long, I'd need a crane to pull me off the floor, or bed, as the case may be. But not Randy.

The short spikes of his hair are plastered to the top of his head.

A trickle of sweat is running down his left temple.

His eyes are half open and they're locked on mine right now.

I'm damn glad his mouth is nowhere near me right now, because his teeth are clenched together tighter than Fort Knox.

The way he's working his jaw makes the muscles in his neck contract, and I want to lick it.

But, I can't.

Our hands are joined, pinned to the bed next to my head.

He does this every time he rides me. Says it's the only time he can be in control.

Control.

The one thing I'm on the verge of losing.

I can't touch him.

Can't kiss him.

Can't move anything.

I just have to lay here and watch…

Watch his eyes flutter.

Watch his face contort in pleasure.

Watch his chest heave, his abs ripple…

Watch his cock - rock-hard and dripping - as it bobs faster with his movements.

I could ask him to let go of my hand so I could touch him, stroke him, help him out.

Won't do any good though. He never lets me.

This is the only time I give up control to anyone.

His knees spread farther apart, forcing my cock even deeper into his ass.

I know he's almost there, because he's babbling incoherently.

His hips roll - left…right…left…right…

Then he stops.

Looks down at me.

Smiles.

Tightens his legs, his knees squeezing my hips.

And in one graceful, fluid movement, flips us both over on the bed.

Legs wrap around my waist, ankles lock behind my back.

He lets go of my hands, leans up, kisses me, then utters the words I've been waiting to hear for the last hour -

"Fuck me, Dave. Hard. Fast. Until I scream."

I'm always happy to comply.

His ride is over.

Now it's my turn.

I stroke his stomach, caress his balls, squeeze the base of his cock.

And then I start to pound his ass like there's no tomorrow.

I fuck him hard and fast, just like he asked me to.

His muscles are grabbing at my cock as it slides in and out of him and the friction is enough to make a crazy man sane.

He reaches up and puts his hand over my heart.

His skin is so smooth, so soft, like silk against my burning flesh.

Fingers play over my nipples before sliding down, resting on my stomach.

He giggles as the muscles there contract.

And then, his hand drops even lower, grabbing his cock in his hand.

Stroking himself.

Watching my cock slide into his tight ass.

Hard to tell what's moving faster, my cock or his hand.

I watch his face, looking for one thing.

And then I see it.

His face flushes bright red as the first drops start to shoot from him.

No matter how many times we do this, he always looks surprised when he comes.

I move faster still, pounding into him without mercy, without care…

But always with love.

And then, his ass tightens.

His cock explodes.

And he screams my name.

He told me once that this was his favorite part, coming undone and then watching me.

I don't scream.

Don't moan.

I growl. Low, deep, from the depths of hell, as he describes it.

And I fill him, completely, totally, with everything I have to give.

When we are both done, when every drop of fluid has been drained, and we lie together, wrapped in each other's arms, he kisses me softly and smiles.

He glows.

And that is the most beautiful thing in the world.