Switching it up, I flipped Tyga on his back with his little feet perched on my hips and his knees on his chest, picking up where I left off. Pushing in quickly, pumping fast, looking into his eyes, listening. His loud moans were an aphrodisiac for me, especially when he groaned, saying “Oh God, that feels so good.” The more we fucked, the more he goaded me on. That’s when I realized I was pounding him in full beast mode, harder than most young men twice his size could take. I realized that he was jerking his own cock, trembling more in ecstasy, and I could tell we were both on our ascent to a titanic mutual climax. Tyga said he was going to cum. And cum he did, LOUDLY. During the throes of his orgasm, shooting his own load onto his stomach, his body became rigid, briefly locked, experiencing the ultimate of gay male sexual pleasure. He went silent and I realized his mouth was open, finally taking a breath, still trembling. Continuing to piston in and out of him hard, I hit the peak of my pleasure and shot ropes of cum inside him, still thrusting deep until my orgasm subsided. In a funny realization, we had fucked our way across the king-size bed until his head was hanging off the other side of the bed. I gently pulled his arms up to me, moving us up to the pillows, onto our side, where Tyga became my little spoon, and in my protective mode during our afterglow, I draped my arm and leg over him, pulling him tight. He turned his head back, giving me the sweetest kiss and a smile. Tyga has really wrapped me around his little finger, and I look forward to more times like these.