In my new story, Don't Look Back, we've met Marshall and Lee, and seen the games they like to play. Things heat up this week! Warning - this story is intended for mature audiences only and may contain themes that some people might find disturbing. I hope you enjoy it, I plan to post it for quite a while :)
Marshall’s entire body was tense, not with apprehension, but
anticipation. He was hard put not to
shake his ass, the urge to do so strong inside of him. At times like this, when
he and Lee came together out in the open, in the freedom that only the great outdoors
can provide, Marshall thought of himself as a wild animal. Untamed and
untamable, except by Lee. He was the cub to Lee’s bear. A walking, talking
piece of Lee’s heart, a part that could never be torn asunder.
Even if some had tried.
Slap!
The hand came down again, only half expected. Lee wasn’t
predictable, and Marshall loved that about him. His cheek stung, the burn
stealing through him like wildfire. A throaty moan issued from deep inside of
him. One that could easily be released in a howl.
Marshall fairly vibrated now. He dared to shift his
position, move his knees apart just a little more, knowing how enticing his bud
would be to Lee. Like honey to a bear...
Much as Marshall loved Lee’s tongue delving inside of him,
he loved Lee’s cock that much more. And he hungered for it on a constant basis.
There was never such a thing as enough, much less too much, of Lee.
He watched Lee drop to his knees behind him, felt Lee’s
hands upon Marshall’s hips. He pressed
up against him, and Marshall felt Lee’s cock slide between his cheeks.
Goddamn, he’s a
fucking tease.
Lee was seriously winding him up now, driving Marshall to
the brink of endurance, testing his obedience and submission. No matter what he
did, Marshall was for goddamn sure going to hold himself in check, until he
received permission to do otherwise.
Lee’s cock was slick with lube and pre-cum. He watched Lee
stroke himself, his gaze never leaving Marshall’s face. “Tell me how bad you
want this, boy.”
“I want it bad, Sir. I want it very bad.”
A smile curled the corner of Lee’s lips. Marshall thought
Lee had the best smile in the world.
“You want me to fuck you stupid?”
“I want you to fuck me dumb and dumber, Sir,” Marshall
replied in lust-laden tones. “Fuck me into next week, next month, next year...”
“Why don’t we start with right now?”
Marshall felt Lee’s cock poised at his opening, and he
dropped his head, his hair falling across his face, as Lee breached him. In one
swift move, he was inside. Marshall caught his breath in appreciation.
Goddamn that’s good.
It didn’t matter how often they fucked. Where, or in what
position. This never changed—the first moment just after Lee entered him. When
they truly became one. Two parts of a whole, joined once more, for this moment
in time.
Their union might not be recognized by the government, or by
the state in which they lived, or even by society as a whole. And maybe there
were ramifications to their relationship that an outsider would never
understand or condone. It didn’t matter. They understood, and that was good
enough for Marshall.
Marshall felt Lee pull back, his channel emptying of Lee’s
familiar warmth. He knew it would only be for a moment, and sure enough, Lee
slammed inside of him again. He liked to give it rough, sometimes, and Marshall
was just as eager to take it that way. Hot and hard. Fast and furious. Like
wild animals.
As Lee thrust inside of him, Marshall pushed back. Their
skin slapped together wetly, and the vibrations radiated outward, consuming
Marshall in their intensity, wave after wave of pleasure that threatened to
break, like waves upon a shore. He dug his hands into the grass, determined not
to come. Not yet.
“Fuck, your ass is hot,” Lee moaned. “Sweet and tight. So
tight.”
Marshall clenched his muscles about Lee’s cock, knowing damn
good and well that would drive Lee crazy. And it did.
“Holy Jesus fuck,” Lee swore. “Goddamn, boy, you tryin’ to
kill me?”
“No, Sir. I’m not trying to fuck you to death, Sir.” Well,
not literally.
Lee shifted his own position, leaning over Marshall’s back,
changing the angle of his attack. And now he was able to peg a certain bundle
of nerves, and Marshall yelped in sheer ecstasy. Again, and again, in dizzying
succession—Marshall lost count. His own dick was puddling the ground beneath
him into a wet mess.
Marshall felt Lee’s lips trailing along his spine. He felt
Lee’s hand as it snaked beneath him, taking hold of Marshall’s wet cock.
Oh yeah, fist me. Hard.
Without warning, Lee jerked into an upright position,
pulling Marshall with him, their torsos aligned as Lee continued to thrust
inside of him, in shorter strokes now, even as he pumped Marshall’s cock.
Marshall turned his head toward Lee, their lips meeting in a
pulse-pounding heart-stopping kiss that threatened to incinerate them both.
Marshall’s cock ached with the need to come, but he held on to it tightly.
And then Lee pronounced the magic words.
“Come for me, boy.”
And Marshall did, releasing hard into Lee’s familiar touch
even as he wordlessly screamed and his body pulsed.
Harder, harder...
One hand gripping Marshall’s shoulder tightly, Lee began to
shudder and moan, then came hard inside of him, filling Marshall as he
released.
Lee leaned against Marshall, spent. Their sweaty, cum-soaked skin glued their
bodies together in a sticky bond. Marshall knew they couldn’t maintain this
position forever. But while it lasted, it was pure nirvana.
They finally collapsed together onto the flower-drenched
grass, Lee on top of Marshall. He loved how they smelled together, right after
sex. Loved how they felt, inside and out. Their kisses were more languid now,
less rushed. More content.
But all good things come to an end.
“You know we have work to do.” Lee made no move to rise.
“Mmmhmmm. We do.”
Hold me just a little
longer, Lee. Like when I was a kid.
And Lee did.
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