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This week, Marshall and Lee head to San Antonio for some fun in the big city in Don't Look Back. Remember, this story contains adult themes, and it isn't for everyone. Then see what the other Briefers have been up to. Their links follow my tale. Enjoy!
Marshall and Lee loved the Crockett Hotel for its proximity
to the Alamo, as well as its amenities. It was right next door to the shrine, a
few blocks from the Riverwalk. They’d taken the cruise a few times—a relaxing
way to take in the sights.
They carried their discreetly wrapped purchases through the
busy lobby. At one time, this had been an open courtyard. Now it was a
six-story atrium with a skylight, where people mingled.
“Want to get a drink after we take these up?” Lee nodded
toward the bar across the way.
Marshall considered the idea for maybe two seconds. “Nah, I’d
rather stay up in the room. “ Lee’s smile at his words warmed him; he knew they’d
have a much better time there than at some bar.
“We can always send for drinks if we want ‘em.” Lee motioned
toward the elevators, and Marshall followed. He juggled their packages to press
the up button. Their room was on the fifth floor, and the balcony overlooked
the Alamo. They tried to request the same room whenever they could.
Once inside their room, Marshall dropped everything on the
bed, made a beeline to the bathroom, and took a refreshing piss. He heard Lee’s
phone through the closed door. Wonder who
that can be? Hope nothing’s wrong.
By the time he’d washed his hands and exited the bathroom,
Lee was already off the phone. Marshall arched questioning eyebrows.
“That was the garage. We can pick up the car in the morning.”
That was good news. Meant they
wouldn’t have to take cabs any more. He liked that idea.
Lee had opened one of their
packages. In his hands, he held a gray pair of boxers. “Strip, boy,” he said
softly.
Marshall started to protest, what about you, but he held his tongue
and did as he was told. Once he removed his clothes, Lee handed him the
underwear and he slipped them on. Not having an ass felt odd at first, but also
strangely liberating.
When he looked up, he saw Lee had
also stripped, and wore only a black pair of boxers. Feeling Marshall’s eyes on
him, he turned in a small circle, affording Marshall a better view. And what a
view it was! Marshall licked his lips, his mouth going suddenly dry.
“Um, wow,” he managed to say as he
swallowed. The desire to lick Lee’s ass was overwhelming, and his cock began to
rise accordingly, filling the front of his boxers rather nicely. Not like he
could hide his condition, so he didn’t bother.
He took a step toward Lee, and then
another, his hands stretching toward that luscious flesh, wanting to touch so
badly he could taste it, but Lee sidestepped him easily. Marshall pushed out
his lip in a pout and Lee caught it, pressing their mouths together in a
slow-burning kiss, a simmering fire that threatened to flame when properly
kindled. Lee’s hands caressed Marshall’s bare ass, his fingers sliding into the
crack, over his hole.
Marshall shuddered with need,
moaning into Lee’s mouth.
He expected Lee to walk him
backward, toward the king-size bed that dominated the room, push him onto it,
and then let the fun begin… But Lee surprised him. He released him instead and
took a step back.
“I’ve changed my mind. We’re going
out.”
Going
out? What! Why?
Lee gently stroked Marshall’s cheek,
as if sensing his dismay. “I want you to simmer until it’s time to boil. And if
you can keep a lid on it, and not give me any trouble…”
Marshall hung on Lee’s every word,
hardly daring to breathe.
“… then I’ll let you eat me out to
your heart’s content.”
“Oh lordy,” Marshall whispered. “Where
do you want to go?”
Ten minutes later, they left the
hotel and strolled the short distance to the Riverwalk. Lee talked about plugging
Marshall, but decided against it and placed a cock ring on him instead.
Marshall could feel it with every step, but he decided that was better than
having his anus stimulated by the plug and no way to relieve the pressure. The
cock ring was insurance against bad behavior on his part, as well… such as
coming without permission.
It was a pleasant walk, and
ordinarily one Marshall thoroughly enjoyed. But he had a bit too much on his
mind to appreciate the beauty of the scenery they passed. Lee walked just
slightly ahead of him. Not because he didn’t wish to be seen with Marshall, far
from it, and Marshall knew better. It was to afford Marshall a mouthwatering view
of his magnificent ass. Just knowing that nothing lay between those splendid
cheeks and the material of his trousers caused Marshall’s cock to throb with
need and desire.
The Riverwalk contained a number of
businesses, and customers roamed from store to store, drinking in the
atmosphere. Umbrella-shaded tables lined the river, where people sat and
laughed, ate and drank, enjoying the view.
Much as Marshall was doing, just in
a different way.
This was a game they liked to play.
This anticipation of pleasure to come, holding desire in check, increasing need
to fever pitch. Which would make everything that came after that much better.
Marshall restrained a moan as he
watched Lee’s long-legged movements, the sexy sway of his hips… seemingly
innocent but filled with so much innuendo if you knew where to look. And
Marshall knew exactly where to look. And he knew exactly what awaited him
between those sweet cheeks.
He was determined to have that, no
matter what.
When Lee stopped walking and
motioned Marshall to an empty table along the river, he gritted his teeth and
sat, offering Lee his best smile. Under guise of showing him something on the
menu, Lee slid his hand along Marshall’s thigh. Marshall bit back a moan.
“Ready to go back to the room?” Lee
whispered.
Marshall nodded his willingness, not
trusting his voice not to betray him.
to be continued
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I love this story. I hope Marshall gets to do like he was wanting.
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