In last week's episode of Don't Look Back, Marshall and Lee are in San Antonio on a business/pleasure trip. The business is done, now for some pleasure! Don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!
The walk back to the Crockett seemed impossibly long, but
Marshall curbed his impatience, and refrained from putting his hands all over
Lee, much as he wanted to. In public, anyway. Once they were alone, that wasn’t
all he intended to touch Lee with, and his cock ached at the thought.
“Want to grab a bite to eat?” Lee asked. They stood at the
back of the elevator, which crawled up to the fifth floor, stopping for an
eternity at every floor in between, as people got on and off.
“That’s the plan,” Marshall quipped. He gave Lee a sassy
wink.
“I meant dinner, boy.” Lee chuckled.
“So did I.” Marshall offered a faux innocent look that didn’t
fool Lee for one moment.
Lee’s grin only grew broader. Food could wait, as far as
Marshall was concerned. Oh yes, he intended to dine—on Lee.
They arrived on their floor at last. Lee took Marshall’s
hand in his and they strolled the short distance to their room. Marshall’s
heart pounded in anticipation. His cock was hard and leaking pre-cum. Lee
opened the door and pulled Marshall inside, pushing him up against the back of
the door. Their mouths meshed hungrily together.
Marshall never tired of the taste of Lee, no matter how
often they kissed, which was pretty often. His connection to Lee was everything
to Marshall. Lee was his anchor and his rock, and he couldn’t imagine life
without him. Never again.
He moaned when Lee broke off the kiss.
“Shhh. Get undressed and meet me on the bed,” Lee murmured, “but
leave the underwear.” He disappeared
into the bathroom. Moments later, Marshall heard running water, and he
understood. He quickly yanked off all his clothes, leaving the assless boxers.
And the cock ring, of course, which technically didn’t qualify as clothing.
More of an accessory.
By the time Lee emerged from the bathroom, Marshall was
splayed across the bed, his head on one hand, the other draped along his side.
He looked into Lee’s eyes as he approached, and read the open admiration there,
as well as lust.
“If I’m the main course, you’re dessert,” Lee said, his
voice deep with need, and the promise of what was to come. “How do you want me?”
Now that was a good question. Marshall scrambled onto his
hands and knees and crawled down the bed toward Lee. “Turn around and let me
see what I’m gonna eat,” he directed.
Lee obeyed, turning in a sexy pirouette until his ass faced
Marshall. He glanced over his shoulder, his eyes fixed on Marshall.
God bless whoever designed
these.
Lee was in fantastic shape. His body could put a lot of
younger men to shame. Every time Marshall looked at him, his heart swelled with
pride at the knowledge this sexy man was his.
Rising onto his knees, Marshall nuzzled Lee’s ass. He rubbed
his cheek against Lee’s firm flesh. Lee spread his legs a little more, and
Marshall reached between, cupping his heavy balls, rolling them in his fingers.
This was nice, but this wasn’t what he wanted. For right
now, Marshall was in charge and he knew it, knew how to use it.
He slid his tongue along Lee’s crack, but that was just an
appetizer. “On your hands and knees,” he instructed him, moving aside so Lee
could clamber onto the bed.
Lee’s movements were slow and sexy, and Marshall watched
with open admiration as Lee assumed the requested position, facing the
headboard. He wriggled his ass enticingly. Marshall’s mouth watered in
anticipation at the sight.
He was determined to make this moment last as long as
possible.
Marshall began with the soles of Lee’s feet, pressing soft
kisses on them, then on up his muscled legs. He liked the feel of the hair
against his lips as he kissed his way up to his thighs and licked at the tender
skin there before turning his attention to Lee’s taint. He licked a trail from
his balls to his hole and felt Lee shiver.
Using his fingers, he spread Lee’s cheeks, admiring the pink
pucker inside. This was his goal. This was his prize for good behavior. For this,
Marshall was willing to be a very, very good boy indeed.
He tenderly kissed Lee’s hole and the sensitive skin around
it, before adding his tongue to the mix and licking the same areas.
Feeling adventurous, he raised his hand and slapped Lee’s
cheek, felt it quiver beneath his palm. When he heard Lee moan, he repeated the
action on the other cheek.
“Goddamn, boy,” was Lee’s only comment.
And now for the feast…
Marshall devoured Lee’s hole, alternating between licking
and sucking and fucking with his tongue.
No fingers today, he used his mouth alone to satisfy both their desires.
He felt Lee’s need ramping up, growing stronger, much like his own. With the
cock ring, though, there was nothing he could do about that. At least not now.
He knew Lee was reaching his limit when Lee’s hand snaked beneath
him, reaching for his cock. Marshall forestalled his move by rolling them both
over. He knew damn well Lee was stronger, and could have stopped him easily… if
he’d wanted to.
Marshall twined his fingers in Lee’s offending hand, brought
it to his lips and kissed it sweetly. The sheet beneath them was soaked with
pre-cum.
Marshall raised his eyes to Lee’s lust-laden orbs, so dark
they were almost purple. He didn’t need to ask to know what Lee wanted. He
swallowed him whole, taking Lee’s cock into his mouth up to the root. Lee
arched his back. With his free hand, he grabbed Marshall’s long hair and held
on tight as he thrust upward, fucking Marshall’s mouth.
Marshall sucked as Lee fucked his mouth hard, harder. When
Lee came, he swallowed every last drop and licked him clean, like a cat with
cream.
“Your turn, boy.” Lee smiled.
to be continued
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