In last week's episode of Don't Look Back, Marshall and Lee discovered they are in a video on You Tube. At first, Marshall doesn't care, but he can see Lee does, and then he realizes why. Now they go home and celebrate their anniversary in style! Don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to! Their links follow my tale!
Lee gripped one of Marshall’s hands in his, while Marshall
leaned silently against him. Nothing more was said for the duration of the ride
home, but Marshall understood the unspoken message: they were in this together,
and nothing would force them apart. Nothing, and no one.
Once they were home, they shut down the house for the night
and headed for the bedroom. Despite his dismay at the news of their newly
acquired Internet status, Marshall was determined not to let it affect their
evening. This was their anniversary, three years of loving one another, and
nothing could detract from that.
When Lee came out of the bathroom, Marshall was waiting for
him. He pressed against him, his fingers reaching for the buttons on Lee’s
Western-style shirt. Lee covered Marshall’s hand with his own and gave him a
questioning look.
“I believe you made me a promise earlier tonight,” Marshall
murmured. He slid his hand between them, covering the growing bulge in Lee’s
jeans.
“That I did,” Lee concurred, “if you’re sure—”
“What I’m sure of is that I love you, and these past three
years have been wonderful. The best years of our lives are still ahead of us…”
He studied Lee’s face, waiting for his reaction. Lee’s
familiar slow, lazy smile spread across his face, and Marshall’s heart swelled
at the sight. Lee’s smile was so beautiful, it took Marshall’s breath away.
“I love you too,” Lee replied, “and this I promise. I’ll
never stop loving you, and I’ll never stop being here for you, no matter what.”
There was nothing more to be said. They quickly undressed
one another before tumbling onto the bed.
“Back or stomach?” Marshall asked.
“Back. I want to look at you while I make love to you.”
Lee’s words were balm on Marshall’s troubled soul. Nothing
bad could happen to them; their love was too strong to break. This was forever,
and even though Marshall was young, he knew their love was true and right.
He positioned himself as Lee got out the lube and slicked
his erection. Marshall watched, turned on by the way Lee’s hand slid up his
shaft. Someday he’d have to ask Lee to beat off just so he could watch him do
it. Assuming he could resist the urge to touch him while he did.
“Hand me the lube,” he said, and when Lee did, Marshall
greased two fingers and began to work them inside himself. Lee nodded his
approval and watched him hungrily. When Marshall felt sufficiently loosened, he
tossed the lube aside, and spread his legs.
“All yours,” he murmured, as Lee positioned himself between
Marshall’s legs.
Three years of lovemaking, and Marshall still couldn’t get
enough of Lee. As Lee sheathed himself inside Marshall’s heat, he welcomed him
with his entire being, squeezing his muscles with practiced ease, gripping Lee’s
cock. When Lee was fully seated, he stopped. He lifted Marshall’s legs to the
level of his waist, allowing him to delve deeper inside him, and Marshall
locked his ankles together, resting them just above Lee’s ass.
He could stay like this all day and night, if it was
physically possible. Sadly, it wasn’t.
“Goddamn but you’re beautiful,” Lee told him in a reverential
tone which reverberated through Marshall, enveloping his heart.
“And you’re very sexy,” Marshall murmured, “sexiest man I’ve
ever seen…”
Lee began to move, slowly, inside of Marshall, and Marshall
matched his pace with the thrusts of his hips. They had all night, no need for
speed, no urgency other than the dictates of their hearts. Nothing else and no
one else existed for them at this moment. This was their world and theirs
alone.
When Lee pulled out of Marshall, without having come,
Marshall started to protest, but Lee silenced him with a kiss. “Don’t want to
finish yet, I want to taste you, then take you in the shower.”
Marshall couldn’t help but like that idea, with one
modification. “How about we sixty-nine?”
he suggested.
“I like the way you think. Scoot over so I can get on bottom.”
Marshall made room for Lee, then rolled on top of him, his
head between Lee’s legs and his ass and cock within reach of Lee’s mouth. A
shiver of anticipation shook Marshall’s frame. He kissed the tip of Lee’s
weeping cock, tasting his salty precum, before easing his lips around Lee’s
erection. Lee took Marshall’s dick into his mouth, which was warm and moist,
and began sucking on him in return.
Marshall was too wound up to hold out for long, especially
with Lee’s expert tonguing action coaxing his orgasm from him. It seemed like
they’d barely begun when Marshall tightened and released inside Lee’s
mouth. He continued his ministrations on
Lee’s hard-on, and was rewarded with Lee’s load as he came.
Marshall reversed his position and snuggled into Lee’s arms
as they caught their breath, before heading into the shower. There, they cleaned
up together and played with some of their toys beneath the warm water.
Drying off, they returned to the bed and relaxed for a few
minutes before beginning again.
Lee lay on his back, Marshall on his stomach beside him. He touched
Lee’s chest, his fingers lightly brushing over Lee’s nipples, which stood at
attention. Lee made no objection, so Marshall took one dusky nub into his mouth
and sucked at it lightly. Lee’s hand slid down Marshall’s back, caressing his
cheeks before he slid a finger inside of him. Marshall moaned around Lee’s
nipple. Lee continued, adding a second
finger, dexterously reaching for Marshall’s prostate. When he touched it,
Marshall quivered, his entire body alight like a pinball machine.
“Sounds like you’re ready for me,” Lee commented.
“Oh hell yeah. Fuck me again, please. Hard,” Marshall
practically begged.
They changed positions, Lee taking the upper hand once more.
No stretching was needed. Marshall was already relaxed. Lee pulled Marshall’s
legs up to his shoulders and pushed inside him in one stroke.
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