Today, the journey of Marshall and Lee comes to an end. But never fear, they'll still be around, we'll just be seeing them from a different perspective. I hope you've enjoyed reading about them, and I look forward to continuing the story in a different direction. And don't forget, after you've read the last chapter of Moving Forward, to go see what the other Briefers are up to. Their links follow my tale. Enjoy!
“Like right now?” Lee asked. He nipped lightly at Marshall’s
bottom lip. Damn, that hurt so good.
“No, not right now. Some other time. Right now I just want
you in me,” Marshall said. “I want you to make me yours forever.” Not like they
hadn’t done that before, many times, but tonight was special. Tonight was the
beginning of the rest of their lives. This time would be different, at least in
Marshall’s mind.
Without asking, Lee removed the bonds that held Marshall’s
feet in place and eased his legs onto the bed.
Marshall was glad he hadn’t had to make the request to be
untied. The position hadn’t been painful, but he could hardly wrap his legs
around Lee if they were tied up, now could he? And if he did that, then Lee
could plunge deeper inside him, as far as he could go.
Lee gently massaged each foot, making sure the circulation
had returned, before he slowly kissed his way down each of Marshall’s legs. He
licked the tip of Marshall’s softening cock. He felt it twitch in response.
Looks like somebody’s
ready for another go.
Lee’s hand slid lower, brushing over Marshall’s hole, teasing
his pucker before he slid the tip of one finger inside.
Marshall didn’t think that was near enough. “More,” he
practically begged. “I can take it. Don’t stop there.”
Lee obliged, pushing his finger all the way in, then adding
a second, quickly followed by a third. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he said.
“Never too much,” Marshall said. “I’m ready. Hell, I’m more than ready for
you.”
Suddenly Lee twisted his fingers, and Marshall gasped in
surprise.
“Oh God,” he moaned.
Lee repeated the action, eliciting another moan. Not
removing his fingers yet, he stretched them out and touched on Marshall’s
prostate. Marshall arched his back and yelped his pleasure, his body sizzling as
every nerve was set on fire. He cock was hardening again. He slid his hand
across the hypersensitive skin and felt it tingle.
Lee pulled his fingers out, but before Marshall had time to
mourn their loss, he’d pushed himself inside in one swift thrust.
Oh yeah. This was what he was talking about. Marshall
gasped, adjusting to Lee’s presence inside of him. Lee fit perfectly, as if
they were built for one another. Marshall had to believe they were.
Lee began to withdraw, slowly and steadily, until he was
almost completely out, then he quickly slammed back in again. Marshall had no
words, betraying his pleasure with every sound he made.
He tilted his hips, wrapping his legs around Lee’s waist and
locking his ankles at the base of Lee’s spine.
“Hold on tight,” Lee murmured, filling Marshall completely
and utterly, until it was impossible to tell where one left off and the other
began.
Marshall thrust his hips in sync with Lee’s movements. His
hand snaked between them and pumped his cock until he came again, spraying them
both with his cum. He felt Lee’s body tighten as he found his release, felt the
tremors as Lee came inside of him, and they rode the waves of their mutual
orgasms before falling back on the bed, spent.
Lee wrapped his arms about Marshall, pulling him close. They
were sweaty and sticky, and smelled like sex, but neither one cared. Marshall’s
ass was sore, but in a pleasurable way.
They lay together without speaking, letting their breathing
even out. Lee propped himself up on one elbow and pushed back a strand of
Marshall’s hair.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” Lee said.
Marshall smiled. “Funny, I was thinking the same thing about
you.”
“Ready to get back to work tomorrow?”
Actually, Marshall was. He liked what he did. It wasn’t just
a job, it was a passion with him. He loved working with Lee, and he wouldn’t
change anything about their lives. Not now, not ever.
“Yeah, I’m ready.”
“Let’s clean up and get some sleep,” Lee suggested. “Tomorrow’s
another day.”
“I’ve heard that before,” Marshall quipped. He held up his left hand, the wedding band
glinting in the light from the bedside table. His heart swelled every time he
looked at it. “Hey, does this mean you have to obey me too, now?”
Lee’s brow arched. “Is that what you think? You know you’re
not too big to spank, right?”
“Promises, promises.” Marshall stuck out his tongue. Lee
caught it handily and tangled his own with it, turning it into a kiss.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure there are spankings in your future.
Now come on, into the shower before we both fall asleep here.”
“Yes, dear.” Marshall rolled over and off the bed, shaking
his ass provocatively. As expected, he received a light slap for his effort.
They laughed all the way into the bathroom.
The end... for now
Now go see what the other Briefers are up to!
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