Wednesday Briefs: Moving Forward #73 (17.5)

Good morning and Happy Hump Day! If it's Wednesday, then it must be time for more flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who bring you our finest flash fiction every week, 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts.

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!

Moving Forward #73 (17.5)

“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

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Johayan

Cia Nordwell

Jon Keys

Michael Mandrake

Nephy Hart

Wednesday Briefs: Moving Forward #72 (17.4)

Good morning and Happy Hump Day!  If it's Wednesday, it must be time for some flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who bring you our finest flash fiction every week, 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts.

The wedding night continues for Marshall and Lee as we wind down their story in Moving Forward. But don't worry, a new tale will begin, with familiar characters! Don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Moving Forward #72 (17.4)

Lee repeated the same ministration on Marshall’s other nipple, then sucked at it fiercely. Only the cockring that held him in check kept Marshall from exploding prematurely.

Never pausing for breath, Lee continued to kiss his way down Marshall’s chest and stomach, his fingers caressing and stroking every inch of flesh he could reach.

Marshall wished his hands were free so he could touch Lee. Not being able to was the most exquisite torture. He writhed beneath Lee’s touch, arching into him, waiting for him to reach his cock and touch it. But when he came to Marshall’s groin, Lee passed over his cock as if it wasn’t there. He continued to tongue Marshall’s inner thigh instead.

“Damn, you’re evil,” Marshall moaned.

Lee looked up at him, his eyes so blue they were almost purple, and Marshall got lost in their depths all over again. “Evil?” He arched a brow.

“Yeah. But in a good way,” Marshall amended.

“What makes me evil?”

“The way you aren’t touching me.”

Lee laughed gently. “So, what would you like?”

“Right now? I’d like to be able to touch you,” Marshall quickly responded.

“Your wish is my command,” Lee murmured. He lightly licked the tip of Marshall’s weeping cock, producing another moan.

So. Damn. Good.

Lee slowly crawled his way back up Marshall’s body, deliberately rubbing against Marshall as he did.  Their skin was slick with a mixture of sweat and pre-cum. Lee lightly pinched Marshall’s hyper-sensitive nipple, before he removed the tie which bound Marshall’s hands. He threw the tie aside, then  rubbed the wrists gently. “Does that hurt?”

“Not a bit.” Marshall took advantage of his new freedom to wrap his arms around Lee. He ran his fingers along Lee’s back, stroking the warm flesh. Much better.

“That what you want?” Lee asked.

Marshall nodded. “To start with…”

“What else would you like?”

“You. Inside me.”

“My favorite position,” Lee said just before he claimed Marshall’s lips, silencing further discussion.

Marshall could never get tired of kissing Lee. His lips were firm and yet soft, gentle and passionate. And even after three years, Lee’s every touch still sent shivers up and down Marshall’s spine. He had no doubt he’d love Lee forever.

When they came up for air, Marshall noticed Lee’s lips were kiss-swollen, probably much like his own.

“Mouth or hand?” Lee asked, and Marshall knew exactly what he meant. Was there any real choice to be made? Between Lee jacking him off and Lee sucking him off, lips won every time. He laid one finger against Lee’s lips in response and felt Lee smile.

“Time to remove the toys, I think.”

“I think so too,” Marshall agreed. He took advantage of Lee’s proximity to squeeze each cheek firmly. Then he trailed a single finger along Lee’s cleft, across his hole. Lee sucked in his breath, obviously taken by surprise.

“Oh damn, boy,” he murmured. “You trying to tell me something?”

“That I think you have a very fine ass, yeah. And sometimes I like to be inside of it,” Marshall admitted.

But not right now, now he needed Lee to top, and he needed his cock in the worst possible way.

to be continued

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Carol Pedroso

Johayan

Ravon Silvius

Cia Nordwell

Wednesday Briefs: Moving Forward #71 (17.3)

Good morning and Happy Hump Day!  If it's Wednesday, then it must be time for more flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who bring you our finest flash fiction every week, 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts.

The wedding night continued in this week's episode, as Moving Forward draws to a close. But never fear, even though their story is winding down, you'll still be seeing Marshall and Lee, just from other perspectives! Don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to! Their links follow my tale!  Enjoy!

Moving Forward #71 (17.3)

They emerged from the shower a short time later. Returning to their bedroom, they dried themselves thoroughly before falling together on the bed, lips meshed, bodies taut with desire.

The urgency which had impelled them into the shower had been replaced with a more sensual languor, immediacy exchanged for a sensual subtlety. This night was theirs to enjoy. No need to rush; they could take their time and prolong their pleasure.

“Would you like me to get out some of our toys?” Lee asked.

“That sounds like a great idea,” Marshall agreed, even though it meant Lee leaving the bed. But he knew it wouldn’t be for long, and it wasn’t. He placed a couple of items on the bedside table before he turned to Marshall.

 First, he bound Marshall’s wrists together with one of his ties and placed his hands above his head. Then he secured his feet in a similar fashion, one to each bed post.

“You’re mine,” Lee whispered, “now and for always, and nothing will ever change that.”

       

“Nothing,” Marshall murmured in agreement.     

                                                                                        

Spread-eagle now, completely exposed, Marshall watched Lee with avid interest. Selecting a black ring, he secured it around Marshall’s cock. “Just a little insurance,” he said with a wink and a grin.

Marshall understood, and he didn’t mind. He also didn’t object when Lee lubed up one of their butt plugs and slowly slid it inside of Marshall, taking his time and not pushing the muscles too hard. Marshall felt the pressure in his channel, felt the cool slick that covered the plug, and he wished it was Lee. All in good time, he knew.

“You have your safeword?” Lee asked, and Marshall nodded. Not that he’d ever need to use it, but he certainly remembered what it was. He felt secure with Lee, knew he’d never hurt him.

“You have yours?” Marshall teased.

“Smartass,” Lee replied.

“So your safeword is smartass?” Marshall smirked, just before Lee hushed him with a long, slow kiss, one that seared into his very soul.

By the time Lee released him, he had nothing else to say, his rock hard cock evidence of how much he’d enjoyed the kiss. He was gratified to notice Lee was every bit as hard as he was.

Lee straddled him, sitting so that Marshall’s cock nestled comfortably against his ass, careful not to put his full weight on Marshall. Leaning down, he kissed one shoulder, then slid his tongue over the soft skin of Marshall’s collarbone, sucking at it. Marshall suspected he’d have a heck of a hickey after this, but he didn’t care. He arched up into Lee’s touch, wishing he could do more, but with his hands tied like that, he was unable to.

“Like that, do you?”

“You know I do,” Marshall moaned.

Lee continued to kiss his way across Marshall’s chest, licking and sucking as he went. When he reached one nipple, he took it between his thumb and forefinger and pinched. Marshall gasped, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Lee took the taut nipple into his mouth and lightly tongued it, easing the tightness. Damn, that felt good.

to be continued

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 Jon Keys

Nephy Hart

Ravon Silvius

Cia Nordwell

Carol Pedroso

Happy Birthday Aaron Burr!

Recently, while celebrating my daughter Sarah's graduation from college, we were drinking in a local pub, and the discussion briefly turned to the musical Hamilton, which both Sarah and I are very obsessed with, although for different reasons. My son said to me, "You probably never even heard of Aaron Burr before Hamilton." I had to laugh at that.

That is far from the truth. Actually, I've been a Burrite since even before Lyn-Manuel Miranda was born, some forty-odd years now. I read a novel called Blennerhassett when I was a teenager, and that did it. But my interest was reawakened when, through Sarah, I discovered the musical, which I had previously dismissed as "just hip-hop". Well, that teaches me not to be so quick to judge. Give something a try before you decide whether you like it or not, and don't hate a genre, hate or dislike a song on its own merits.

At any rate. I have begun doing a lot more reading about Burr, Hamilton, and the whole Revolutionary War period. And today is a very special day indeed. Aaron Burr, Jr. was born on February 6, 1756.

Aaron's grandfather on his mother's side was Jonathan Edwards, the fire-and-brimstone preacher most famous for his sermon "Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God", in which he visualizes God dangling people like spiders from his fingers over the fires of hell and damnation. Aaron's father was Aaron Burr, Sr. He was a minister and was also the head of New Jersey College (which became known as Princeton).

In the musical Hamilton, a great deal is made of Hamilton being an orphan, he says he "grew up on the wild" - his father split when he was ten, and his mother died when he was twelve (they were both sick at the time). He moved in with a cousin, and that cousin committed suicide. Pretty tragic, I admit.

But by the time he was two, Aaron had lost both parents and both grandparents, so never really knew them. He was raised by his mother's brother, his uncle Timothy Edwards, who besides Aaron and his sister took care of his own siblings when they were orphaned and another sibling's children. It must have been hard to get individual attention with such a brood to look after!

Aaron was brilliant and precious from a young age. He attended Princeton early and graduated when he was only sixteen. He joined the army and was a decorated soldier. He was part of the arduous trek to take Quebec, and acquitted himself bravely in the battle in which General Montgomery was killed. As LM puts it - "I was a captain under General Montgomery until he caught a bullet in the neck in Quebec".

While a soldier, he met Theodosia Prevost, whose husband was a British officer engaged in fighting against the rebels. They began a relationship, and after her husband was killed, they married, and he became father to her three children. They had one child of their own, a daughter also named Theodosia. Burr's was died of cancer in 1794, and he became a single parent. He raised his daughter to be strong, and he made sure she received the finest education available, which was unusual for women in those days. She was renowned for her beauty and her accomplishments, and played hostess for her father. When he sent her a message that she was to entertain the Mohawk chief, Joseph Brant, she never hesitated, organized a dinner for his reception, and by all accounts it was a great success.

Well, I didn't intend to write Aaron's bio here, just wanted to present facets of his amazing personality for the benefit of those who only see him in terms of the duel. There was much more to the man than that.

There are a number of great books about him, including Fallen Founder by Nancy Isenberg, and Burr, a novel by Gore Vidal, both of which I really enjoyed.

Someday I hope to see Hamilton, both the original cast when they release the DVD, and live, whenever I can get tickets, probably years from now. But until then, I have books about him as well as his journal and memoirs.


Happy Birthday, Aaron, with all my love!

Wednesday Briefs: Moving Forward #70 (17.2)

Good morning and Happy Hump Day! If it's Wednesday, it must be time for more flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who bring you our finest flash fiction every week, 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts.

The honeymoon continues for Marshall and Lee in this week's episode of Moving Forward. Their tale is almost done, but don't think we're done with this world yet, there's more to come, so stay tuned! Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they're up to. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Moving FOrward #70 (17.2)

Technically, nothing had changed, nothing was different between them, and yet there was a subtle difference that Marshall could feel in his heart.  They’d affirmed their love to those people in their lives that they cared about, the ones that mattered. Marshall had always assumed this day could never be, for obvious reasons, and yet here it was. He couldn’t be happier.

“Want to go first and soak up some water before I join you?” Lee asked.

“Yeah, that sounds good.” Marshall quickly stripped and tossed his clothes into the hamper. He gave Lee a quick kiss, one which promised much. Stepping into the shower, he adjusted the water to the temperature they preferred, somewhere between pretty hot and scalding.

He closed his eyes and leaned back into the spray, letting it run over his hair and down his back in warm rivulets. How many times had they made love right here? How many times had he knelt before Lee and sucked him off? Marshall was getting hard just thinking about those times.  He reached for his own cock automatically.

“Thinking of starting this party without me?”

Lee’s voice broke into Marshall’s reverie. “You caught me,” he confessed. “I was thinking about you and I couldn’t help myself.”

“Thinking about me were you?” Lee stepped inside the shower as he spoke, letting the curtain fall back into place behind him. “What were you thinking? Good things, I hope.”

“Very good things,” Marshall admitted. “I was remembering other times with you right here, and thinking about you naked just made me even hornier.”

“Well, then, good thing I’m here to help you out with that.” Lee palmed Marshall’s cock, displacing his hand with his own. He wrapped his fingers about Marshall’s shaft and squeezed. “Is this something you had in mind?”

“To start with.” Marshall leaned in to Lee’s touch, reveling in the sensations which filled him. No matter how many times they made love, he never grew tired of this feeling.

“You have something else in mind?” Lee teased, his lips barely brushing over Marshall’s, like delicate butterfly wings, soft and yet sensuous.

“You know I do, we talked about this, didn’t we?”

“Mmm, maybe we did.” Lee’s mouth claimed Marshall’s, swallowing any further conversation, as his hand pumped him. Marshall slid his wet hands down Lee’s back, stroking and caressing as Lee’s tongue tangled with his in wordless communion. Lee knew how to play him; he was a veritable virtuoso, bringing him so close to his climax that Marshall could feel it coming, then backing him down in a decrescendo.

Lee released him long enough to murmur, “Come for me now and I’ll make sure you come again later, I promise,” before he consumed his lips with his kiss once more.

Marshall couldn’t have stopped his release even if he’d wanted to, which he didn’t, too attuned to Lee’s authority to question what he said.  His body reacted to Lee’s command, his balls drawing tight against his body, even as Lee continued to fist him until his orgasm overtook him. He shuddered in Lee’s masterful grasp, covering Lee’s hand, and spraying his chest.

Momentarily sated, he leaned forward against Lee, catching his breath, before they switched positions, Lee beneath the shower head now.

to be continued

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Nephy Hart

Ravon Silvius

Cia Nordwell