In this week's episode of The Sheriff, the lovemaking continues. These two have come a long way. Don't you think they deserve a happy ending? See what's going on with them, their tale is almost told. Then visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!
Dustin gripped Roy’s cock to use for guidance. He raised his
ass just above it until he could feel the cockhead nestle against his opening,
then slowly and deliberately lowered himself onto all that glorious heat. Roy’s
moan of pleasure was gratifying, but he refused to hurry, trying to prolong
this moment. Once he was fully seated, with Roy completely sheathed within him,
he stilled his movements, enjoying the sensation of being filled with Roy.
“Like that, do you?” Roy gently stroked Dustin’s inner thighs
“I could sit here all day,” Dustin confessed. “You feel so
good.”
“I could too,” Roy admitted. “‘Course we wouldn’t get much work done.”
“I think I could live with that. At least once in a while.”
Dustin leaned down and Roy tilted up and their mouths met in the middle, softly
at first, then with a growing urgency. Dustin ground against Roy’s groin,
producing more groans from Roy.
To his surprise, Roy’s tongue pressed against Dustin’s lips,
demanding entrance. He parted his lips and felt it slip inside. Dustin met it
with his own tongue, exploring, licking, sucking. If he’d ever wondered how Roy
would handle a male lover, he had no doubts about him now. Roy was a natural,
and he showed no hesitation about touching Dustin in any way.
As they kissed, Dustin began to move, impaling himself as
deeply as he could on Roy’s cock. He’d always liked sex before, but with Roy,
this was something different, something better. Was this what people meant when
they said making love was more than just having sex? If so, he wanted to keep
on loving Roy forever.
Wanting to try a slightly different angle, he leaned back,
breaking the kiss as he took Roy’s hands in his own, lacing their fingers. He
could raise and lower himself better this way, using Roy’s grip as leverage. And, if he angled just right, he might just
reach…. Ah, there it was. When Roy touched his prostate, he cried out softly.
The second time, he arched his back and moaned more loudly. At the third time,
he full out screamed. Had anyone ever died from too much of a good thing?
Every nerve ending in Dustin’s ass tingled in the most
pleasurable way. He began to speed up, increasing the friction between them as
he bounced up and down on Roy’s dick. His own cock ached, but that could wait.
Right now, he wanted to simply be fucked by Roy until he couldn’t walk
straight.
“God, Dustin, keep that up and I’m gonna come,” Roy moaned.
“That’s what I was aiming for,” Dustin said, deliberately
moving faster, watching the play of emotions across Roy’s face. He couldn’t believe
he was bringing that out in Roy, and he liked it.
“C’mon, Roy, come for me,
sweetheart. Fill me good.” The term of endearment slipped out naturally. Even
though he wasn’t one for such expressions, with Roy it felt right.
“I aim to,” Roy responded.
Dustin felt Roy tense beneath him, and he knew it was
happening, so he intensified his movements, watching Roy’s mouth fall open in a
silent scream, his eyes glazed over with lust as he arched his back. Dustin
held on tightly. He felt Roy’s cock spasm inside of him, felt a warm wetness
cascading inside of him. He’d hoped to hold out longer, but Roy’s orgasm
triggered his own, and he began to come in long spurts over Roy’s chest.
Oh damn, so good.
Breathing heavily, he tried to hold Roy inside him for as
long as he could, but gravity won out and he felt Roy’s softening cock slip
out.
“C’mere you,” Roy beckoned, pulling him down on top of him.
He kissed him passionately, stroking his back all the while. Dustin felt cum
drip from his ass, and his own spunk decorated both their chests, but he didn’t
care.
“Ready to get some sleep now, tiger?” Roy asked. “And I have
to warn you, you can’t use being fucked by your boss as an excuse not to go to
work.” He chuckled softly, even as Dustin warmed inside.
“If going to work means being with you, then I don’t want to
make any excuses.” He yawned loudly.
“And don’t think you can wear me out so
easily. I have stamina you haven’t even seen yet.”
“I’m sure you do, but right now we should get some sleep.
Busy day tomorrow. Soon as we wash up first.”
Dustin protested that he didn’t want to move, but Roy
insisted, and once they were both clean, they settled beneath the covers once
more, Dustin’s head on Roy’s chest. Roy ruffled his hair softly.
“Love you, Roy,” Dustin murmured sleepily, despite his
protestations to the contrary.
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