Wednesday Briefs: Don't Look Back #11 (3.1)

 Happy Hump Day, everyone! The work week is half done, and the weekend is almost here! So take a break with the Wednesday Briefers, read some flash fiction and have some fun. 

Last week, we saw Lee come up with an idea for a night out with Marshall, and Roy's coming along too. See what they're up to at Partners. And don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to. Their links follow my tale. Enjoy!

Don't Look Back #11 (3.1)

Despite Lee’s warnings—or perhaps because of them—Marshall spent the entire day breaking in his new boots in preparation for the trip to Partners. As added protection, he placed a band-aid on each heel. Better safe than sorry. They surely were beautiful boots. He admired them in his and Lee’s full-length bedroom mirror, twisting and turning to catch the whole effect. Hand-tooled black leather, they fit perfectly and looked great. So did the black cords he wore, the ones that molded themselves to his ass.  In one ear, a silver hoop glittered.

Roy had met them at the house. They were all going in Lee’s sedan, as having the most comfortable ride. Roy had teased Marshall about his new black Western-style shirt. “Aren’t you fancy?” He ran his fingers along the silver piping that contrasted with the darkness of the shirt. “Are those real pearl?” He indicated the snaps.

“Yep. Got this last time we were in San Antone. Like it?”

“Sure do. You’re lookin’ real fine.” Roy flashed him a grin. “Betcha the guys line up to be your dance partner.”

 “Betcha you’re right,” Marshall agreed.

Lee rolled his eyes. “Don’t encourage the boy, you’ll give him a swell head.” Lee swatted Marshall's ass when he bent to climb in the car, and Marshall warmed to his touch.  After Roy hopped in the back and Lee slid behind the wheel, Marshall added, “You don’t look half bad yourself.” But the open admiration in his eyes was a closer indicator of just how hot he thought Lee really looked.

Partners was pretty well hopping, but then again it was Western night. Wall-to-wall men of all sizes, shapes, and colors made for an interesting landscape. A large number of them were stuffed into the game room, and their triumphant cries and moans of defeat punctuated their activities.

The dance floor was awhirl with bodies in motion, gyrating energetically to the throbbing rhythms that thump-thumped through the mega speakers situated strategically throughout the club. Marshall’s feet were begging to be taken in that direction, but he curbed his enthusiasm and followed behind Lee as he threaded his way through the club in his quest for a table, telling himself it wouldn’t be long now, Roy bringing up the rear.

On Western night, servers wore wrangler jeans, boots, cowboy hats, and leather vests that revealed bare skin beneath, with scintillating glimpses of nipples calculated to make a horny man’s mouth fairly water with desire. These guys gave new meaning to the phrase “ride’em cowboy”.

Marshall almost ran into Lee when he stopped without warning, grabbing his hips, as he felt Roy bump into him from behind. One of the cowboy servers stood before them, a tall slender blond with hair that fell Rapunzel-like down his chest. His cowboy hat was studded with rhinestones and purple feathers.

“Hey sexy, looking for a table?” the server purred. “I think I might be able to squeeze you in.”

Marshall noticed the server’s eyes weren’t exactly looking Lee in the face, and it didn’t take a mind-reader to guess just what he was scoping out in that southerly direction his glance had just taken.

“You do that,” Lee drawled. “I’d be much obliged.”

“Walk this way, sugah.” The blond batted his fake eyelashes, before turning and sashaying away with mincing steps, Lee close behind. Marshall threw one hand backward, into the air, and swung his hips in an exaggerated copy of the server’s gait. Roy guffawed, even as he poked Marshall in the back and told him to behave himself or he’d tell Lee.

True to his word, the server managed to find them a four-top that had a decent view of the dance floor, and wasn’t situated too close to the speakers. There were two seats on either side. Lee chose one side, Roy sat on the other, but when Marshall tried to claim his spot beside Lee, the server blocked his way, leaning in toward Lee in a confidential manner, under the pretense of making himself heard. “What would you like this evening?” he asked, his voice filled with a whole lot of innuendo.

Lee ordered three drafts and three shots. If he was aware of the blatant invitation behind the blond’s words, he gave no indication of it. Once the server had gone to fill their order, a disgruntled Marshall took his seat, scooting his chair a tad closer to Lee’s. Lee arched a brow but said nothing.

Roy was scoping out the dance floor, but he didn’t seem to find what he was looking for. “The evening’s young,” he commented. “Maybe later, when the line dancing begins. That seems to bring the ladies to their feet, especially the unattached ones.” He drummed his fingers on the tabletop, in sync with the music, his big body swaying back and forth.

A shadow fell across the table. Marshall glanced up, prepared to defend his territory against the predatory waiter. But this was a brunet, early thirties, neatly trimmed goatee, tight black T-shirt, and form-fitting leather pants.

“Want to dance?” There was no mistaking this man’s intentions; his focus was clearly on Marshall. Not uncommon when they came to Partners. Marshall drew his fair share of attention, even though he did nothing—at least in his eyes—to warrant it.

He and Lee had an agreement—Marshall was free to dance with anyone, provided he received permission. And with the strict understanding nothing else would occur, there or anywhere else. Not that Marshall wanted anything or anyone else, but those were the rules, and he followed them. It wasn’t that Lee couldn’t keep up with Marshall. It was more a matter of giving Marshall his own space, Lee called it. A question of trust.

Marshall automatically glanced at Lee.

“With your father’s permission, of course,” the man added.

Marshall snickered, just before Lee pulled him close and laid a liplock on him that took his breath away.

to be continued

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Cia Nordwell

J Ray Lamb

Saturday is Horror Day #220 - The Whip and the Body

 The Whip and the Body

Nobleman Kurt Menliff (Christopher Lee) returns to his family castle to congratulate his brother Christian (Tony Kendall) on his marriage to Kurt's former lover Nevenka (Daliah Lavi). His return is not exactly greeted with open arms by his father the Count (Gustavo De Nardo), Nevenka, the servant Giorgia (Harriet Medin) who blames him for the death of her daughter  or even his cousin Katie (Ida Galli). Tension reigns in the household.

Kurt proves to be a rather sadistic fellow who seems to enjoy torturing the people around him. At one 

point, Nevenka over hears her husband and his cousin discussing their love for one another. Horrified, she escapes the castle for some private time by the sea, riding her horse. As she sits on the shore, contemplating her life choices, Kurt finds her, he takes her whip from her and strikes her with it - as though they have played this particular game before. She reacts favorably to his actions and they make love on the beach. 

Later, when Nevenka is miss, and everyone is searching for her, Kurt is stabbed and killed by the same knife that killed Giorgia's daughter. Tension grows as the household suspects one another of being Kurt's killer, while Nevenka is haunted by the ghost of Kurt. When the Count is also found dead, also by the dagger, there can be no doubt of a killer in their midst. But is Kurt actually dead is the question.

I ran across this Italian film on Shudder. I'd never heard of it, but knowing Christopher Lee was in it was good enough for me. It was in Italian, with English subtitles. I could never tell if That was Christopher Lee's voice or not since he didn't have the usual depth of voice one associates with the actor. On the other hand, he was of Italian heritage, so it's not impossible.

This is a bit of a departure for Lee, being a Gothic type horror film without a vampire in sight. Seeing him kiss a woman without biting her neck is also different. But all kidding aside, this is like a soap opera horror story set in an isolated Italian castle by the sea. The plot was sometimes difficult to fathom but once I sorted it out in my head, it wasn't too hard to follow. It does have atmosphere, and appropriately angsty music, but it was made in 1963, so the pacing feels a little dated.

I wish the filmmaker had given us better insight as to the nature of the relationship between Kurt and the others, or why he was gone to begin with. So much bad blood, and probably not all justified. It was interesting to watch Lee, in particular, but I don't think I would watch this again. That being said, I'll give this film 2.5 Stars.

 

Wednesday Briefs: Don't Look Back #9(1.8)

 But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? Why, it's the Wednesday Briefers, come to share more flash fiction with y'all! Therefore, it must be Wednesday! Welcome back for more flash fiction fun. Hope everyone is having a great week, now that Hump Day has arrived!

The fun continues with Marshall and Lee, as they move the action to a different venue, one that's a little wetter. Hope you're enjoying this series! Don't forget to visit the other Briefers Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Don't Look Back #9 (1.8)

Lee’s simple statement of intent derailed Marshall’s entire thought process. In the back of his mind, he remembered the bet. But the prospect of being fucked was a temptation calculated to distract.

Washing dishes wasn’t so bad, was it? Surely worth the price of paradise.

Damn, Lee knew him only too well.

Marshall felt his resolve crumbling. “After I suck you off?” he suggested, although he damn well knew the answer to that particular brand of idiocy.

Lee snorted. “I didn’t fall off the turnip truck yesterday, boy. You do that and we’re done, and you know it. I was just thinking. Why don’t we take this outside? To the shower?”

And that was the final nail in Marshall’s coffin.

It wasn’t like they didn’t have indoor plumbing. Of course they did. They might live in the boonies, but there was still a certain level of civilization to be found there, even in Burnham. The outdoor shower was a feature Lee had added himself, for days when they came back from hunting or camping or other outdoor activities, too filthy to even think about stepping foot inside. It was handy, it was damn practical... and it was a good way to fuck in the outdoors to their hearts’ content, while also coming clean.

While he was debating, Lee reached down and pulled Marshall into his lap. Their cocks rubbed together slickly, Lee’s wet with Marshall’s saliva and pre-cum. Lee snaked his hand beneath Marshall, thumbing across his quivering hole.

“Now, which would you rather do? Stay here and suck me off... or go out there and get your ass pounded?”

Was that even a question? Lee obviously realized that as well as Marshall did.

“Take out the towels and I’ll meet you there.” Before releasing Marshall, Lee slid the tip of his thumb inside him, and Marshall whimpered needily.

Lee smiled. “You’ll get a whole lot more than that,” he promised, withdrawing the digit, to Marshall’s dismay. Lee swatted his ass; Marshall savored the burn.

“Now git.”

Marshall scrambled up off Lee’s lap, loping all the way to the linen closet. He grabbed two fluffy towels. Everything else they’d need was already there. Lee was gone by the time he raced back through the family room, headed toward the kitchen and the back door.

Marshall’s bare feet slapped against the wood of the back stairs as he took them two at a time. Lee had already started the water and was standing inside the wooden enclosure. The shower wasn’t totally enclosed, the walls only reaching to about shoulder height, affording them a view of their land.  Marshall also had a great view of Lee.

Water cascaded down Lee’s fit body, flattening his dark hair against his skull. Marshall set the towels on the outside rack, where they wouldn’t get wet, and let himself inside the shower. There he got the complete picture, which never failed to turn him on. 

Lee’s head was thrown back, his eyes closed, one hand on his chest, tweaking a nipple, the other stroking his hard cock.

What a total turn-on.

“Come on in, the water’s fine.” Lee beckoned, crooking a finger at Marshall. Marshall didn’t hesitate. He moved into the warm spray, stepping close to Lee. Lee opened his eyes, and pulled Marshall closer, so close their cocks attempted to engage, even as he claimed Marshall’s mouth. Their teeth clicked together, before lips parted and tongues collided.

Lee’s hand slid between them. He palmed Marshall’s cock and tugged at it hard. “Turn around and spread your legs,” he commanded, and Marshall complied.

Lee slid his fingers between Marshall’s cheeks, lightly teasing his hole. Marshall knew exactly what he was doing—gauging how much lube, if any, was needed before he entered Marshall.

“I’m ready now,” Marshall insisted, but Lee kept probing anyway.

“I’ll be the judge of that.” He slid one whole finger inside of Marshall, setting off pleasurable sensations in his nerve endings. When Lee seemed satisfied, he pulled the finger out. “Assume the position.”

Marshall was more than happy to comply. He placed his hands on top of the wall, leaning toward it, presenting his ass to Lee. He had a wonderful view of their backyard and the land beyond, including the birds that came to bathe in the bird bath or peck at one of several feeders.

“Guess you’re ready, aren’t you?” Lee’s lust-laden voice reverberated against Marshall’s ear as he stepped up behind him, pressed against him tightly, his erection digging into his ass. Marshall knew that wouldn’t last long; he savored it while he could.

“Yes, Sir,” Marshall throatily replied. “Ready for you, Sir.” He felt Lee widen his stance just a little bit more, and he relaxed into his touch, his body fairly thrumming with anticipation.

Lee entered him in one swift thrust.

Marshall tightened his grip on the wall, catching his breath at the sudden intrusion. He loved it rough, but it took a little adjustment when his body considered Lee’s entrance an invasion. Marshall adjusted to the fullness that Lee’s length brought as his breathing evened out.

He leaned back into Lee as a sign that he was good with it and ready to go on. Lee pulled almost completely out and slammed inside again.

Goddamn, goddamn... so fucking good.

When Lee said pound, he wasn’t kidding. Swift and hard. Gloriously hard. This was lovemaking at its most primitive, elemental level. This was lust mixed with want mixed with need. Marshall needed Lee as he needed the air he breathed, the food he ate. He knew Lee felt the same way. Other people might not understand, but they did.

Again and again. Harder, stronger. Lee reached around and grasped Marshall’s cock, pumping it. Marshall felt his explosion was imminent. He pushed back against Lee’s thrusts, his insides coiling like writhing snakes. He turned his head to meet Lee’s, their lips crashing together as he let go, feeling Lee release inside him.

to be continued

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Wednesday Briefs: Don't Look Back #8(1.7)

 Hello, hello, happy Wednesday and Happy Hump Day! If it's Wednesday, it must be time for some flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers? Yes?  Yes! So let's get out party on and get down to business!

As you may have noticed, my current flash has a lot of sex in it, and yes, that's deliberate, so I hope you're enjoying it! In fact, when I finish the story, I plan to add a cover and put it out as a free read. This week, Marshall enjoys the taste of Lee up close and personal, in Don't Look Back. Don't forget to see what the rest of the Briefers are up to. Their links follow my tale. Enjoy!

Warning, this story contains mature themes, for mature audiences only.

Don't Look Back #8(1.7)

Marshall found himself transfixed by the sight before him—Lee’s perfect pucker. Generally it was Lee who feasted on Marshall’s hole, but when Lee was in the mood, he allowed Marshall the privilege of tasting him there.

“Come on, buttercup, I don’t have all night.”

Marshall knew Lee was only teasing. He glanced up to see that slow, lazy smile that went straight to his heart, and he had to grin himself. “Don’t think you can last that long, old-timer?” he taunted him.

Lee snorted. “I’m no punk kid, like certain people I could name. I last as long as I choose to last, and not a moment longer. You’d do well to remember that.”

“Yes, Sir,” Marshall murmured softly. He dipped his head and buried his nose in Lee’s dark pubic hair for just a moment, inhaling his familiar scent. He could get off on that enticing smell alone. They’d made a bet once having to do with push-ups.  Seeing who could do the most. The loser had to shave off all his pubic hair.

Marshall never realized how much his crotch could itch until his hair began to grow back. Damn, that man had stamina for days.

He dragged his tongue softly across Lee’s taint until he reached his goal. Then he circled the hole lightly, teasingly. He felt Lee’s body relax into his touch, knew he enjoyed Marshall’s ministrations.

“Fingers too?” Marshall questioned.

“Mmmhmmm,” Lee murmured his assent.

Marshall was free to use tongue and fingers, with Lee’s permission, but he dreamed of more. One day he hoped to slide between Lee’s thighs, bury himself to the hilt inside of Lee, and pleasure him in the same way Lee pleasured him. Completely, thoroughly, without reservation. So far, that had never come to pass. But whenever he asked Lee about it, Lee never said no, either. So Marshall held out hope he’d be able to fuck him some day.

Marshall took advantage of nature’s lube, wetting his fingers in Lee’s pre-cum. He slid two slicked digits inside Lee’s tight channel, twisting them slightly, the way he knew Lee liked. Lee’s answering moan was confirmation he’d made the right move.

“Oh yeah, just like that.”

Marshall twisted his fingers again. He reached for Lee’s prostate and pegged it with practiced ease. Lee’s answering moan was confirmation he’d hit the nail square on the head.

Lee’s muscles gripped Marshall’s fingers tightly. They had an assortment of toys they liked to play with, but most of the toys were used on Marshall, although Lee was known to indulge at times. While ordering online was both easy and discreet, there was something to be said for seeing what you were buying up close and personal. In a city the size of San Antonio, they could do just that, while retaining their anonymity. Added an element of fun into going to the big city.

Marshall kept stroking that small bundle of nerves, rewarded for his efforts by the increasing seepage of Lee’s cock. He ran his tongue over the head, lapping up the salty fluid, drawing it into his mouth and swallowing it. There’d be more of that later; he had a different goal for now.

 He eased his fingers from Lee’s warmth and replaced them with his tongue, flicking it in and out of Lee’s hole rapidly. Now Lee fairly vibrated with pleasure. He wound his fingers in Marshall’s hair, secure but not too tight, allowing him the freedom of his head.

When Marshall figured Lee’d had about all of that he could take, he pulled his tongue out from Lee and blew a teasing breath across his opening, eliciting a shudder.  He raised his eyes to meet Lee’s, an unspoken question hanging between them. Marshall knew how to play the game, and he relished the rules they lived by, part of the tight bond that bound them to one another.

“Suck me, boy,” Lee commanded, and Marshall happily obeyed.

Marshall wrapped one hand around Lee’s balls, while the other drew Lee’s cock into his waiting mouth. He took it all in one fell swoop, savoring the familiar taste. He didn’t suck immediately, but simply held it there. Then he pulled back, as his tongue danced about the thick shaft, exploring the slit, while he continued to roll Lee’s balls.

Lee arched his hips, thrusting his cock farther into Marshall’s mouth. Marshall felt the head touch the back of his throat, a move that would have gagged him at one time. But he was no longer the novice he’d once been, and he’d been working hard on honing his deep-throating skills.

Lee seemed pleased with the results. Of course, Lee was pretty damn impressive, himself, and he was a wonderful teacher. Of many things.

Marshall pulled off Lee’s cock with a wet pop and took a deep breath.

“Bet I can make you come in less than five minutes,” Marshall challenged.

“Boy, you’re on. Loser does dishes for a week. Without using the dishwasher.”

“I’ll buy you some nice gloves,” Marshall taunted gleefully.

He ringed his fingers about the base of Lee’s shaft and began to pump it in short hard strokes before taking the end back into his mouth, grazing his teeth across the sensitive head.  He was familiar with most of Lee’s triggers, but he also knew the old man could be stubborn when he chose to be. A trait they both shared.

He took Lee’s cock a little farther, continuing to vigorously pump the base. As added incentive to orgasm, he began to hum, knowing the vibrations would only add to the need to release.

Lee tightened his grip in Marshall’s hair, but he never complained. All’s fair in love and war... particularly love.

Marshall felt victory coming his way—he knew the signs all too well to mistake them for anything else. Lee’s body tightened, his breathing raspier, his pre-cum flowing freely...

When suddenly Marshall heard, “Wanna fuck you, boy...”

Damn, Lee didn’t play fair.

to be continued

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Cia Nordwell

J Ray Lamb

Saturday is Horror Day #219 - The Prowler(1981)

 The Prowler(1981)

At the end of World War II, many soldiers came home to find the women they loved had sent them Dear John letters, ending their relationship. In the town of Avalon Bay, after the war was over, a young couple are brutally murdered by a man with a pitchfork, and their murders go unsolved.

Thirty-five years, the teens in Avalon Bay are holding their annual graduation dance. But the joyful event is married when a prowler is reported to be in the community. They are told to stay at the school and not to leave until the man is caught. But a killer is on the loose in Avalon Bay and he wears the fatigues of a US World War II soldier....

This film is definitely a product of the 80s, as evidenced by the writing, the acting, and the production values. It has a couple of names I recognized, such as Farley Granger and Lawrence Tierney, but most of the cast is unknown to me. I like Farley Granger in Rope, an Alfred Hitchcock film based on the story of Leopold and Lobe, but I fear he is wasted here.

I confess to being confused by the motivation of the soldier/killer here. If he was jilted 35 years ago, why come at these teens so long after the fact? Did he keep his original pitchfork or what? I will admit that some of the scares are effective and I did jump a time or two. But the film is uneven, and those moments did not sustain my interest. Luckily, it's only about an hour and a half long. I'll give this film 2 Tars.