Wednesday Briefs: Don't Look Back #19 (4.4)

 Happy Wednesday to everyone, and welcome to another edition of the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who like to play with flash fiction. Every week we post a flash between 500 and 1000 words, inspired by at least one of that week's prompts.

Don't Look Back continues this week with Marshall and Lee taking a day for some fishing, and fun in the sun. This story has mature themes, and it's not for everyone. Don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to. Their links follow my tale. Enjoy!

Don't Look Back #19 (4.4)

Lee’s lips were soft, his breath warm, and his fingers were doing the most amazing things to Marshall’s flesh.  Marshall ate up the attention. Not that he didn’t have Lee’s attention on a regular basis, but today was special, and he felt like a kid on Christmas morning, waiting to see what Santa had brought. Except in this case Santa had brought Lee, and Lee brought joy to Marshall’s world.

When Lee backed off and rose, Marshall moaned at the loss.

“Just for a second,” Lee assured him. “Be right back.”

Marshall’s eyes fastened on Lee’s hot ass as he knelt beside the cooler and rummaged through their bag. He licked his lips appreciatively at the sight. When Lee returned, he held the honey bear in one hand, the lube in the other. Now Marshall was even more confused as to Lee’s intentions.

“You hungry?” he ventured a guess.

Lee gave him a knowing smile. “Always hungry for you, aren’t I?”

Marshall had to grin at that.  Familiar warmth stole through his body at Lee’s words. “Yeah, but that doesn’t explain… Oooh….” 

Lee tossed the lube onto the blanket. He opened the bear and removed the seal that proved it was virgin and untouched by anyone else. Upending it, he began to slowly drizzle honey over Marshall’s nipples, first one and then the other. Marshall watched the process with fascination. What in the world was Lee up to?

When Lee touched the tip of his tongue to one nipple, Marshall began to understand. Even more so, as Lee licked around the pink nub before taking it fully into his mouth and sucking. Marshall moaned in appreciation. Lee repeated the procedure on the second nipple. By the time he was done, they were rosy and stiff peaks, and ached pleasurably.

Lee leaned back and squatted on his haunches. His eyes hungrily grazed over Marshall, who writhed impatiently. Marshall knew better than to whimper. He bit his tongue as he waited for Lee to make his next move. He didn’t have long to wait.

Lee moved farther south, and turned the bear upside down again, holding it over Marshall’s hard, weeping cock. The viscous substance oozed out, hitting the cockhead, sliding slowly down the side.  Lee used his fingers to help coat Marshall’s erection with the sweet stuff, before he bent over it and took it into his mouth in its entirety.

Lee’s mouth was warm and wet around Marshall’s cock, and his tongue was doing things that in certain societies might be considered criminal. Marshall arched his back, digging his fingers into the blanket beneath him. A gentle breeze stirred the air, and purple blossoms descended upon them in a colorful shower.

Lee took Marshall’s hairless balls in one hand, rolling them between his fingers. He’d given them a quick going over in the bathroom last night, just in case. Not that they were all that hairy to begin with. Lee had a lot more hair down there than Marshall did.

“Finger,” Marshall moaned needily. “Please,” he added as an afterthought, although today he knew it wasn’t mandatory. Still, couldn’t hurt.

Lee knew what Marshall wanted—Lee always understood Marshall’s needs. Marshall watched as Lee moved his hand from Marshall’s balls, picked up the lube and one-handedly pushed open the cap. He spilled a small amount of the lube onto Marshall’s stomach; it was cool to the touch, not unpleasantly so. Setting the tube aside, Lee dipped his fingers into the substance, slicking them. “Spread’em, sweet cheeks,” he directed, and Marshall happily obeyed.

Marshall pulled his legs back and held them against his chest, knowing this would give Lee greater access.

“How many?” Lee wanted to know, licking the top of Marshall’s cock.

“Three.”

“Let’s work up to that, why don’t we? Start with two?”

Marshall nodded his assent. Lee slid two fingers slowly inside Marshall’s channel, even as he devoured his cock once more. Oh God, that felt good. He clenched his muscles about Lee’s fingers, hoping to keep them there forever. He knew what was coming, and he braced for it.

Sure enough, Lee reached Marshall’s prostate and pushed against the bundle of nerves. Marshall yelped; Lee did it again.

“More!” he gasped, and felt Lee add the third finger he’d promised.

Marshall felt full, but in a good way. There was only one thing better than having Lee fingerfuck him, and that was being filled by Lee himself.  He closed his eyes and gave in to the sensations that bombarded him, to the glory of the moment.

Cool air hit his cock as Lee pulled off again, and removed his fingers gently from Marshall’s ass. “I think you’re ready. Roll on your side.”

Marshall wasted no time in doing as directed.  Lee lifted one leg and raised it to his shoulder before he pushed inside Marshall with one thrust.

“Go ahead and touch,” Lee gave his permission. Marshall quickly wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped, even as Lee began to thrust in and out in a quick rhythm.

Marshall’s control began to slip. He was about to come, and he knew it. That familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach that began to grow, radiating outward, rapidly. The feeling sparked and caught fire as his cock began to spasm and Lee thrust harder. Marshall kept pumping his cock, ejaculating in quick spurts that coated his hand and chest.

A few hard thrusts later, he felt Lee’s release fill him warmly, heard Lee moan his name aloud as he came, before he collapsed onto the blanket, pulling Marshall close.

Damn, that was good.  If the fishing was even half as good, it would be a perfect day.  Drained, he was tempted to close his eyes for a moment. It was a struggle not to give in. But in the end, he gave up and fell asleep against Lee, inhaling his familiar scent.

to be continued

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Cia Nordwell

J Ray Lamb

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

Wednesday Briefs: Don't Look Back #2 (1.1)

  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.

Last week, I started a new story. It's about Marshall and Lee, who have an unusual relationship. I hope you're enjoying it. I plan to run it for a very long time. At the end of last week's chapter, Lee was just taking off his belt. Hmmm, wonder what's coming? Or should that be who?  lol  Don't forget to visit the other Briefers. Their links follow my tale!  Enjoy!

Don't Look Back #2 (1.1) by Julie Lynn Hayes

Discipline and the feel of a leather belt were bound up in some of Marshall’s earliest memories. His father hadn’t spared the use of the belt with his son, and Marshall could not argue there were times when he flat out deserved it. He was mouthy and bold, and often spoke first, without thinking through what the consequences of his words might be.

He quickly learned that wasn’t necessarily the way to go.

First his dad would warn. But only once. If Marshall didn’t heed that initial warning, he wouldn’t receive any other. The next response would be the summons. That could be verbal, as in his dad calling his name. Or a simple physical touch. Being picked up by the scruff of the neck and laid into position, his pants pulled down and justice meted out.

Sometimes it was the hand alone, stinging Marshall’s flesh, inducing a sweet, hot burn that seared inside and out. A flame he quickly learned to relish as proof of his father’s love. Other times it was his leather belt.  He’d never cried over his spankings, always took them like a man. And his father had treated him like a man. The lesson Marshall came away with was if he broke the rules, he paid the price, and he accepted it.

He always knew his father loved him, even after he spanked him. Afterward, as the flames licked through his flesh—whether administered by hand or by belt—his father would soothe the burning with sweet balm and sweeter words. He never doubted his dad loved him, and he certainly loved his dad. His dad was always there for him, something that couldn’t be said for Marshall’s mother.

Lee flexed his belt and snapped it taut, the sound ringing out as sharply as the crack of a whip. Marshall’s cock was weeping copious amounts of pre-come. He’d have to run a load of laundry before bed, no doubt about it. It was worth it.

“You will use that mouth, boy, never doubt that. You don’t doubt that, do you?”

“No, Sir. I don’t doubt that at all.” He was counting on it, actually. He loved the taste of Lee’s meaty cock, loved the texture of it. Lee seldom came in Marshall’s mouth, but on those rare occasions he did, Marshall was in heaven.

When he was little, his mother made a habit of running off and leaving Marshall and his father for extended periods of time. Even when she was there, she wasn’t there. Marshall didn’t miss her, didn’t need her. He had his father, and he was loved.  She was a virtual stranger on the periphery of his existence. He barely knew who she was—the concept of mother was an alien one to him. Father he understood very well.

His father quit his job and started his own business instead, out of his home, so he could be with Marshall. He took care of the house as well as his son, saw to his every need, cooked and cleaned and made sure he got to school on time. When Marshall didn’t thrive in the public school system, his father removed him and homeschooled him instead. And Marshall felt very loved.

Every night they had a ritual. After dinner, once the dishes were done and put away, and the kitchen was clean, they would read together. His dad had taught Marshall to read by the time he was three. He loved those times, sitting on his dad’s lap, either listening to his deep, rich voice read his favorite stories, or reading the words aloud to his father himself.

After the story, they took their shower together in his father’s own bathroom, dried off, and then they went to bed. But not before giving thanks for what they had. The blessings in their lives. Marshall always considered his biggest blessing to be his dad. And then they’d stretch out in his dad’s big bed, both of them warm and bare from the shower, and his dad would lie behind him and put his arm around him, holding him against him.

Marshall felt security, he felt love, and the strength of his father’s body so close to his was ingrained into his love for him. There would never be anyone like his father in Marshall’s life.

“I’ll show you how these knees can take it, boy,” Lee drawled, “and then you can just work the grass stains out of my pants. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir. Understood, Sir.” Wouldn’t be the first time. Or the last.

Marshall knew Lee had no trouble with kneeling on the rough ground. Lee was in prime condition, and there were times when he could put Marshall to shame. Marshall just liked giving him a hard time. Yeah, he was still that mouthy little kid at heart.

Grass stains were a small price to pay for what he was about to receive. Thank God for the wide open spaces of Texas, and their private playground, far away from their nearest neighbor.

Lee dropped to the ground, onto his knees, the belt gripped in one strong hand.  “Strip,” he commanded tersely. “All the way.”

Just what Marshall wanted to hear.  The spanking he was about to receive would definitely be followed by a fucking. Thank you God, yes, yes, yes...

He wasted no time in divesting himself of his boots, followed by his jeans. He wore nothing beneath. Going commando was his religion. It gave easier and quicker access for Lee, who did not like to be kept waiting. Neither did Marshall.

“Assume the position.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Marshall laid himself across Lee’s legs, the denim rough against his bare skin.  He turned his head to avoid getting another mouthful of flowers.

“Spread ‘em.”

Marshall obliged, widening the space between his legs, feeling the warm breeze caress his pucker. Lee’s hand stroked gently across one cheek, but Marshall knew better.

This was just the tip of the iceberg.

to be continued

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Cia Nordwell

J Ray Lamb

Wednesday Briefs: Don't Look Back #1 (1.0)

 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.

I am going back to an older story and reposting that, so I can focus on Dracula more closely. It's time to revisit Marshall and Lee!  Enjoy!  Don't forget to visit the other Briefers! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Don't Look Back #1(1.0)

“Stop running and face me, boy.”

The words sent chills skittering along Marshall’s spine. He was torn between the desire to obey and the need to provoke punishment. Giving in and turning was his first instinct, but the idea of being stretched out across the other man’s lap, his ass exposed, bared to receive those glorious swipes of his firm hand was too strong to ignore.

On the other hand, he sure as hell wasn’t going to make it easy on him, either.

Marshall stood at the edge of the trees. Lee was maybe a hundred yards or so behind him. He knew without looking that Lee’s eyes held that intense look he got when he was on the hunt. The dark blue became almost purple. God, his eyes were sexy. Marshall’s own eyes were emerald green and slightly tilted, a genetic throwback to some long dead ancestor. As was his long lush auburn hair that fell straight down his back. He could have tied it so it wouldn’t fly into his face as he ran, but he liked the feel of it on his bare back.

Ahead of him lay an open field, and just across that lay more trees. The trick was to get across the empty space. With no cover, he’d be a sitting duck.

Then again, he intended to be caught, didn’t he? Wasn’t that the whole point of this chase? That and keeping fit.

There was no actual decision to be made. Marshall made no response to Lee’s demand. He grinned to himself, his heart beating faster, his blood pressure rising—that wasn’t the only thing rising. His cock was pressing against the material of his jeans. Oh shit, horniness was rearing its ugly head, demanding satisfaction.

Maybe this would be a short chase, after all. If Lee questioned why the surrender, Marshall would just tell him it was in deference to the twenty some odd years Lee had on him. Didn’t want to hurt the old-timer.

And wouldn’t that just provoke a delicious spanking? Not to mention the fucking that would follow.

Shit, his erection hurt now, just thinking about Lee’s big thick cock inside of him. Decision made.

He darted out from the cover of the trees. Summer was in full bloom, and wildflowers bobbed and weaved their yellow, white, and purple heads, dancing in the heated breeze that blew from the south. Marshall didn’t mind the heat. He welcomed it. It was the cold he wasn’t partial to, and why he felt the need to get the fuck out of Fargo.

Texas. Now there was warmth and sunshine to spare. And wide open spaces. Plenty of room for the two of them. And no one to tell them what they could or couldn’t do.

He could hear Lee’s approach, and he knew that was no accident. Had this been an actual hunt, he would never have heard him coming. Stealth was that man’s middle name. Fucking hot he was too. Marshall had never had another lover. Never wanted one. Lee was all he wanted and all he needed. When you had the best, why look for anything else?

Marshall slowed his own pace. He’d had a good run, but it was time to give in now. Pride only carried you so far, and right now it was losing to desire and need... both of which said fall the fuck down and get ready for punishment... and reward.

A strategically timed tuck and roll brought him to his knees. He automatically assumed the position. Head down, hands behind him, palms up, against the base of his spine, just in the hollow above his ass. He wasn’t even winded and he took pride in the fact. He was in great shape, and he knew Lee loved his body and the pleasure that it gave. At the age of twenty, Marshall wasn’t ripped, not by any means. But he was built, he was strong, without an ounce of fat on his lean frame. And he was limber as hell.

His entire body tingled in anticipation of Lee’s arrival.

“I should take you right here and now.” The familiar drawl came from behind him. He loved the way Lee could elongate any word, giving it a sensual twist that went straight to his cock.

“What’s the matter? Afraid of getting dirty?” He almost dared a glance, to see the reaction his words engendered, but thought better of it at the last minute.  “Can’t your knees take it, old man?”

That did it. He felt Lee’s boot against the small of his back, and then he was face down in the grass, getting an up close and personal taste of the wildflowers. He didn’t dare take the offending blossoms from his mouth, so he grinned and bore it. The serrated leaves bit into his cheek, drawing blood.

If Lee pressed hard enough, he could easily snap Marshall’s spine. But he wouldn’t. That wasn’t what this was about. Discipline, yes. Setting limits, yes. Killing... no.

“You have a mouth on you, boy.”

Marshall made no reply, due to the greenery in his mouth. And because he’d not received permission to do so.

“Roll over and look at me,” Lee directed. The pressure lessened and Marshall breathed more easily, then did as he was told, spitting out what was in his mouth. The bulge in his jeans was damn painful now, and more than obvious. He could see flames of desire burning in Lee’s eyes that raked him over from head to toe. “I said you have a mouth on you, boy. What do you say to that?”

“Yes, Sir, I do, Sir.”

“Might have to put that to good use.”

Marshall’s pulse quickened. He knew it wouldn’t be as easy as that. First the discipline, then the reward. He relished them both.

Lee unfastened the large silver buckle that gleamed on his leather belt. Marshall was more than passing familiar with the feel of it against his flesh.

to be continued

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Cia Nordwell

J Ray Lamb

Wednesday Briefs: Super Trooper #4 (1.4)

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.

Evan heads to Partners to see if he can release some... steam.... and runs into new friends Roy and Dustin, who introduce him to their friends, Marshall and Lee (yep, the very same!). See what's going on in this week's chapter of Super Trooper. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Super Trooper #4 (1.4)

Although Partners was known to be a gay bar, and was very popular with gay men for miles around, its clientele were not restricted to them by any means. It wasn’t unusual to find couples and/or singles of all orientations there. The bar was a haven of open-mindedness and liberality in an area that wasn’t always known for either. Which didn’t mean it didn’t draw its fair share of jerks, but the owners of Partners knew how to deal with them before things got too out of hand, employing bouncers who weren’t afraid to get their message across to any troublemakers. Texas was an open-carry state, but any individual wishing to do so had to also have a license, as did those who wanted to conceal-carry. On the whole, guns were a common sight. Evan wore his, even off-duty, but he preferred to conceal it. He didn’t want any trouble when he went out, but he wasn’t one to shy away from it either.

Nodding to one of the bouncers he passed, Evan scanned the room twice before spotting Roy heading in the direction of the bar. He quickly caught up with him there. Roy Landry was almost as tall as Evan, but stockier, a veritable grizzly bear of a man that no one in their right mind would fuck with or think of disobeying. Anyone who knew him realized he was a generous man who would give you the shirt off his back without hesitation. He looked up at Evan’s approach and flashed him a warm smile.

“Hey Evan, good to see you.” He glanced around, as if checking out whether the trooper was alone or not. “I was just about to grab some beers. What can I get for you?”

“Whatever you’re having’s fine,” Evan said. “I’ll catch the next round.”

“Sounds good.” Roy gave the bartender the order. He brought out three long necks. Roy handed one to Evan and grabbed the other two. “C’mon, we’re sitting right over there.” He nodded toward a table about halfway across the room. Evan saw Roy’s significant other sitting there, along with two men he didn’t recognize.

Evan followed Roy back to the table.

“Hi Evan!” Dustin greeted him. “Pull up a chair!”

Roy set the beers onto the table and took a seat beside Dustin. The other two men, who sat across from them, already had beers. One man was considerably older than the other, but it was obvious they were together, judging by their body language. And matching wedding rings. Evan was quick to pick up on things like that. It kind of came with the territory. He wasn’t one to judge, he just liked to know his environment—it made for more informed decisions, especially in times of crisis.

The older man held his hand across the table. “Nice to meet you, Evan,” he said. “I’m Lee. And that’s Marshall.”

“Nice to meet you too,” Evan said, taking his hand in a firm shake, which he repeated with Marshall. He turned to Roy. “Didn’t mean to intrude or anything, Roy.”

“You’re not,” the sheriff assured him. “Just came out for a few beers, maybe a little dancing then heading home. What about you? You meeting someone?”

“No, just felt like having a beer myself,” Evan said, not willing to admit he had anything else on his mind. Such as hooking up.

“Evan here’s a State Trooper,” Dustin told the others with a grin. “Gotta be careful with these two”—he indicated Roy and Evan with a wave of one hand— “If we aren’t careful, they’ll get to talking shop until the cows come home.”

Roy rolled his eyes, but he didn’t bother denying the accusation and neither did Evan. When the two lawmen got together, they did tend to swap war stories. Roy had been a private investigator before he became sheriff and had some good tales to tell. “You love it and you know it.” Roy chuckled.

“Yeah, but I bet Marshall and Lee are tired of hearing the same stories they’ve probably heard a million times,” Dustin persisted, giving the couple a knowing wink.

“Don’t tar me with that brush, boy,” Lee interjected. He slid his arm around Marshall’s shoulders comfortably.  “If I get tired of hearing something, I know how to speak up for myself. ‘Sides, Roy’s stories are always interesting. I’m willing to bet Evan’s are too.”

Marshall’s snicker was obviously intended for Dustin. Evan noticed the two young men seemed close in age. They were probably good friends. Both seemed to go for older men. Not that there was anything wrong with that. He’d dated an older man or two in his time. But that had been a while back.

“I’m not so sure about that,” Evan said. “But I do like what I do. Never wanted to do anything else. I take it you aren’t in law enforcement?” He threw the question at both men.

“Roy’s got that covered,” Marshall said. “Burnham doesn’t need but one sheriff and he’s it.”

“Ah, so you all come from Burnham.” Evan lifted his glass and took a good drink.

“Indeed,” Lee said. “We have our own computer business there. Burnham’s a nice place but it’s a little short on night life. It’s nice to get out to Tucker Falls now and then.”

“I imagine so.” Evan nodded.

Just then the music changed to something a little livelier than had been playing. Evan noticed Marshall tapping his boot to the beat and giving his partner hopeful glances. When he didn’t respond immediately, the younger man said, “You’re not really going to make me bed, are you?”

Lee laughed and pushed back his chair. “Nope. C’mon boy.”

Evan watched the two men thread their way to the dance floor.

“Newlyweds,” Dustin said with a knowing look.

Time for a new round. Evan searched the floor for a server. His attention was caught by someone standing about two feet away.

Holy shit, it was the hot speeder.

to be continued

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Cia Nordwell

J Alan Veerkamp

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #8 (3.3)

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.

Roy is meeting a blind date from an Internet dating site at Partners. The cautious Roy has brought Marshall and Lee as back-up. Will that be a wise move or a mistake? See what's up in this week's chapter of The Sheriff. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they are up to. Their links follow my tale. Enjoy!

The Sheriff #8 (3.3)

On the drive to Tucker Falls, Roy told Lee and Marshall what little he knew about his date. Her name was Earlene, she was divorced, had no children, and lived and worked in Tucker Falls. She liked country music and line dancing and beer.

“Well, you have some of that in common,” Lee commented. “It’s a start.”

“Yep,” Roy said laconically.  He wasn’t quite so optimistic, but he was willing to at least give it a try, seeing as he’d agreed to meet her at Partners. His luck had not been holding lately, on the few occasions when he’d asked a woman out. In fact, he’d found himself bored with the few women he’d dated, although he couldn’t put his finger on why that was. Maybe his expectations were too high. Or he wasn’t looking in the right place. For whatever reason, there was no spark struck with any of them, no excitement. He was glad he’d talked the guys into coming with him tonight. Even if the date didn’t work out, the night wouldn’t be a total loss.

“If he’s on a date, how are we going to hang out together?” Marshall asked. They were back in Lee’s car, Roy having concluded his business with the Tucker Falls sheriff. Marshall twisted in the front seat, where he sat beside Lee, his auburn brows raised in question at Roy.

That was a fair question, one Roy was trying not to think too much about. Guess he needed to address it sooner, rather than later.

“Well…” To be honest, he hadn’t exactly mentioned bringing his friends, considering that had been decided so last minute. If she was uncomfortable with that, then so be it. He couldn’t be with anybody who didn’t like Marshall and Lee. Although he’d never felt the need to use them as a buffer before. Then again, he’d never resorted to a blind date before, either.

What in the world had he been thinking? Or had he let his second brain make the decision for him? Earlene looked cute—at least from her online photo—and she seemed lively… and she’d made more than a few innuendos that had Roy’s libido rising to the bait.

“How about this for a plan, then,” Lee began, and Roy silently blessed him. Whatever ideas Lee had were bound to be good ones. “Roy can meet up with his mystery date, get a table, get settled, and we can find something close but not too close. Then, if Ray wants us to mosey over, he can text and we can be right there. Make sense?”

“Makes lots of sense to me,” Roy gratefully agreed.

“And if he doesn’t text?” Marshall wanted to know.

“Then you and I can do a whole lot of dancing.” Lee gave Marshall a quick glance. Roy saw the big grin on Lee’s face. He knew they’d be good either way, which was a relief. He should have known they would be, though.

When they reached Partners, they weren’t surprised to see it was already crowded. People in Tucker Falls, and the surrounding towns, liked to cut loose on a Friday night and have a little fun. They parked as close to the building as they could and headed inside. As they approached the front doors, people spilled out of the brightly lit club, laughing and joking. Country western music pulsed from inside, amid cries of “Yee haw!”

Roy hadn’t been thinking about there being a crowd when they made their plan. They might not be able to get a table, either of them.  Not to mention, what if he couldn’t find his date in the midst of all this carrying on?

“Go on, look for your lady,” Lee said, as if he’d read Roy’s mind. “We’ll be good. Text us when you get settled.”

“Okay, then, I’ll do that.” Lee put his arm about Marshall’s waist, as if to anchor him, and the two headed in the direction of the bar. Once they had melted into the crowd, Roy began to scan the nearest tables for his date.  What if she’d come with some friends herself? He had to consider the possibility she wasn’t alone either. He spotted a group of women sitting together at a table about twenty feet from him, but they weren’t looking his way, so he moved on.

Damn, this was harder than he’d figured. Maybe this was a sign that it wasn’t meant to be? Or maybe she’d changed her mind about coming? He should just text Lee and find out where they were sitting and join them, instead.

“Hey there, good looking!”

A bright voice drew him from his reverie just as he pulled his phone from his pocket. Glancing up, he saw a rather chipper, petite brunette standing in front of him. She was scanning him from head to toe with big brown eyes. “You must be Roy,” she greeted him. “If you’re not, I’m going to be very disappointed.”

“I am,” he began, but before he got the last syllable out, she’d yanked his head down and laid a huge liplock on him.

to be continued

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Jon Keys

Ravon Silvius

Cia Nordwell

Ravon Silvius

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