Coby paused a moment before interrupting John’s rest, although he knew John had already heard his footsteps coming up. No matter how many times he saw John shirtless, it was still amazing. There were some lambs born that did not have as much hair as John had on a normal basis. He cleared his throat. “Brought you a cold beer, John.” John lifted his ball cap. “We have beer? I thought we were out.” He took the can. “No, the fridge was full last time, so I put the overflow in the fridge in the garage.” “Huh.” John cracked the can, holding it over the dirt so it didn’t drip on him. “What a miracle.” He took a swig and exhaled. “Man that hits a spot after working cows all day. Thanks.” Colby smiled demurely and clasped his hands behind his back. John sat back in the chair with half the can left in his hand. He glanced at Colby and licked his lower lip to get the suds off. “Alright, you can get on.”
Colby made a little noise of victory under his breath. John pushed his fly open and brought his cock out. It was already half hard and it didn’t take much stroking to get it up to full mast. The head pushed out of the crown of skin. “Man, this thing is sweaty. You sure you want it?” “Don’t bother me, it’ll just make it easier to ride. I’m already lubed, though.” Colby threw a leg over John’s lap. John took a swig and set the can on the ground. “Man, slow down there Cowboy.” “I’ve been waiting all day for you to come in from the fields. I’m done being patient.” “Well be patient on my dick, or you’re going to bend something.” Colby met his gaze while his other hand guided John’s cock to his whole. “I always go nice and slow with you don’t I? You’re too big for me to take right away…need to get used to you anyway.” “Fucking hell.” John groaned as tight heat enveloped his cock. “You are never leaving his farm ya hear me? You’re just everything I ever need.” Colby didn’t answer right away. His eyes were half closed and he was working on getting the rest of John into him by making slow motions up and down. “Well if you really mean that, do me a favor – get a better chair. I don’t want to have to explain to your mother in the ER that I need a tetanus shot after having sex.”
John barked out a laugh. “Christ Colby, don’t bring up my mom during sex! I’ll get you a better chair, I promise. Now keep your mouth shut and focus on what you’re doing. No bending stuff.” Colby smirked and sat down on John’s lap. “Copy, cowboy.” John groaned and his eyes rolled back in his head. “Sweet lord in heaven!”
Calipher wipes his sword on a piece of shirt long torn off from another victim of his weapon. “I really need to wash this…” He tucks it away into a pocket and sheaths his sword. He steps over the reeking body of the bandit, striding forward half a dozen steps until he’s in front of Edward. “Well, here we are. Me, saving your arse, and you needing to he rescued.” “Sorry,” Edward says with a restricted shrug. Only because of the gag, it comes out as “thorry”. Calipher sighs. “I am have half a mind to tie you to the pack horse like a war captive so I won’t lose you.” “It may help. Can you untie me please?” “Hmm. No.” Edward’s chin jerks up. “No?” “Actually, I’m going to untie your legs.” “Why my regs?” he asks. “You were supposed to fuck me this morning. Did you forget that? You said you were going for a walk to ‘check the perimeter’ of our camp last night and got yourself kidnapped. Took all night and half this morning to bloody find you cause I can’t track worth shit. I haven’t slept cause I was worried about you and now I’m cranky and horny.” Edward looks at the ground. “Thorry.” “Next time you decide to try and raid a bandit’s campsite, make sure he’s not nearby first ok Edward?” He nods sheepishly. “You stupid, pitiful, handsome man. You must exasperate your mother.” Calipher bends over and removes the gag around his mouth. “Oh thank god, thank you.” Edward works his jaw. “She often said that when I was a young lad.” The knight uses his sleeve to dry his companion’s chin and offers him a sip of wine. “Oh, yes wine. Praise the gods. Thank you.” “Mhm.” Calipher tosses the wine bladder aside once he’s had a drink. He drops to his knees and begins to untie Edward’s legs. “How am I going to fuck you tied to a tree?” Edward asks. Calipher pulls off his shoes. “With your dick.” “Well, well yes but-” He removes the metal greaves from the man’s shins and toss them to the side. “Hey careful with those, don’t dent them.” “That’s their whole purpose.” Edward doesn’t know what to say to that. The knight has undone the utility belt and leather faulds protecting Edward’s hips and he lets them drop. With a grunt of impatience, Calipher unbuttons his pants. “Lift your arse.” Edward digs his heels into his leaf litter and lifts his ass. Calipher pulls them clean off. “Ah it’s chilly out here” Edward remarks. “Don’t shrink up now.” “I can’t help it!” “I have to do everything, really.” Calipher tosses his gloves to the ground. He scoots forward and takes Edward into his hand and pulls on his shaft. It’s soft and stubby, trying to hide, but still warm. “Oh this is much better than being tortured by a bandit.” “Mhmm. There we go, getting nicely stiff. Look at you grow, god you always surprise me how you nearly double in size.” "You are really good at that,” Edward hisses. “Nice and hard for me now… yeah like that. God you are beautiful all tied up and erect. See, this is sort of how I expected to find you. I hoped I’d find the bandit on the verge of deflowering you and I’d get to have a very dramatic entrance.” “Sorry to disappoint you.” Calipher smiles. “Try harder next time.” Edward sticks his tongue out. “Hey hey put your hand back – why did you stop?” Calipher stands up and begins to remove his clothes below the waist. He removes his scabbard from his hip and arrows from his back. When Calipher pulls the waistband down, his cockhead catches on the edge of it, then springs up and makes an audible sound as it smacks against his pelvis. Edward gulps. He instinctively tries to reach for it but the ropes hold him fast to the tree. He whines in frustration. “Curse you seven times!” “Says the man tied to a tree,” Calipher teases. Edward whines. “Eight times!” “That will take you a while. Which pouch has the oil in it?” “Oh? The left one.” Calipher digs it out. It’s firm in the cooler temperatures, so he scoops some out and rubs it between this palms to soften it. He lubricates Edward’s cock, working it up and down his shaft. Edward lifts his hips against Calipher’s touches. He sighs. “Bless the gods.” Calipher decides its enough and wipes his hand on Edward’s pants. Edward doesn’t even notice. He’s fixated on Edward standing up and his cock bouncing right at eye level. He darts out his tongue. “You want that huh?” “It’s beading at the tip.” “Lick it off.” Edward parts his lips and flicks out his tongue to clean it. Calipher pushes inside of his mouth. “Oh wow.” Edward sucks on the head of it while Calipher rocks against his tongue for a little while. Edward can feel his cock reaching rock hard firmness and it’s making him feel warm and uncomfortable. His own muscles are sore from being in a fixed position tied to this tree and his butt is going numb, but having his nose buried in Calipher’s wild public hair is a fine distraction. “H-hey keep your tongue out of the slit or I’m going to cum.” Calipher runs his fingers through Edward’s hair. After a horridly short time, Calipher adds: “Ok I have to stop or I’m going to cum.” He withdraws his cock and Edward complains again. “Allow me to finish you at least?” He begs. Calipher smirks. “You may have that.” He drops to his knees, straddling Edward’s lap, pausing only to position Edward’s cock into place before slowly lowering himself down. At the breach, a joint cry from both men startles birds from trees. Edward digs his heels into the dirt again and pushes up. Calipher locks eyes with Edward. As he slowly sinks deeper and deeper he thinks how lovely his eyes are, such a warm brown flecked with gold. Edward furrows his brow, wondering what Calipher is thinking. Calipher closes his eyes and tilts his head back. After a painful epoch of time he takes the last inch with a strained keening noise. He rests, sitting on Edward’s lap, breathing purposely in slow deep breaths as he fights the urge to ride this man like a desperate whore instead of taking time to let his body adjust. Edward makes helpless whimpering noises; behind the tree he’s making fists with his hands.
“Are you ok?” Calipher opens his eyes. They’re dark and shiny, and his cheeks flushed. His raw gaze makes the breath hitch in Edward’s chest. “I’m very ok, Edward. Cause I’ve gotten what was promised to me, and I’m quite pleased about it.” “What would you have done if I was dead? Haunted my ghost for a fuck?” “For eternity.” “How faithful.” Calipher chuckles.”I’m going to move now. Move with me?” “I can’t, I’m tied to a tree,” Edward says dryly. Calipher laughs. “Again I’m doing all the work.” “Curse you nine times.” “Oh we’re almost to ten.” “God you’re as infuriating as you are beautiful.” Calipher begins to move as if ride on a saddle in slow motion. “You think I’m beautiful?” Edward blinks. “Yes, you stupid man. When you take your hair down at night and it spills across your cheek over your shoulders….” He shudders. “Oh you shot a little! God that is erotic, feeling you spill your wetness in me. Curses, I can’t wait any longer. I need the rest of it.” Calipher puts his hands on Edward’s shoulders and rides him as if in full cantor. He ignores his own cock, cause well, he promised. Edward thrusts up the best he can. Their cries mix, growing in volume. Calipher’s thighs begin to quiver and Edward is nearly in tears from frustration at not being able to touch him. It’s a worse punishment then being flogged! “Cal,” he pleads. Calipher’s muscles quiver as he tenses around Edward’s cock and draws him to the deepest depths of his body. “Oh sweet heavens!” Edward gasps. He throws his head back and bangs it on the tree. He barely feels the pain; the orgasm goes through him like a bolt of lightening. “Sweeeeet fucking heavens!” he shouts. His balls hitch up and shoots his load after load up Calipher’s perfect arse. He may be tied to this tree but Calipher cannot restrain his seed, and yet as if by some magic trick, he’s still managed to mark that man as his own. “Mine,” he growls. Calipher’s eyes widen. His face is fully pink and sweat shines on his brow. The spell breaks for Edward and he realizes what he’s said and gone red. What they have was supposed to be a casual relationship of convenience for this journey but… something has irrecoverably changed. A bridge perhaps crossed that cannot be found for the way back. Edward begins to soften. Calipher raises up to let him slide out and his warm seed spills over his cock. Edward gasps. “Ye gods, I gave you everything didn’t I?” “And more, it feels. It’s running down my thighs in torrents.” Calipher uses Edward’s shoulders again for support and stands up with weak legs. His cock is deep red and straining. Edward seems stunned he’s still hard. Had they not ejaculated together? “I promised you could finish me off, did I not?” Edward nods and licks his lips greedily, impressed by the man’s stamina. He parts his dry lips and Calipher thrusts in with unrestrained need. Edward pulls him in, greedy for his scent again, and sucks with all his strength. Calipher thrusts against his tongue with his head tossed back. He explodes with a yell Edward’s heard him use in battle. It’s a struggle to swallow it all and some spills down his chin. He rubs his tongue around the head of Calipher’s cock, making him swoon and reach for the tree to brace himself. “Curse all the gods, Edward! Sweet fucking heavens, your tongue is such a torment.”
Sensing he’s sensitive, Edward relinquishes control and allows Calipher to withdraw. He nuzzles his man at the base of the shaft, and washes his balls with his tongue. Calipher sucks air in through his teeth as the cool breeze alights on wet skin. “What a sensation that is!” “You like it?” “Yes it’s – it’s quite something.” Calipher leans against Edward’s face, face in the crook of his arm, catching his breath. “Well – well, that-” he swallows. “Well I can safely say, you have paid your debt to me.” Edward looks up at him. “I need a receipt.” Calipher peers down at him through his crooked arm. “Could you even read it or should I just draw some crude pictures on it?” ”I’ll lie and say I’m fully illiterate just for the pictures.” Calipher chuffs through his nose. ”Oh, I am spent.” “I feel completely numb, Cal. Both in that lovely tingly way when your body is feeling right proud of itself for certainly having completed a successful breeding despite its sheer ignorance of where that load went, and also because I can’t feel my arms. Can you please untie me?”
Calipher snorts. “Yes.” He pulls the dagger out of his discarded boot, walks around the tree, and cuts his lover free. Edgar groans in relief and stretches his sore arms. “Ah there, now the blood’s returning.to my finger tips. All of it left to go to my cock.” “Well you did deliver spectacularly.” Calipher also utilizes his dagger to remove some moss from a rock and uses it to clean up the cum streaking down his thighs. He yanks the yellow cloth off Edward’s belt that identifies him as a skilled tracker for hire and uses it to clean the both of them. “You know, it took me two years to earn that yellow flag.” Calipher looks at the cloth. “You silly bastard, you could have done it in far less time if you found me a white cloth and let me pee on it.” “Curse you ten times!” Edward throws a shoe at him while Calipher cackles. “Hey! Behave or I’ll tie you up again.” “Behave or I’ll tie you up.” Calipher raises an eyebrow. “Promise?” “Well I would if you hadn’t cut the rope…” “Oh yeah I did do that. Well, hopefully if we make it to town tonight – which we would have, without delays.” Edward rolls his eyes. “It was a remarkable delay though.” Calipher folds his arms. “Actually, I will agree with you and concede my point. But if we can make it to town, we could buy rope. We should at least splurge for the bath house and a room in it. I have a feeling we’re both going to want to sleep on a padded mattress tonight.” Edward groans at the thought. “A real bath.” He makes a noise of fake enlightenment. “Ah, I just realized – we’ll have to see each other naked. I’m not sure I can handle that, you see. I’ll be so embarrassed. I’m just a farm lad who gets so nervous around big strapping knights with big muscles and huge swinging pen – hey you can’t throw my own shoe back at me!” “I can and I did! At least it wasn’t a greave!” “Yes that would hurt-” Edward’s stomach interrupts them. “Ye gods, I’ve spent it all. We still have provisions back at camp?” “We do but – you’re forgetting something.” “What?” Edward gets to feet with some difficulty. Calipher points to the dead bandit on the edge of the woods. “We get to raid his campsite now for snacks.” Edward considers the unwashed man, the black edges to his nails, the dirt caked into his clothes “I am suspicious of his snacks.” “Maybe we can take his coins to buy better snacks?” Edward points a finger at Calipher. “See, that, that is why I travel with you.” Calipher reaches out to pinch Edward’s cock. “No other reason?” Edward swats his hand away. “Ha! Stopped you. And Nope. None. Zero. No reason at all why I travel with you. Nothing to do with my cock anyhow.” Calipher throws his woolen sock at him and sticks out his tongue.
Edward sticks his tongue back. He watches Calipher dress and his face softens. “Cal?” “Yes Edward?” “Thank you for rescuing me. I had a very dark and lonely night out here, near beside myself at the thought of leaving this Earth without telling you first.” Calipher glances up at him as he secures his sword belt around his waist. “You’re my tracker. If you left, I’d have to follow you.”
Edward is left so breathless and flustered by this comment, he puts his trousers on backwards and falls over in the process, putting a dent in his greave. “Oh curse you eleven times.”
“Beautiful presentation. Ah, your jingle bell is hanging out…” I tuck it into his panties and then cup him in my hand. “Don’t want people to hear that in the subway, or in the office do we?” Finn shakes his head. I thumb the piercing in his cock where the jingle bell is attached. He struggles to stay still. I hear a little whimper. “My pretty boy. I can’t wait to hear you jingly around my house when you get home. My cute little kitten. Are my good little kitten?” “Y-yes, Daddy.” With my hand still cupping his heat, I pinch his chin in my fingers and kiss him deep. The hems of his jacket slip out of Finn’s hands. “Ah Daddy don’t stop please – more kissing please.” I press a teasing kiss to lips. “You want to go to work hard? You’re already starting to stiffen.” “I don’t care, I just want you….” I re-adjust my hands to cup Finn’s ass. I push the round globes together so the plug moves inside him, intimately. He gasps and rises up on his toes. “Daddy oh Can – can we have sex before work? I want you. We got time before work, right? Please?” I nibble on his ear. “Are you sure you want me to fuck you? If you cum in your panties I won’t let you change…” Finn swallows hard and his Adam’s apple bobs. It’s a decision he must think about. He is not allowed to stroke himself nor cum without permission, and I space them out with consideration. “Daddy please, I need you, it’s been hard to go to work with balls this full. Just everything’s so sensitive and rubbing against the lace…” “Is that why you keep coming home with a wet tip?” Finn shudders against me. “Y-yes daddy. I’m a very horny kitten lately.” “You’re gonna be late for work. You’ll have to call a taxi.” “I don’t care, Daddy please, fuck me, I want the release. I want you inside me!”
To not fuck him would be cruel – he’s straining in his panties. I can feel the heat against me, like I’m leaning against the oven. I kiss him. “Turn around baby.” “Oh Daddy yes!” he gasps. “Put your hands on the table.” Finn does and his ass pops out immediately. His cheeks bulge and I bite my knuckle at the view. “Madre de dios!” Oh I wish there was time to spank him! But alas.
I dash to the bathroom to grab the lube. Finn is struggling not to touch himself. “Don’t worry kitten, Daddy is back.” “Fuck me please! Daddy please!” I flip his jacket tails onto his back. I yank down his panties with two hands, and wiggle that plug out with a pop. “Oh god,” Finn gasps. “Man handle me more Daddy! Fill me!” His hole is stretched and seeking to be filled. I struggle to unzip my jeans and hastily apply the lube. I grab him by the hips and fill him in one motion, making him squeal and shudder. “Whoa! Daddy!” “Too fast?” I whisper. “Ah, uh, no it’s ok. No, don’t stay still please, move please, fuck me hard!” “Ah, I see, that’s the problem,” I chuff. I grab him by the waist and pound his ass. He sucks with keeping rhythm and I help us move together. He’s so lost in the fucking he needs, especially knowing I’m going to let him cum, that we’re still not syncing, just bouncing off eachother. So I change tactics. His cock is straining in its lace prison, and I wrap my hand around its prominence. By pushing against his pelvis, I can make us move together while also stimulating him by rubbing the fabric on his cock. “Oh Daddy,” he moans. “Oh Daddy!” his voice goes up a pitch. I smile. “You wanted to cum right?” “Please Daddy yes please!” he sobs. His body is buzzing with hormones. “Such a good kitten, Finn. My good kitten.” I rest my back against his and fuck him at a rough, unbroken pace until he’s gasping and keening and my palm is suddenly wet and warm. “Oh god yes Sir fuck yes Sir, thank you, oh god thank you it feels so good,” he babbles. I kiss the back of his neck. “You’re trembling all over, are you still cumming?” A noise comes out of his throat. I stroke him with small movements of my fingers around his piercing until – “Sensitive!” he gasps. I stop, but still hold him. His shoulders heave as he takes in a whole breath. “Daddy I’m dizzy.” “Deep breaths, sweetheart. Deep—breaths.” After a couple breaths, I can’t wait anymore. I give him one more thrust, pushing him up onto his tip toes, and finish inside. I grunt. “Oh yeah, that’s the heat I like!” “Tha- that’s a big load!” Finn says almost to himself. “Yes it is. That’s what you do to me.” “I do that to you?” “Yes kitten. Now hand me the plug.” Finn fumbles for it on the table and hands it to me absentmindedly. My cock slides out and I push the plug right back in with a pop. Finn startles and yips again, back arching. “Ah! Ah that’s sensitive now back there!” “Well you’ll need it or else my seed will run down your legs. Don’t want to stain your stockings do you?” Finn moves around, adjusting to it. “No- no Daddy.” “Or want it dripping out during your work day?” “No Daddy!” “You can take it out around lunch if it’s uncomfortable. But wear it as long as you can, Finn.” He sighs. “Yes sir.” “Turn around.”
Finn does on unsteady legs. He braces himself on the table. His eyes are still hazy, face pink. I ravish his lips again. “God I love you.” Finn blinks at me slowly, lids fluttering. “Not as much as I love you Daddy. Fuck I love being late for work.” I laugh. “Your boss probably doesn’t think like that.” “He should get laid more.” “Probably. Stay there.”
I stroll into the bathroom to put the lube back and get a damp towel. I clean myself up and tuck myself back in my pants as Finn watches. He reaches out to brush his fingers over my cock before it disappears back inside. I inspect the mess Finn has made next. His cock is softening and contained now, but there is still a lot of cum – on the table, on him. I clean the extra off his panties, and clean some streaks of lube from his ass and thighs. There’s still some cum in the fabric, which pleases me. “Clean enough.” “You’re serious about not letting me change!” “I am. That was the deal. You’ll smell like me all day. A bit wet and a bit used. Which is how it should be, cause you are my kitten to use as I want.” Finn bites his lip and gives me damp eyes as he nods vigorously. “Yes, Daddy, I’m yours. I feel so amazing, thank you for fucking me before work and letting me cum.” To my surprise he holds out his arms and I hug him in return. “It was my pleasure giving you pleasure.” Finn embraces me and sighs. “Fuck, I don’t wanna go to work.” “You have to. And you’re gonna be late. Get your slacks on, I’ll take you.”
“It’s the wrong way from where you have to go though.” I shake my head. “It’s my fault you’re late. I’m not gonna get you in trouble at work. If I’m late to where I have to go, I’ll take the blame.” “You’re so kind. Thank you Daddy,” Finn smiles. “I feel so spoiled. Ooo when I move I can feel the dampness in my panties. I’m glad I just came or I’d be hard again!” “If you get hard today, text me. I wanna hear what caused it.” Finn groans as he puts on his slacks.. “Are you ever turned like, off?” “As long as my sexy little kitten exists? No.” Finn tries to suppress a smile of satisfaction. I’m his as much as he is mine, and he knows it.
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Your parents were gonna go stay at their friends house on the lake for the weekend, and you had the place to yourself. Your mom even winked at you on the way out when she said: if you want to have some of your college buddies over, just clean up after yourselves.
Ugh, was she suggesting a literal pity party cause you didn’t have a huge group of friends? Your goal at college wasn’t to party, it was to study and graduate early. Yet your mom seemed to be under the impression you struggled at your social life, probably because all your friends just so happened to be guys. Oh, you realize, she probably thinks you’ll throw a party to hook up with some chick. Ugh. That was worse. Supervising a party of fratbros and sorority sisters and trying to prevent them from destroying your parents’ house was not your idea of a fun weekend.
But you did have an inkling of what could be a fun weekend. You just had to call Joseph. “Hey, my parents are out of town for the weekend. Wanna come fuck over here for once? We can be as loud as we want… and there’s a pool.” Joseph didn’t need to think twice. “I’ll pack an overnight bag. I was hoping you’d call man. Been needing a fuck, man.” “Glad to hear that. Missin’ your tight body something fierce. We’ve been studying so hard, this weekend we reward ourselves.”
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Muscular and handsome, Nixon rides a big cock for the first time. (Sean Cody models).
Sonny was a little hesitant to ride a cock for the first time – especially one of that size! But it ended up being a lot of fuss over nothing and felt much better than he could ever anticipate. Getting his G-spot worked opened up an entire new world of pleasure Sonny could have never comprehended before. He completely forgot about even touching his own cock…he just zoned out and rode the wave.
Jack tossed his cap on the counter. “Stop stop. I’ve had enough of
this. Aaron this, Aaron that. You can’t go one hour without saying his
name. I know I invited you over here cause you’ve been depressed, but
now I see that’s cause you’re just wallowing in it.” Mick pouted.
“Well I mean – what do you expect me to do? It was such a stupid fight,
and it was going so well. He was so hot, and he fucked me a lot. How can I live
my life knowing if he will or won’t ask me back. I miss him.” Jack walked up to Mick. “If he takes you back, don’t go.” “W-what? Why not? I would in a heartbeat! It’s all I can think about.” “Aaron
didn’t appreciate you. He didn’t care about your feelings. Do you
listen to yourself when you talk about the fight? From what I hear Aaron
barely acknowledged you were in a relationship. Sounds like he kept you
around as a convenient lay. You deserve better. And yeah he’s hot.
Maybe he’s a good fuck. But you’re so young, and have so many hot fucks
ahead of you. Don’t waste your best years on dumb guys who don’t treat
you well., especially in bed.” “Easy for you to say! You have no
problem getting guys. It’s so hard…I’m not hot like you. I don’t know
when my next fuck or boyfriend comes along?” Jack smiled a little. “You think I’m hot, Michael?” Mick flushed. “Well – I mean, you’re attractive yeah. Hotter than me.” Jack
lifted Mick’s chin with his thumb. “Hey. Don’t put yourself down so
much. You have a classic, American boy next door look. And those boys
becomes hot daddies. Definitely desirable.” Mick’s gaze glanced to
the side. “Everyone wants a model’s face. A boy next door look? I don’t
know anyone who finds that attractive.” “Me.” Mick swallowed. “…You?” “Yeah.” “…But you’d never fuck me.” Jack smiled. “You never asked.” Mick blinked. “It
doesn’t have to mean anything, but…if you let me, I’d show you just
what it’s like when a man cherishes you during sex. I feel like you’ve
never had that. Makes me sad.” “Cherishes …me?” Mick whispered. “Yes. Can I kiss you?” Mick considered his friend’s face and then nodded.
Jack
didn’t pounce, but leaned in, gentle as a kitten. Mick exhaled softly
through his nose. Jack didn’t rush to grope. He waited for Mick to
relax, kiss back. That’s when he cupped the back of Mick’s head and took
a step forward, deepening it, adding tongue. He half expected Mick to
tighten, panic, withdraw, grumble how it was all a mistake. But Mick
melted against him. His pulse quickened. He twisted his fingers in
Jack’s shirt. There. He was ready.
They never made it to the bed.
Almost. Mick had Jack standing up, hand braced on the mattress for
support. Jack didn’t want to break the touches, the kisses. The way Mick
was caressing him was divine. It made him feel so warm. All that horny
frustration was floating right to the surface. For the first time he
felt so impatient to be fucked. He arched against Jack, trying to convey
how he felt. His head was too muzzy for speech. It took Mick a moment
to realize that he was acting slutty. It excited him. He’d never been so
deep in bottom headspace before. Hell, his own cock seemed kind of
irrelevant. He was hard for sure, but Jack’s cock was much more
interesting. He wanted it. He wanted a man inside him. Jack heard a voice say. “Put it in me.” and was shocked to realize it was his own.
When
Jack penetrated him, his knees nearly gave in. Oh sweet merciful Jesus,
it didn’t even hurt! I just slid right in. Mick could smell the scent
of lube and sweat and cum. The scent of sex. Was it really supposed to
be like this? Could it always be like this? It was never like this was Aaron.
Mick decided Jack was right – if Aaron tried to take him back, he wouldn’t go.
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“Just, fuck, I can’t believe I didn’t get the offer. They were even making it sound like I did. Maybe I’m already burning out.” “Hjorn.” I sat across from him on the window seat, my back to the window over looking 5th Avenue. “What?” he grumps. “We spoke about this before. It’s probably a good thing. Like your manager said, when you’re a new model you need to be everywhere, but as you get more of a profile going, you need to start crafting an image and niche of what you fill. This gives you value and helps clients find you. That company didn’t fit your image at all. You’re sexy and sophisticated. Cutesy isn’t your thing, and it’s better you didn’t get it. You need to focus on your shoot for the cologne today and on landing Balmain. That’s perfect for you.” “And I love their style more,” Hjorn agrees. “That’s me.” “Yes. Exactly. So don’t be too upset. Disappointed, fine, but not upset. You’re going to be huge. Especially if you get called back for that HBO show.”
Hjorn puts an arm on the back of the chair and leans back. With his knees spread, I can see up his robe a little. Just a little. He knows. “You know, Sylvie keeps asking me who you are to me. I guess as my manager she’s worried about people exploiting me as I get more well known. But I just couldn’t explain to her why exactly I like you around. And that’s why.” He points. “Right there. Because you tell me just what I need to hear, just like it is – not because you want my approval or for me to like you, but because I need to hear it. You don’t have secret intentions. You’re just my friend looking out for me. And even though we’ve been fucking since college, you’ve never tried to make it anything else. Which I don’t want right now. And I don’t have time for. And I never have to worry about your intentions. Cause you’d tell me.” Hjorn stands up and walks over to the bed in the other room. I stare at him for a stunned moment as my ears turn red.
I get up and follow him. “That’s…thank you? I mean, you are my friend. I just want things to turn out well for you.” Hjorn sits on the bed. The corner of his perfect mouth comes up a little. “You are. Thank you. Now are you going to come over here and fuck me before Sylvie gets here or what? I feel like I’m going to jump out of my skin from stress.” “Oh absolutely,” I groan. I walk over to him and slide my hand up his robe. “Been wanting this all day.” ”You can have it.” I pull the tie apart with my other hand. My mouth goes to his neck. Hjorn whimpers and puts an arm around me. “Fuck, your hand…” The robe falls open. I push him to the bed and kneel sprawled over his legs. His chest is a curved hill of barley, pale and dotted with freckles. I continue with his neck as I stroke him. His leg muscles tense and jump under me, and feeling his body squirm makes me so painfully hard. “In me,” Hjorn begs with reedy gasps. “In me. Now.” I have to detach myself from him to fumble for the lube under the pillow. I fumble to get myself out of my slacks. I fumble with the lid. It’s impossible to use lube without making a mess. I let the mess happen. I’m between his parted legs now. One finger goes in easily. The noise he makes sends goosebumps down my back. Hjorn fists the sheets. “More!”
I push in a second, but the third takes a moment. “You’re so taut today…you need to relax a little…” “I can’t! I’m under so much goddamn stress it feels like I’ll never relax!” “You poor thing. You’re gonna snap if you keep this up.” “In!” he demands, louder and more angry. I love it. The fire in me is stoked white hot. I guide myself inside him without giving him time to adjust. The sensation of him enveloped around me is exquisite. I bend over and return to tasting his neck. His thighs slam against my hips and I push past his point of resistance until my cock is against his prostate. “Oh FUCK!” he roars. “Yeah just – there! Oh god, harder, do it harder!” I obey him, thinking if I can just fuck him fast enough and deeply enough that for a moment he won’t be thinking of his modeling career or his life or that account he didn’t get. That maybe I can push all that stress up to the surface and it’ll be washed away when the orgasm breaks and the hormones flood. His body is wired tight, his nerves a tight bunch. He needs this, and not from anyone else but me. I place one hand on the bed to steady myself, and the other curls around his cock. I’d forgotten about it. He moans my name and arches his back. “I’m close!” Sometimes, when he says that, I like to stop and torment him a while with slow trusts and ghostly touches to his glans… but I think if I tried that today, he may actually murder me. I dig my toes into the floor and drive into him hard. “Take it!” “FUCK!” he yells. We rut for an impossible moment until my lungs are burning and I’m sure he’s going to outlast me. “Fuck!” he wails again. Cum fouts all over his chest. He fists the sheets, pulling the flat out from where it’s tucked under the mattress. I heave breath against his shoulder as I empty inside him. All of it. The one place that the adoring public can’t see or get to. That spot is mine. It is marked.
Hjorn looks at me through half slit eyes but not really seeing me. His lips are so full and pink that I can’t help but kiss him. He lazily throws is arms over me and shares it. “Mnnn…” His knees fall to the side. My cock is too soft to stay in now and slides out. I rub it against where it’s been in him anyway. It’s warm and familiar and I don’t want to be far from it. “Fuck…” Hjorn whispers. I nuzzle his cheek. His scent is different. The acrid aura of stress is gone. I run my fingers over his chest. “You spilled all yourself out…” Hjorn looks down, almost in surprise. “I did, didn’t I?” “You did.” I rest down next to him to recover. I feel a bit dizzy. Hjorn’s phone makes a noise. It’s been charging on the nightstand. He reaches for it. Fumbles it. Then holds it. “Sylvie wants to make sure I’m ready,” he groans. “She’s gonna be here in fifteen minutes.” “She’s early,” I remarked. Hjorn looks at his phone again. “…No, she’s actually running late.” I look at my watch. “Jesus.” That makes Hjorn laugh. It’s a beautiful sound. If bells could echo off wood, that’s what it would sound like. Soon I’m laughing too, just for the joy of seeing him smile. The furrow in his brow is gone too.
We get out of the shower just in time for Sylvie to walk through the door. She eyes me suspiciously as I help Hjorn with his belt as he works the buttons on his shirt. When she notices the hickie, she loses it, and I’m trying not to die of smothering laughter as she escorts him out, Hjorn waving off her concerns with a casual air of dismissal. God, that lad. Absolutely precious. He’s going to be famous one day.
I stay behind to recover and clean up the mess we hid under the duvet. Later that night, Hjorn calls me and tells me the director loved the hickie and kept it in the shoot, despite Sylvie’s objections. When the photos came out, we sure did have had a fun time reading the Instagram comments about them. Everyone thought they were from a woman.
____________________________________________________________________ Captions are fictional. Not intended to portray the original model or his identity.
I stand there in the entry way to our living room, hand paused while scratching the back of my neck. My mouth is frozen in mid-yawn. My house boy is perched on the mantel of our fireplace with feline grace, all curves and sunkissed bare limbs, gazing out onto the skyline. I work my dry mouth and swallow. He looks like he is part of the room, like I had a naked male version of the Little Mermaid statue from Copenhagen installed in my condo.
I pat my pocket, seeking my phone. I frame the shot and snap it. Perfect.
At the sound, my houseboy looks over his shoulder. “Oh, you’re up. Good afternoon, Sir. How was your nap?” “Wonderful,” I reply. “I can’t wait until this client partnership is over and I can sleep like a normal person again.” My houseboy gives me a wistful look. “It will be soon. Shall I get you some refreshments?” “Mmnn. No, don’t get down. You can get it in a minute.” I walk over to him. “What are you looking at?”
My boy shrugs. “I just realized I never took the time to really look at the view you know? Been working so hard to keep your life and home in order since we moved here, but I spend most of it looking down. It’s beautiful.” I run my palm over his thigh. I suddenly want him naked and spead open under me in an embarrassingly vulgar way. “What do you see?” I manage to say. “Mmmn. There’s a bird of prey circling to the right there.” “Oh? So there is.” “There’s a red flag on that building over there. Someone is having a smoke break on that roof there. There’s a balloon caught on that line there…” “You see a lot.” My houseboy looks pleased that I’m interested. “I wonder what I could see if I had that bird’s vision.” “Probably ants on the sidewalk,” I guess. “Mmmn. Possibly.” My houseboy looks at me. I position his chin with my pointer finger and kiss him. He leans in, and I give him my tongue. A soft groan escapes from lips. “God, I love it when you kiss me for no reason.” “Oh there is always a reason,” I insist. “And I could use that refreshment now. Get two.”
My houseboy blinks, trying to snap back into focus. “Ye – yes Sir.” He slides off the mantel with noted grace. I watch that fine body as he sashays into the kitchen.
I sit on the sofa when he returns with two glasses. We sit and discuss dinner as we drink our iced tea. When I finish mine, I set it down on the tray. “Another Sir?” My boy prompts. “No,” I say, leaning in and caressing his jaw. “I want you.” I take the glass out of his hand and put it on the table. I lean forward and guide him backwards until his back is on the sofa, over the afghan. I crawl up onto the cushions and settle between his legs.
He is always naked. I chose not to lock him and instead make him come to me to ask for relief, which is just the right amount of control and humiliation to set me off. He has been so good so far in learning that his cock is mine to touch and handle first. I enjoy a palm full of the hardening thing as I push down my boxers and extract mine out.
We always hide lube and condoms under the sofa seat cushions, and I’m pleased my houseboy remembered to put them there after we moved.
He takes me like a pro – hot and tight, without needing to be stretched. Every inch pushed in makes him mewl and wiggle like a kitten. “Good boy,” I grunt, beginning my thrusts almost immediately. He responds by wrapping his legs around my back.
I reposition and push inside him deep, and I know I hit his spot because pre-cum spurts all over my hand. I rub his cockhead with my thumb and he shivers tremendously. “Yes. Yes, like that boy,” I murmur. He whimpers my name.
I finish taking him with a breathless pace. I’m feeling particularly amorous and grant him an orgasm with mine – but after mine, of course. I mark him with hickeys and licks, and enjoy feeling him soften and relax under me. I nuzzle his swan like neck. “I could use another refreshment now.” “Wh – when my legs work again, Sir, I will obey that order.” I smirk at him and chuff under my breath. “So it shall be.” I caress his sensitive little cock until he’s sweating under me and protesting dearly, but I relent once he’s shot again – a little clear fluid under his belly button. I lick him until he’s giggling cause he’s ticklish, and then my lust is sated.
The next day, I go out and buy him a pair of binoculars and leave them on the mantel. I also give him a journal to write down his finds.
He clearly loved his presents, because my boy drew hearts on my pancakes with chocolate syrup for a week after. When he stopped, I told him not to cause I loved it so much. I love him so much.
______________________________________________________________ Captions are fictional. I didn’t realize this was a selfie by OP. Beautiful work.
The skyline is of Brooklyn apparently.
Also I didn’t know the OP had put a Little Mermaid reference into his tags until after I wrote this, lol.
