Author's note: If you've read previous chapters, you'll know the series is about two guys, embracing and exploring bisexuality. Marty was my second boyfriend, while I was his first, and there was always this heady excitement or exuberance in the relationship. Hardly uncommon, when you're like newlyweds, we just wanted to be with each other, and sex always played a dominant role. You know...you can't help it...and you can't get enough.
Please let me know what you think...I always love the feedback. One reader told me he was inspired by the series to buy a dildo (8 x 2" of course). He didn't say whether he named it Marty or Rob, but he "enjoys it while reading about their steamy encounters." I suspect he's looking for a real one, with comparable dimensions...or maybe two, his Marty and Rob...enjoy!
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I guess I was dreaming about our vacation and woke up to the sound of loons in my head. We were headed to the UP for a week in a cabin, on Lake Superior. It was fairly isolated on a peninsula, with little or no access...you had to get there by boat...or hike over rough terrain.
But back to Marty and what was about to happen...he was spooning me with a big hardon. I remember my heart racing, and I smiled with the thought that he was leaving an impression in my butt cheek.
I reached round and gently stroked it, "Mmmm, that is amazing...are you serving breakfast sausage this morning?"
He put it between my cheeks, "I got the sausage, if you want sausage!" Just by his voice, I could tell that he was wearing a sexy grin.
I reached for the lube on the nightstand, and handed it to him, "Yeah, I want it...put it in me."
I got up on my knees, looking back to watch him stroke on lube. I groaned when I felt the head tease my hole. My yearning need was indescribable...I wanted him inside me...I wanted my hunky boyfriend inside me.
I remember pushing back and trying to grind, and he teased, "Yeah, somebody's horny." He laughed, "Sorry, hungry for sausage," and his hands gripped tighter, spreading me open.
I looked back, "Mmmm...you want some of that, don't you?" Before he answered, I smiled, "It's yours...it's all yours!"
We both groaned as he pushed inside, and moaned, "Oh fuck...that's good!"
"How's that feel," he asked?
"Ahhhh yeah...you're so fucking thick...I love it! Go deeper...but go slow...ahhhh...ahhhh...yeah, fuck me!"
I was anxious, and responding with pleasured moans, as he worked his dick deeper. When he was completely buried, he whispered, "Fuck, yer tight...so fucking tight," kissing me on the neck.
I started grinding back into him, "Mmmm...yeah...yeah, I'm tight...and you're fucking thick...fuck me!"
Pulling out almost completely, before driving back in, he did that over and over...gently at first...until I could handle more and begged for it. I moaned, "Fuck Marty...oh god yeah...yeah...yeah...yeah, fuck my ass!" Absolutely nothing else mattered; I worked his big, manly cock with my ass, and he just kept fucking.
As he pumped me, he stroked my cock, and it all felt so good...his big cock...his warm, gentle hand. I felt everything all at once...the heat of his cock...lust...pleasure...ecstasy...everything.
I wish I could say it was like some hot porn, where we switched positions three or four times, and it lasted forever, but I was so horny; I don't think I lasted more than ten minutes. It went too fast...his long, satisfying thrusts sent waves of pleasure through me, and his hunky body slammed into mine, over and over.
It felt so good, and he moaned, "Dude...uhhhh...uhhhh...love to bottom, but...but this's fuckin' hot!"
I felt his thick, heavy balls tumble over mine with wet slaps, but then he pulled out. I looked back to see him grinning, trying to push things back. He was choking his big dick and laughing, "Almost lost it, there...got a sausage with a short fuse...I guess."
I spread my cheeks for him, and he poked at the tiny gap; I thought I was going to explode, when he pushed back inside.
I looked back, and he grinned, "Damnnnnn...that feels good...just take it easy on me...it won't take long."
His hips grinded my ass, and I moaned, pushing back against him. When he reached around to jack me again, I was leaking arousal, and moaning, "Cum in me...give it to me...yeah...yeah, give me that load!"
It seemed like he was ready and waiting that very moment, because he started thrusting wildly, "Uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...fuck...so good...that ass's...ass's so goooood!" Then, "Ohhhh...fuckkkkkkkkkk," he yelled, pumping his load inside me! He flooded my ass, thrusting into me till his balls were empty.
As if each thrust forced more drool from my cock, I savored every second of his finish, but I was thankful he kept going. Burying his cock, over and over, he drove that beautiful tool deep, hitting all the right spots.
Filled with all that manly warmth, I nudged his hand aside and took over. I was on the brink and jerking faster.
With my head in the clouds, and wanking like a wild man, I grunted loud and sprayed the sheets. My whole body shuddered with release, and I spasmed around the manly flesh, squeezing my man's big gorgeous cock.
I remember when I finished, he pulled me tight, pushing his cock as deep as he could, and gently kissing my neck. There was just quiet and a warm morning light bathing the room, and I watched him scoop seed from the sheets.
He brought it to his lips, licked his finger, and groaned, "That was fucking incredible!"
With his dick still deep inside, I pushed my body back against his, and whispered, "Mmmm...yeah...yeah it was."
Basking in the afterglow, he pulled from my ass, and I shuddered as the warm seed slowly trickled out. He dragged the tip between my cheeks and pushed some of it back inside.
Still hard enough, he thrust that beautiful cock into the seed. He gripped my hips, pumped deeper and I groaned, "Oh god...that...that's what I love!"
When he pulled out, again, I turned and gazed at his beautiful body; his muscled chest was hinted with sweat and his cock looked even better...thick, manly and shiny with seed.
