Authors: K.A. Merikan
“You still hungry?” he growled, lust burning in his eyes.
“Yes please!” James looked up at him, simply hypnotized and turned his head to lick the salty skin on the penises’ head. In this one moment, he felt he could do it forever. Gaze locked with his, Ira hissed, apparently struggling for control as he drew back with his hips just enough to allow him more access to his privates.
“Suck it!” he commanded impatiently, tightening his grip on James’ hair. He seemed so powerful like this.
“Tell me about your first,” asked James, before he opened his mouth, ready to take the stiff cock deep inside like the men in the pictures. Pleasuring Ira was such a wonderful feeling, as if he always belonged on his knees, in front of a man. He didn’t really care anymore if he was being degraded or if he was embarrassed. It only mattered that they both wanted this there and then. He sucked hard and moaned in a deep nasal tone, with his hands on the sailor's thighs.
“Oh shit!” hissed Ira, throwing his head back while his whole body tensed beneath the other man’s touch. “Such a hungry, hungry mouth...” he breathed, taking a moment to compose himself and look down again. “I was fourteen... and he sucked me in St. James’ park... drank me to the last drop... such a cumslut the old man was...” Ira’s breath was coming in sharp gasps, as he forced his partner to lift his face a bit and started to thrust into his mouth cautiously. “Now look at me, boy,” he gasped, his eyes dark and needy, “Fancy that ‘ot meat down your throat... do ya?” he mumbled, closing his eyelids for a split second.
James looked up slowly, taking his time to admire the strong belly in front of him. His eyes watered as the penis was reaching his throat but he didn’t flinch, eager to please. And the story Ira told him... Oh... that sounded like something he’d like to do. Suck him off to the last drop. The penis pulsed in his mouth and the smell radiating from the other man’s crotch made his stomach flutter: it was musky and extremely masculine. Ira gave him time to adjust to the pressure and drew back every other time to allow him to breathe freely, but the pace and strength of his thrusts increased bit by bit and soon, he was fucking the aristocrat’s hungry mouth with abandon. James’ head was spinning at the teasing touch of his partner’s pubic hair, the taste of raw flesh on his tongue as the fat cock entered him over and over, with Ira’s scrotum slapping against his chin. The younger man’s moans only made him more ready to come and James’ soft fingers kept running up and down his thighs, feeling their firmness. He felt owned by Ira, a commoner, who was now his master.
From the deep, guttural noises the other man was making above him, he knew he was close and suddenly, Ira withdrew rapidly, strengthening the hold on his hair even more. “Open up wide!” he demanded, jerking himself off in a rapid rhythm. James immediately complied and his partner moved closer, the tip of his dick bumping into the sides of his mouth until it finally began to spill. “Oh fuck!” hissed Ira heavily as thick spurts of cum hit the inside of his companion’s mouth. “Drink it up, boy! You know you need it!”
Some of the sperm dribbled down James’ chin and landed on his torso, but he swallowed most of it eagerly, panting and looking at Ira like he was some kind of revelation. "Delicious. Sticky and sweet," he whispered with passion.
“Oh God!” the older man breathed, knocking him down to the mattress and enforcing a savage kiss. He sucked on his tongue, grabbing the other man’s erect penis and pumping it urgently. “You’re so fucking incredible!” Ira gasped, sliding down and onto the floor as he took James’ hips in a bruising grip and swallowed his aching cock in one go.
“Fuck!” James groaned hoarsely. This hot, slick wetness made him orgasm almost instantly. It took only a few moves of Ira’s tongue and lips up and down his prick. His body was on fire and nothing mattered anymore, as he lay on the fresh bedding, sweaty and gasping for air. The mattress moved and he was swept into a welcoming embrace, hot, sticky lips seeking his own and large hands grabbing his round buttocks possessively. He could taste his own and Ira’s cum as they kissed slowly, gently. It felt like heaven.
Behind the dirty windows it was about noon and sunshine poured into the room, making them forget that they were in a dangerous place. Both tired, they cuddled on the bed, touching and kissing...
“I have never felt so good,” whispered James between one kiss and another. The burn on his face was like a mosquito bite in the face of what he was feeling now.
“Yea?” Ira asked breathlessly, letting his hands wander. “I never had anyone like you before” he confessed.
“You mean an almost undead, with burns on his face?” James laughed, even though he didn’t find it very funny himself. Dark eyes caught his gaze intently.
“No, someone so clean and...” Ira trailed off, playing with his pubes languidly, “so different.”
“I do like to be clean,” agreed James, trying not to smile too widely because of the pain in his jaw, which became stronger after the oral treatment he gave his partner.
“Well, ya won’t be anymore once I’m through with ya” Ira laughed, biting his lip gently.
“Cock juice isn’t ‘dirt’,” he said, looking at Ira with a sly smile.
The older man’s breath hitched. “You’re nearest to ‘perfect’ of all them I knew,” he said, stroking his partner’s side gently.
“So you better have burnt me into health,” James sighed, wrapping his arms around Ira’s neck once again. He loved how strong the other man was, with his firm shoulders and thighs.
“Only if you let me fuck ya again” Ira laughed lowly.
“I may just have to give my consent...” James smiled gently, and stroked his tattooed arm.
“Do ya?” Ira kissed him again, his tense body shivering slightly.
“I didn’t know men like you asked for permission...” said James and kissed him back. Strands of wet hair were stuck to his face.
“I like my boys willin’n’ready” Ira confessed, playing with his locks.
“Not such a rough man after all,” James laughed, kissing his jaw.
“Oh yeah?” Ira breathed, licking his lips and suddenly taking hold of his hair again.
“So it seems...” James kept provoking him and rubbed his thigh against the side of Ira’s body. The man’s lips stretched into a wicked smile as his dark eyes lit up.
“On your feet,” he instructed, letting go of him and quickly getting out of bed. His broad back looked so delicious that James felt the urge to shower it with hungry kisses. He did get up though, curious of what Ira had in mind, as his own imagination only consisted of them both between the sheets. The bed was made of thick pieces of wood, with a high headboard and a footer that was almost half its size. The older man strolled to the footboard and shot James an expectant look. “Come 'ere and bend over.”
James let out a short pant, looking Ira up and down. He moved closer to the other man, with a strange mix of fright and excitement. With a deep breath, he stood with his back to the sailor and clenched his hands on the footer. He felt exposed like never before, but didn’t really feel ashamed anymore. Being with Ira made him too comfortable for that. Not even once did he feel not accepted or criticized for his eager behavior. His skin tingled as warm hands touched his backside, fingertips slowly running up and down his buttocks in a delightfully arousing caress. The simple contact set James’ skin on fire.
“I see another ‘ungry hole down’ere,” Ira breathed with a pleased tone. “Bet it's starving to be stuffed.”
“I’m not sure... But I imagine it does.” James swallowed, looking at him over his shoulder with a red face.
“Like that of the boy in the drawing?” asked the older man teasingly, stroking his partner's back, his penis fitting between his buttocks.
Finding himself unable to even utter a word, James simply nodded, slouching further forward and putting his hands on the bed. Because of this position and the memory of the drawing, his cock was already stiff and erect against the wood of the footer. He felt his partner patting his buttock, before giving it a light, but loud slap.
“What’d the boy say to the man?” Ira insisted.
James opened his lips in silent shock, but he was definitely not displeased with what was happening. “He’d ask him to stick in his fat... meaty cock...,” he whispered, surprised by himself, that he actually said it, but Ira made him feel at ease with his fantasies.
Ira’s laugh broke the silence and he slapped him again. “Naughty boy,” he commented, swirling his fingertips over the younger man’s butt.
James panted desperately. He was curious of how it would feel, hoping it wouldn’t hurt much. After what he had been through today though, he didn’t think it could be even one bit as bad. “I can’t help it!” he said a bit louder, grinding his backside into Ira’s fingers. It felt so good to be touched there, he already had goosebumps. And when the sailor was lying on top of him in bed, it felt like being possessed. Simply ecstatic.
“You want it?” demanded Ira in a rough voice, grinding his growing cock in between the ass cheeks.
“I do!” James moaned, “I want you all over me,” he said hoarsely, tensing his back muscles.
“Then show me what you got!” hissed the other man, withdrawing from him with a pinch to his thigh.
“Huh...?” James looked over his shoulder, his wet hair in a mess.
Ira’s face was slightly flushed, excitement clearly visible in the man’s eyes. “You spread’em, boy! Come on!”
James quickly did as he was told, looking back at the bed. “Is this good?” he panted. He felt a rush of cold air on his hole, but then he saw Ira bending down slightly and before he knew it, there was a hot tongue probing at his entrance. His insides melted as he moaned unexpectedly, succumbing to the expert touch. Ira kneaded his buttocks gently, swirling the wet muscle over his anus several times. He stood on the tips of his toes, bending over so much, that he could touch the bed with his cheek. The sensation was amazing and something he'd never even really thought of. Ira’s moan told him just how much he enjoyed it himself. The man alternated between caressing the inner slope of his buttocks and jabbing his tongue inside of James’ tight entrance. His muscles gave in quickly, letting the probing tongue inside. It’s soft, slick structure made him shiver, but suddenly, it was replaced by something harder, which must have been one of Ira’s little fingers. The intrusion felt a bit strange, but could not be described as unpleasant.
“Not enough, huh?” Ira breathed, excitement clearly present in his voice. He held his other arm over James’ backbone, gently tickling the hip with his fingers. The younger man tensed up for a moment, all nervous, but after a short while he got used to the feeling. The sole idea of being penetrated and owned sent shivers down his spine. It struck him that maybe he simply needed someone like Ira to own him. The man’s confidence radiated from him from the first moment they met. He'd met rugged men before: butchers, blacksmiths, soldiers, but even if any of them had been interested, they would never have had the guts to approach him and reach for what they wanted.
Soon, Ira’s fist was lightly hitting his backside as he moved the finger in and out energetically, lapping at the stretching entrance every now and then. After a while, the man replaced the pinky with his thumb. He spat at the anus and probed it with the larger finger, slowly, deliberately stretching the muscle even further. As it finally gave in, Ira laughed with satisfaction, jabbing it in over and over, adding more saliva as needed.
James let out a moan with every thrust, spreading his legs shamelessly and gripping the sheet in his fists. He saw stars at the sudden stab of discomfort as the other man hooked his thumb into one side of his anus and pulled, suddenly opening James up. His legs trembled, struggling to support his weight.
“Wait” Ira said, suddenly withdrawing to retrieve the small jar he left at the bedside table.
“I’m not going anywhere...,” muttered the younger man, following Ira with his gaze. The man awarded him with a broad smile, as he returned to him, once again delivering a slap.
“Talking back, are you?!” he breathed and James heard the sound of the metal jar opening. It soon landed far on the bed. Immediately, a blunt presence appeared at his entrance, pushing on it only slightly.
The aristocrat let out a short laugh, followed by a high-pitched moan. “I’m just saying...!”
“You’ll start screaming now,” Ira hissed, applying pressure over and over again, yet not entering the other man yet. “Because you want my cock so much!”
James tensed from time to time, feeling as if he was about to be penetrated to the core, yet, Ira kept withdrawing. He closed his eyes, focused on just the sensual aspects of the touch. The sole idea of the prick’s head pressing against his body, made him ache for release. Slippery fingers, he supposed, were a good indication of how it will feel. “Ah... Do it!” he moaned, “Push it in!”
A sharp laugh came from behind him and instead of what he wanted, another slap was delivered to his bottom. “What’n’where?” Ira demanded in a husky voice.
“You know what to do!” said James, with a long, shaky breath, not wanting to exactly say it. At this point his insides were already craving the unknown pleasure. He held onto the sheet with a firm grasp, hot with excitement.
“Still want ya to say it” Ira demanded, repeatedly patting the anus with his heavy member pushing James into a frenzy.
“Do it please!” he said in a quiet, raspy tone. “Slide your cock in deep!” James let out another short moan and ground his buttocks into Ira’s crotch like a cat in heat. In an instant, the fat cockhead breached his entrance, sliding into James up to the hilt. The other man let out a ragged gasp, his body lowering itself on his partner’s back, immobilizing him with its weight. Oxygen was violently pushed out of James’ lungs as he felt a strong hand gripping his hair right over the nape of his neck. “Oh God yes!” he exclaimed, in a mix of pain and pleasure, that only got his own cock yearning for satisfaction. He felt absolutely out of control and it was simply delectable. His legs parted even more, ready to take what was coming. “So deep...!” he mumbled with no particular, reasonable thought in his mind. There was surprisingly only a hint of discomfort, as he was still adjusting to understand the new feeling of being owned.