Monday, February 24, 2014
“Gonna fuck you; woke up so hard, cop. I had a dream about you last night,” Zack growled.
Before Cassidy could reply he heard the snick of the lube bottle and immediately felt wet fingers sliding into his crack and then Zack’s insistent tapping against his sphincter. His cock throbbed out a welcome as he dropped his head between his shoulders, letting it sink toward the pillow until his forehead touched it. The position forced his ass higher in the air, where he knew Zack wanted it. His biceps burned from the stretch of muscles and he tried not to fight against the handcuffs. Cassidy wanted it this way too; there was nothing better than waking up to a horny Zack, finer than any cup of Joe. A finger breached Cassidy and he groaned as Zack slid the thick digit deep and began twisting. Since Cassidy bottomed almost daily for his big Dom, he didn’t need much preparation and when Zack added a second and then a third finger in rapid succession, Cassidy knew that he’d find himself begging, if Zack didn’t make quick work of getting inside of him soon.
“Ah, fuck me, Zack. I need you now,” he groaned.
Zack leaned over him, blanketing his back with his large muscled body, and spoke softly. “Fight me if you need to, but his can’t be slow, pig. Gotta fuck you hard, bitch.”
Cassidy knew that his lover was deep into the fantasy that he woke up with and he went with it, reminding himself that he was going to have to ask Zack to fill in the details of the dream later. “Fuck me, Zack… take my ass hard,” Cassidy growled. He whimpered as he felt Zack yank his fingers out and shift on the bed, lining up and pushing in. Zack’s thick cock broke through Cassidy’s tight sphincter and Cassidy relaxed, knowing that he was in for quite a ride.
“Yeah, bitch, take that cock,” Zack groaned as Cassidy felt him slide it deeper, pulling out a tiny bit and then pushing in until their balls slapped together. Cassidy always felt full when Zack fucked him and the burn of his internal muscles was something he’d come to need desperately.
Zack leaned over him again, putting both hands on either side of the bed beside Cassidy’s shoulders as he began to drive his cock deeper and deeper, in and out. When Zack hit Cassidy’s prostate on a particularly deep thrust, Cassidy cried out. “Ah, Zack… ah… gonna come!”
“Not yet, pig,” Zack growled. “I know how much you like me fucking your hot ass but you’re gonna wait till I’m through with you. You feel so good around me; you’re gonna feel what it felt like when you cuffed me and fucked me, incompliant bitch. Hold still and take my cock or I’ll let every man here in lock up take their turn on you,” Zack grunted as he continued his thrusts, pounding harder and harder each time.
So that’s what this is! A thrill ran through Cassidy as he realized Zack was fantasizing about turning the tables on the cop and fucking him hard. If the fantasy wasn’t so fucking hot, he would have laughed. Not too long ago, Cassidy might have locked Zack up, when a string of unsolved serial murders connected to Zack’s online BDSM club went unsolved. At one point in time, Cassidy had considered the sexy Dom to be a suspect. At this point though, sharing his life with the gorgeous man was everything he had ever hoped for and Zack fulfilled every single fantasy Cassidy had ever had. And, I will fulfill his…
“Get off me, you fucking perp!” Cassidy yelled, bucking upward and giving Zack a show of struggling against the cuffs. When Zack growled and moaned loudly, Cassidy knew that he was doing it right. “I’ll throw you in jail for the rest of your life!”
Zack squeezed the back of Cassidy’s neck in one hand, pounding in and out as hard as he could and Cassidy felt his cock expand and thicken inside. “Gonna come in you, motherfucker!” Zack yelled. “Gonna fill this tight ass with my spunk. Stop fighting me and take my load, pig.” Zack slapped his ass hard and it sent Cassidy reeling into his own orgasm as the man’s large palm made his ass sting.
Restrained as he was, his own cock harder than a rock, and no way to stroke the come out of himself, Cassidy screamed as he felt Zack’s cock throb deep inside him. “Gonna show you what’s good for you, perp! Wait till I… ahh, ahh ... Jesus!” Cassidy screamed as his own orgasm ripped through him. Come shot out of him onto the sheets of their bed and Zack mercifully reached around, took his dick in hand, and milked more out of him, even as he felt the hot spurts of Zack’s climax filling him deeply.
Monday, February 17, 2014
Ricky yelped as Maverick began to use his teeth through the jersey fabric of his jock strap. Already wet from the precome that he’d been leaking nearly from the moment that his sexy cowboy husband walked through the door of their cabin, he was nearly soaked after Mav started eating him alive. The shared scent of their sex filled the bedroom and Ricky reached down grabbing onto Mav’s curly mahogany locks and began pulling. He knew how ramped up Maverick was and the last thing he wanted, was to stop him when he got like this. Maverick was a tiger in bed most of the time, a very dominant man’s man who loved rough and tumble sex and because Ricky was so much smaller, his big cowboy had an easy time when he wanted to manhandle him all over the bed; Ricky loved it more than anything in the world. Somehow, during Maverick’s nibbling, he managed to hook his thumbs into Ricky’s waistband and dragged it down over his bobbing cock. Ricky’s dick sprung free but before he could even take a breath, it was engulfed in Maverick’s hot, wet, sucking mouth. He sucked on Ricky’s thick head for a second and then firmed his lips, sliding them down to the root as he deep throated him.
“Jesus, Maverick! That’s… ungh…” the words were lost, as Ricky began to babble. The truth was, if you have asked him his own name, he couldn’t have told you at this moment. And it seemed Mav had every intention of robbing him of his sanity. He widened his thighs as Maverick muscled his giant shoulders in between and began going to town, slurping up and down his dick, bottoming it out as Maverick sucked him in whole. For a cowboy who’d lived most of his life in the closet, once he’d come out, Maverick had come WAY out, sucking and fucking Ricky every which way, draped over every piece of furniture in the cabin, and in several of the horse’s stalls in the barn, when no one was around. Not to mention Maverick’s favorite outdoor activity, fucking Ricky blind over the tailgate of one of the ranch’s old pickups. He loved nothing more than packing up a picnic basket, grabbing a bottle of the winery’s best red, and finding a nice quiet oak tree on some remote ranch acreage where he could spread their blanket and having at it all day, sustained only by the vittles they’d brought with them.
Maverick ripped his mouth away from Ricky’s cock on a long drawn out swallow and pulled off with a pop. Ricky looked down just in time to see his tall broad cowboy, lean back, jump up off the bed and literally rip his chaps and jeans from his thighs, yanking them down over his long muscled legs. Ricky noted the absence of any underwear on his cowboy. He’d told them once that he found them confining. He didn’t even bother pulling off his socks before he was stalking back over Ricky again, yanking his jock strap the rest of the way off his legs and sailing it off into the air, probably never to be found again.
“Gonna fuck you, Ricky… gonna fuck you, baby,” Mav drawled. He positioned Ricky under himself, tossing him around like a rag doll and Ricky opened up his arms and legs for him like a flower unfurling its petals.“Fuck me cowboy, do me right…” His voice was breathy and it was a challenge to think of anything else when Mav was like this.
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
His slinky purple dress with the halter top and spangles dangling from the bust line looked exactly like the one Liza had worn in the Academy Award winning Hollywood movie Cabaret. He smoothed the soft flowing fabric down over his slender hips and took a deep breath to calm himself as he stepped out into the corridor and ran right smack dab into the burly chest of his gorgeous cowboy fantasy. Heath stumbled back as Micah nearly tackled him. Micah looked up at Heath who even with Micah’s heels, stood an inch or so taller than himself.
“Oh dear,” Micah gasped.
Heath reached out and grabbed his elbow to steady him as his heels threatened to topple him to the ground. As Micah steadied himself, he met Heath’s bright blue gaze. His cheeks creased with dual dimples as he grinned at Micah.
“Sorry there, Liza; didn’t mean ta trip ya,” the cowboy drawled. A thrill shot through Micah as he pursed his lips and smiled. Suddenly bravado flowed through him and he batted his perfect false eyelashes at the Dom.
“That’s okay, big boy,” he said, putting his fingers on Heath’s chest. “I got it from here.” Heath grinned at him as Micah walked past, his heels clicking on the floor. He walked to the edge of the pit and waited nervously as Red introduced him. His music began and a cheer rose up from the crowd. He stepped into the pit, grabbed the microphone, and began his song.
“What good is sitting alone in your room?”… he sang… “Come hear the music plaaaay… Life is a cabaret old chum… come to the cabaret….” Micah swirled his skirt and shimmied, his falsies doing their magic to the audience as a cheer rose up. He looked out on the packed crowd and grinned. He’d never expected such a turn out. The BDSM club was wall to wall bodies and he had never been so excited. In all his years doing drag, he’d never had such a huge audience. He was thrilled.
“Put down the knitting, the book and the broom…It’s time for a hol-i-daaaay… Life is a cabaret old chum… come to the cabaret….” He shimmied and strutted… “Come taste the wine… come hear the band…” The audience roared their joy as Micah continued. He was having more fun than he’d ever had. As the song went on, he watched the audience sway and get into his performance. He walked on a cloud and when he caught sight of the one man he sought, he was more thrilled than he’d ever been. Heath stood with his back to the bar, clapping in time with the rest of the crowd. Suddenly, it was like Micah was in a time warp and only he and Heath existed in the room. He pranced across the stage, belting out lyrics to the song, happier than he’d been in a very long time. As the song wound down, Micah’s heart soared.
“Life is a cabaret, old chum…” he strutted toward the big finish… “It’s only a ca-ba-ret old chum… and I love…. A… Ca….Bahaaaareeeeey….”
Friday, February 7, 2014
Callum looked down just in time to see Walker grasp his cock in his hand and lick over the head, tugging on the piercing between his teeth before sucking it into his mouth. Callum’s hands once again found Walker’s short hair and he guided his head to slide farther down on him as Walker deep throated him right to the root of his cock. Walker was making growling noises as he slurped and sucked and the vibrations along his shaft and head stimulated Callum even further. He knew there was no way he would withstand this treatment for very long and he pulled on the short strands of his lover’s hair as a warning to pull off. Walker didn’t get the hint and he continued to suck up and down his dick until Callum finally cried out.
“Walker, Walker pull off or you’re gonna get a mouthful of my spunk,” he gasped.
Walker just tightened his lips and drew slowly up the shaft to his cock head where he circled the ridge with his tongue, threading it through the small ring. Callum looked down and Walker was gazing up at him, his eyes filled with abject lust and his lips tight around the shaft. Callum tried to stop the inevitable, not wanting the moment to ever stop, but in the end, he couldn’t hold off. Walker worked him hard with his fist at the base while sucking on the head of his cock and when Walker slipped two slick fingers into his crack and began playing at his rim, that’s all it took. Callum screamed, dug his fingers into Walker’s scalp, and came, feeling his balls empty down his lover’s throat as the ripples of his orgasm shook the very walls of the room.
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
“What the hell is this?” he asked. Walker grinned broadly and closed in on him, backing him up toward the bed.
“What do you think it is, Tryst?” he growled. Callum nearly came in his faded blue jeans. His cock was already hard, just being close to the hot man. Closeted in a room with nothing but a bed was giving him a severe case of horny and he sure as hell hoped that he’d guessed right about Walker’s intentions. Walker reached out and put his arms around Callum’s waist, drawing him close. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he said. His voice was laced with lust and Callum shivered in his arms as he settled his own hands on Walker’s tight ass. Their groins met and Callum instantly felt Walker’s erection as it rubbed up along his belly. He looked up into Walker’s exquisite face and he was instantly lost as he lowered his mouth and took his lips in a blistering kiss. All the feelings of longing for something that he’d never had came rushing in all at once.
Walker’s lips firmed on his and Callum felt his tongue slide over his. Callum relaxed and let him in. Walker’s taste exploded in his mouth as their tongues dueled. Pleasure washed over him as he was drawn into what was about to happen with the huge man and when Walker moaned, Callum nearly came undone. He’d had several lovers but never one like this, so aggressive and strong. Callum felt as though he was literally being swept off his feet as Walker pushed him back on the bed and crawled right over him, never breaking the bond of their mouths. Walker growled as he tore his mouth away and looked down on him, yanking the cambric out of Callum’s jeans and running his hands up over his chest. He stopped at Callum’s nipples and pinched, tugging on the barbells currently threaded through them. Callum gasped from the sheer pleasure that shot through him.