Small Town Lover

Suddenly the foreplay wasn't enough. He needed some hard action, and he needed it NOW. A month of watching his beautiful boy, but not touching his body, had caught up to him. With no warning, he dove for Lance's cock, ta it it in down to the root. The boy's body bowed in shock and ecstasy, shoving himself even farther down Chris' throat. Which was fine, sick all Chris wanted was to low low his boy down inside his own skin, and keep him there.

"Chris... oh jesus, baby... oh god, SUCK me..." Lance was just that quick, harder than granite and ready to pop.

So chris' mouth let the hard flesh slip away, and traveled downwards, hot tongue darting out to lick over the heavy, tender balls, leaving Lance quaking in its wake.

With the knowledge that he really couldn't (and didn't want to) wait much longer, Chris gently rolled his lever over on his belly, leaning down to lick under the boy'd ear and whisper, "I love you. I want you."

Lance shivered, anticipation making his heart pound. He broke out in a light sweat, quivering again when Chris leaned down to taste the nape of his neck.

"You taste so good, baby. I want to lick you all over." The older man's voice was hoarse with passion.

Chris began licking and kissing a trail down Lance's spine, taking his time to nibble each vertebre before ending up at the sexy dip in Lance's lower back. He spent an inordinate amount of time there, with just his lips on the sensitive skin, resting. After a while Lance wiggled his hips impatiently, drawing a fond chuckle from Chris.

"Don't worry, beautiful. I'll give you what you want." And with that said, Chris kissed a soft butt cheek before rising to go look through the duffle they'd packed with their supplies. He heard the soft whimper his lover gave, grinning to himself. He pulled out the lube and a condom, leaving the "toys" for later. Right now he had to get inside his boy.

Chris approached the bed, his cock stiff against his belly. He stopped to admire the beauty of his lover's body, the firm globes of his ass a siren, calling to every part of him. He tossed the supplies to one side, taking the muscular hips in his hands.

"Raise up baby, so I can love you." He held on as Lance got up on his hands and knees, and Chris groaned at the sight of his lover spread so open for him, small pucker just begging for his attention. He kissed the small of Lance's back again, before gently taking a smooth cheek in each hand and pulling them gently, further, apart. His tongue-tip flicked out over the rosy hole, and Lance jumped in reaction. Chris gave it a long, smooth lick, and Lance crooned at the sensation.

"Oh my... my god," the boy choked out. It felt -- well, incredible. He squeezed his arms around the pillow under his head, the movement angling his hips even higher. The tongue at his entrance was shoved within, and both men moaned.

Rimming was nothing new to Chris, but he'd never been so enthralled with the taste and smell of his partner. His boy's musk wafted over him, stirring him to tongue his lover's ass with more enthusiasm. Ever moan the blonde gave made Chris' cock jump, and his heart pulse. His hands caressed any and all flesh in reach, until Lance was a quivering mass of nerves.

"Ch- Chris!" Lance gasped over his shoulder.

Lick. "Yeah..." Lick. "... baby?"

"Want you to fuck me. Love you. NEED you." The boy wiggled his hips a little to punctuate his words.

Chris nearly came all over the bed. He had to think of ice covered lakes, and wrinkly old ladies for a minute, till he could get a hold of himself.

Giving a last kiss to the now wet, and much-less-tense hole, Chris went for the lube. Popping the cap quickly, he slathered the fingers on one hand before tossing the tube back to the bed.