Marshall found himself transfixed by the sight before him—Lee's perfect pucker. Generally it was Lee who feasted on Marshall's hole, but when Lee was in the mood, he allowed Marshall the privilege of tasting him there.
"Come on, buttercup, I don't have all night."
Marshall knew Lee was only teasing. He glanced up to see that slow, lazy smile that went straight to his heart, and he had to grin himself. "Don't think you can last that long, old-timer?" he taunted him.
Lee snorted. "I'm no punk kid, like certain people I could name. I last as long as I choose to last, and not a moment longer. You'd do well to remember that."
"Yes, Sir," Marshall murmured softly. He dipped his head and buried his nose in Lee's dark pubic hair for just a moment, inhaling his familiar scent. He could get off on that enticing smell alone. They'd made a bet once having to do with push-ups. Seeing who could do the most. The loser had to shave off all his pubic hair.
Marshall never realized how much his crotch could itch until his hair began to grow back. Damn, that man had stamina for days.
He dragged his tongue softly across Lee's taint until he reached his goal. Then he circled the hole lightly, teasingly. He felt Lee's body relax into his touch, knew he enjoyed Marshall's ministrations.
"Fingers too?" Marshall questioned.
"Mmmhmmm," Lee murmured his assent.
Marshall was free to use tongue and fingers, with Lee's permission, but he dreamed of more. One day he hoped to slide between Lee's thighs, bury himself to the hilt inside of Lee, and pleasure him in the same way Lee pleasured him. Completely, thoroughly, without reservation. So far, that had never come to pass. But whenever he asked Lee about it, Lee never said no, either. So Marshall held out hope he'd be able to fuck him some day.
Marshall took advantage of nature's lube, wetting his fingers in Lee's pre-cum. He slid two slicked digits inside Lee's tight channel, twisting them slightly, the way he knew Lee liked. Lee's answering moan was confirmation he'd made the right move.
"Oh yeah, just like that."
Marshall twisted his fingers again. He reached for Lee's prostate and pegged it with practiced ease. Lee's answering moan was confirmation he'd hit the nail square on the head.
Lee's muscles gripped Marshall's fingers tightly. They had an assortment of toys they liked to play with, but most of the toys were used on Marshall, although Lee was known to indulge at times. While ordering online was both easy and discreet, there was something to be said for seeing what you were buying up close and personal. In a city the size of San Antonio, they could do just that, while retaining their anonymity. Added an element of fun into going to the big city.
Marshall kept stroking that small bundle of nerves, rewarded for his efforts by the increasing seepage of Lee's cock. He ran his tongue over the head, lapping up the salty fluid, drawing it into his mouth and swallowing it. There'd be more of that later; he had a different goal for now.
He eased his fingers from Lee's warmth and replaced them with his tongue, flicking it in and out of Lee's hole rapidly. Now Lee fairly vibrated with pleasure. He wound his fingers in Marshall's hair, secure but not too tight, allowing him the freedom of his head.
