Marshall thought dinner would never end.
It felt like everyone they knew in Burnham—which was practically the whole town—had decided to eat at Milly's that night. And every one of them had something they needed to say, a story they had to tell, or a question that just had to be asked.
The situation was exacerbated by random pulses shooting through his ass when Lee touched the remote, which he'd brought with him. Of course, Marshall could have told him to stop that and Lee would have, no questions asked. But Marshall wasn't about to do that. It was torture, sure, but of the most exquisite kind. And Marshall knew if he endured it, then his reward would be all the sweeter for having done so.
At least when Roy invited them back to his house to shoot a little pool, Lee graciously declined the invitation, citing pressing business that needed to be taken care of. Roy shook his head at them good-naturedly, and just grinned.
Good thing dinner didn't last any longer than it did. Marshall's legs were almost jelly by the time they got up to go. His ass was on fire, and every nerve ending he possessed was on high alert, in anticipation of what was to come. Lee held out his arm to give him something to hang on to, but Marshall stubbornly refused. He saw amusement glint in Lee's eyes, as well as admiration.
They arrived home in record time, and made a beeline for the bedroom. No more waiting, no more foreplay, no more anticipation. The moment of truth had arrived.
"Undress, boy," Lee directed, and Marshall wasted no time in obeying, his fingers fumbling at every button, his arousal so intense he could almost taste it. Lee also stripped, down to his own bulging erection, evidence of his desire for Marshall. He pointed to the bed, and Marshall lay down, bending his legs, and spreading them apart for Lee's benefit.
When Lee removed the butt plug, Marshall felt an emptiness, an ache that demanded to be filled. He bit back the whimper that threatened to spill from his throat, but he was sure his eyes reflected his neediness. Not to mention, Lee could read him like a book.
Lee knelt between Marshall's legs, laying a tender kiss on either knee, as he inserted two fingers inside of Marshall. "Damn, boy, you're ready for me, aren't you?"
"Sir, yes Sir," Marshall agreed. "Aren't I always ready for you?"
"Hell yes, you are."
Lee teasingly licked along the inside of one thigh, down the length of the leg to the crease. He twisted his fingers inside of Marshall, eliciting a moan.
"You did good tonight, boy," Lee praised him. "You deserve a reward. What would you like?"
Marshall was conflicted. On the one hand, he'd love to take Lee's fat dick into his mouth and suck him off until he screamed. But on the other hand, his need to have that cock inside his ass, fucking him hard, was pretty strong.
What he didn't expect was for Lee to offer him Door Number Three. The chance to do something he'd often dreamed of, but never been allowed to do.
Lee removed his fingers from Marshall's channel, then stretched himself out on top of Marshall, their cocks rubbing deliciously together, as he murmured in Marshall's ear, "How about tonight I fuck you to your heart's delight and tomorrow night, I let
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