Author's note: If you've read previous chapters, you'll know the series is about two guys, embracing and exploring bisexuality. Marty was my second boyfriend, while I was his first, and there was always this heady excitement or exuberance in the relationship. Hardly uncommon, when you're like newlyweds, we just wanted to be with each other, and sex always played a dominant role. You know...you can't help it...and you can't get enough.
Please let me know what you think...I always love the feedback. One reader told me he was inspired by the series to buy a dildo (8 x 2" of course). He didn't say whether he named it Marty or Rob, but he "enjoys it while reading about their steamy encounters." I suspect he's looking for a real one, with comparable dimensions...or maybe two, his Marty and Rob...enjoy!
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I guess I was dreaming about our vacation and woke up to the sound of loons in my head. We were headed to the UP for a week in a cabin, on Lake Superior. It was fairly isolated on a peninsula, with little or no access...you had to get there by boat...or hike over rough terrain.
But back to Marty and what was about to happen...he was spooning me with a big hardon. I remember my heart racing, and I smiled with the thought that he was leaving an impression in my butt cheek.
I reached round and gently stroked it, "Mmmm, that is amazing...are you serving breakfast sausage this morning?"
He put it between my cheeks, "I got the sausage, if you want sausage!" Just by his voice, I could tell that he was wearing a sexy grin.
I reached for the lube on the nightstand, and handed it to him, "Yeah, I want it...put it in me."
I got up on my knees, looking back to watch him stroke on lube. I groaned when I felt the head tease my hole. My yearning need was indescribable...I wanted him inside me...I wanted my hunky boyfriend inside me.
I remember pushing back and trying to grind, and he teased, "Yeah, somebody's horny." He laughed, "Sorry, hungry for sausage," and his hands gripped tighter, spreading me open.
I looked back, "Mmmm...you want some of that, don't you?" Before he answered, I smiled, "It's yours...it's all yours!"
We both groaned as he pushed inside, and moaned, "Oh fuck...that's good!"
"How's that feel," he asked?
"Ahhhh yeah...you're so fucking thick...I love it! Go deeper...but go slow...ahhhh...ahhhh...yeah, fuck me!"
I was anxious, and responding with pleasured moans, as he worked his dick deeper. When he was completely buried, he whispered, "Fuck, yer tight...so fucking tight," kissing me on the neck.
I started grinding back into him, "Mmmm...yeah...yeah, I'm tight...and you're fucking thick...fuck me!"
Pulling out almost completely, before driving back in, he did that over and over...gently at first...until I could handle more and begged for it. I moaned, "Fuck Marty...oh god yeah...yeah...yeah...yeah, fuck my ass!" Absolutely nothing else mattered; I worked his big, manly cock with my ass, and he just kept fucking.
As he pumped me, he stroked my cock, and it all felt so good...his big cock...his warm, gentle hand. I felt everything all at once...the heat of his cock...lust...pleasure...ecstasy...everything.
I wish I could say it was like some hot porn, where we switched positions three or four times, and it lasted forever, but I was so horny; I don't think I lasted more than ten minutes. It went too fast...his long, satisfying thrusts sent waves of pleasure through me, and his hunky body slammed into mine, over and over.
It felt so good, and he moaned, "Dude...uhhhh...uhhhh...love to bottom, but...but this's fuckin' hot!"
I felt his thick, heavy balls tumble over mine with wet slaps, but then he pulled out. I looked back to see him grinning, trying to push things back. He was choking his big dick and laughing, "Almost lost it, there...got a sausage with a short fuse...I guess."
I spread my cheeks for him, and he poked at the tiny gap; I thought I was going to explode, when he pushed back inside.
I looked back, and he grinned, "Damnnnnn...that feels good...just take it easy on me...it won't take long."
His hips grinded my ass, and I moaned, pushing back against him. When he reached around to jack me again, I was leaking arousal, and moaning, "Cum in me...give it to me...yeah...yeah, give me that load!"
It seemed like he was ready and waiting that very moment, because he started thrusting wildly, "Uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...fuck...so good...that ass's...ass's so goooood!" Then, "Ohhhh...fuckkkkkkkkkk," he yelled, pumping his load inside me! He flooded my ass, thrusting into me till his balls were empty.
As if each thrust forced more drool from my cock, I savored every second of his finish, but I was thankful he kept going. Burying his cock, over and over, he drove that beautiful tool deep, hitting all the right spots.
Filled with all that manly warmth, I nudged his hand aside and took over. I was on the brink and jerking faster.
With my head in the clouds, and wanking like a wild man, I grunted loud and sprayed the sheets. My whole body shuddered with release, and I spasmed around the manly flesh, squeezing my man's big gorgeous cock.
I remember when I finished, he pulled me tight, pushing his cock as deep as he could, and gently kissing my neck. There was just quiet and a warm morning light bathing the room, and I watched him scoop seed from the sheets.
He brought it to his lips, licked his finger, and groaned, "That was fucking incredible!"
With his dick still deep inside, I pushed my body back against his, and whispered, "Mmmm...yeah...yeah it was."
Basking in the afterglow, he pulled from my ass, and I shuddered as the warm seed slowly trickled out. He dragged the tip between my cheeks and pushed some of it back inside.
Still hard enough, he thrust that beautiful cock into the seed. He gripped my hips, pumped deeper and I groaned, "Oh god...that...that's what I love!"
When he pulled out, again, I turned and gazed at his beautiful body; his muscled chest was hinted with sweat and his cock looked even better...thick, manly and shiny with seed.
When our eyes met, I grinned, "This vacation, together, is going to be amazing!"
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We were so tired from all the travel that day...we had to run between terminals to make our connection at O'Hare...but the water taxi was right on time, and the dude helped us load and unload all our supplies. The cabin had the basics, but we stopped for beer and whiskey...and some food. The guy joked with us about crashing the party. We offered him a beer, but he had three more stops. Anyway, we got everything put away before we cracked the beers...we were out on the little dock, drinking and taking in the view.
Marty was laying out on a towel, wearing some sexy underwear...they were tight, clingy and speedo-like. He looked smokin' hot...his body glistened with hints of sweat and the bright sun highlighted the muscled contours. I loved the way his cock looked through the thin fabric; even flaccid, it was thick and manly, with a big, tasty plum at the tip.
I was sitting back against a post with my knees propped up, but I sat the bottle down and slipped my shirt off, tossing it aside, "Wow...I guess it's the sun, but it's getting hot out here."
Looking over at me, he grinned, "I think you're free to take it all off...in fact, I'd strongly urge you to take it all off...just use that other towel to lay on."
I pushed my shorts and underwear down, letting things hang and bob free. I tossed things into a pile and spread the towel next to his. Wearing only hiking socks, I looked around, over the water and out to some islands and the distant shoreline, "Nobody...I see nobody...we saw that one boat when we came in...but that was it."
I took hold of my dick, pumped my hips, fucking through my fist, like it was a pussy. I looked over at Marty and laughed, "Damn, that feels good!"
When I wrapped my fingers around the shaft, and picked up the pace, his eyes widened. He was fixated on my growing dick, and I savored each pleasured stroke...it had been a long day and it was time to relax.
"Um...you got no choice then, but to keep going...I know I'm enjoying it." That's when he pushed his underwear aside and pulled it out. He started stroking and watching me...just like he was watching porn, but I was the porn...I loved being his spank bait.
Minutes passed and his eyes never left, savoring each and every detail of my masturbation. Eventually, his body stiffened, and he grunted as his dick erupted, spraying his chest. One...two...three...and then it trickled over his hand; not his biggest cumshot, but it was big and sexy as hell. Nestled in his abs, it glistened, and I thought...now, I'm the one watching porn, and Marty totally fits the part...he's my pornstar.
He grinned, "Fuck dude, that was fuckin' awesome! But I wanna watch you finish...cum for me, dude!"
I was a way off, but I regained some focus and went for it, stroking myself for Marty...and myself. I groaned, working the head with my fist, teasing the ridge, and sending pleasured impulses through my body.
Again, his gaze never left the throbbing erection, but he decided to help, pushing my hand aside; I groaned as he let out a deep breath and wrapped his hand tight around the rock-hard shaft and started jacking.
This definitely upped the tempo, and I groaned, "Fuck...ahhhh...ahhhh...yeah...that's it...keep it up...yeah...yeah, I'm gonna cum...gonna cum!"
With arousal already starting to bead, I looked up, "Fuck...fuck...Marty...oh god...yeah...yeah...keep it up...keep it up!"
Our eyes met and he looked at me with his smoldering gaze and started licking; I watched him treasuring his man's pleasure. "Fuckkkkkkk...damn, that's hot," I groaned, as he swirled his tongue over the head.
When he pushed it between his lips, and started bobbing up and down the shaft, I desperately grabbed a handful of hair, "Fuck yeah...yeah...yeah...take yer man's cock...yer man's big cock...yeah...yeah!"
