Tuesday, 25 March 2014

The Physiotherapist by Olley White.

For Peachy Pretty Lashes, Queen of the clubhouse and Unicorn extraordinaire. Here and here is my inspiration for this story. Images are NSW.

The Physiotherapist

Deacon slid across the ice, his blades skimming the surface as his stick aimed for the puck. His grip tightened and he pushed his arm forward, watching briefly as the disk flew across the surface towards the goal. As soon as he saw it was aimed in the right direction he turned and skated down the rink, feeling the whoosh of air as his team mate sped past him.

‘Nicely done,’ called Brett, slapping him on the back as he skidded to a stop alongside him. ‘Now if only your aim is that good on Saturday, we might actually win this week.’

‘I know, you just can’t do without me.’ Deacon grinned through his mask.

‘You joke mate but it’s the truth. Don’t do anything to pull that hamstring again before the end of the season, hey.’ Deacon just shrugged, he wasn’t promising anything.

Thursday night practices used to be his favourite night of the week. England wasn’t exactly known for its ice hockey prowess but the Cambridge Kings weren’t bad for a small time team. Okay they were never going to be the LA Kings, and Deacon wasn’t destined to be the next Drew Doughty, but they had fun and played hard – both on and off the rink.

Seven weeks ago though Deacon had collided with another player, the memory of the searing pain that shot through his leg as he was twisted to the ice would forever be etched in his brain. Unable to weight bear he’d been stretchered off the rink; it was the most dramatic thing to have happened at a Cambridge King’s game since, well, forever. The embarrassment of being lugged about by a couple of paramedics was only out-weighed by the fact that he knew he was just a second away from giving in to the pain and crying. Jack, the team physiotherapist, had taken one look at him and told the paramedics he’d handle it. Given that he used to be one of them and they were confident he knew what he was doing, they were quite happy to leave Deacon in his care.

Jack hadn’t mentioned the pain, just handed him a wad of tissues, some ibuprofen and made him lay on his stomach while he applied an ice-pack. By the time the painkillers had started working Deacon was fully composed again and mightily pissed off at the hockey he was going to have to miss. Jack had promised him he’d make him forget all about it – the pain and the missed games, but it wasn’t until a week or so later that Deacon realised just how true that was.

He felt the familiar heat stirring in his body as he thought of Jack, thought of Jack’s hands, of Jack’s body, of.....his cock twitched and he forced himself to think of something else. It wasn’t working he realised when the coach called his name, obviously not for the first time.

‘Sorry coach, I, er..’

‘Is it your leg Deacon? I don’t want you on this ice until it’s properly better,’ his coach barked across the rink.

‘It’s fine...’ Deacon started to say when the thought of Jack and his hands and the empty massage room crept back into his head. ‘I mean it has been fine, it just twinged a bit is all.’ He shrugged, ‘I’ll be okay.’

‘No you won’t, off the ice now – I’ll send Jack through to you and you might get to play Saturday.’

‘You’re the boss,’ Deacon said, hiding his smirk behind a gloved hand, he loved it when a plan – or at least an errant dirty thought – came together. There was still over an hour of practice left and Deacon planned on making use of every minute of it. Remembering to wince a little as he passed the coach, he made his way through to the changing rooms where he stripped off his training gear, grabbed a towel and went into the little room at the back that Jack used.

The sounds of blades slipping over ice, the echoed yells of his team-mates and the thwack of hockey sticks were perfectly audible in Jack’s room, only a thin plasterboard wall separated him from the rink. The grungy smell of lingering sweat that was the default smell of the changing room fought for nostril space with the lemon anti-bacterial spray Jack cleaned his room with. Dropping his towel to the floor Deacon debated for half a second whether to close the door or not. Not he decided with a grin, decision made he lay on the therapy bed face first with the door wide open.

The small room had a desk in the corner and the only place the bed would fit was directly in front of the door. Deacon positioned himself carefully so the first thing Jack would see when he walked in the room was his arse framed by the elastic of his jock strap, round and peachy and just for him.

Then he waited. Jack had been in the stands watching practice, he knew Deacon was through here – he also knew there wasn’t a damn thing wrong with his leg anymore so he’d have guessed what Deacon was up to. The thing was Jack liked to be in charge, Deacon may have called the move on this one but now it was Jack’s game. He’d approve of the open door though, Deacon was sure of that.

His heart raced in his chest, anticipation building, as he over-analysed every little sound. The clock on the wall ticked each second loudly, the team on the ice and the shrill bite of the coach’s whistle. Somewhere a door banged open or maybe shut. His cock throbbed as the expectation grew, hard against the tight fabric of his strap Deacon willed himself not to grind into the thin mattress beneath him.

Cold air blew over his arse, the ice rink was never exactly warm, and he felt delightfully exposed, anyone could walk in, anyone. Another door slammed and footsteps sounded in the changing room. Every nerve in his body tingled as he hoped it was Jack and not one of the other players, fear of being caught, of revealing himself like this heightened his senses. While the sane part of his brain told himself to move, to shut the door, the side that sought the thrills revelled in the not knowing. Come was already seeping from him, soaking the thick fabric of the pouch
Light footsteps came closer, the gentle squeak of rubber soles on tiled floor. He wriggled a little, arched his back a bit more, proudly presenting his backside to whoever came through that door. Obviously if it wasn’t Jack he was royally screwed.

‘Now that’s a fine sight for sore eyes,’ the gruff tones that never failed to set him on fire uttered. ‘A fine sight. Need a little servicing do you Deac?’ Deacon nodded, not quite trusting himself to speak. ‘Hmm, well that’s fine by me, you know I do like the thought that anyone could come by and see you showing yourself like this, I’m not sure I want you moving from this spot.’ He rounded the table and pulled a small crepe bandage from the first aid box on the wall. ‘I think I might just tie you in this position, what do you say to that Deac?’
Deacon just groaned in response and let Jack bind each wrist to the legs of the table. Strictly speaking he could move them if he needed to, but the feeling of being bound, the trust he placed in Jack to do this was a huge turn on for them both.

‘Oh Deacon, you really have the prettiest backside I’ve ever seen.’ Jack ran his hand lightly over the contours of Deacon’s arse, trailing a thumb gently down the crease.

‘Fuck,’ Deacon moaned.

‘Soon, boy, soon.’ The promise was more than enough to send another frisson through him, cause more pre-come to leak from his dick.

‘So this thigh is playing up again is it?’ asked Jack clasping his hands firmly round it and rubbing. The massage was in no way medical but administered with the sole purpose of arousal. Fingers pushed into the thick, muscled thighs rubbing, creeping closer to Deacon’s balls. He pulled and pushed the skin, skimming across his butt cheeks, a whisper of a touch on his knob, always moving and touching and Deacon bucked into the contact, wanting more.

Then Jack was on the bed behind him, the coarse denim of his jeans rubbing against the back of Deacon’s legs as Jack swept his hands firmly up his back. Deacon arched into him, half wishing he could turn round, half enjoying the immobility.  Rough lips bit at the back of his neck, the sharp scratch of Jack’s stubble sending shivers down his spine.

Jack’s body covered him, as his teeth found the sensitive spot below Deac’s ear and soft breath blew across his skin.  The soft cotton of his shirt was a sharp contrast to the nips he was getting, to the teeth biting and sucking at him. Hands that were strong but surprisingly soft left their grip on his shoulders and wound under him caressing his nipples, twirling and tweaking, pinching and pulling – a delicious pain that was nearly, but not quite, too much.

A loud groan escaped Deacon’s lips, only a small part of his brain still aware of the hockey practice just the other side of the wall. The noises of the team had faded into the background and the deep timbre of Jack’s voice, the sound of hands skimming over skin, the hum of his own low moans, were all Deacon could hear.
The pressure in his jock strap was nearly painful as every touch of Jack’s made his cock harder and harder.

‘Jack, please,’ he uttered bucking forward trying to relieve the pressure. Skilled hands slipped under the elastic and pulled the strap away, now Deacon was fully exposed, his cock throbbing and leaking but free.

‘Patience boy,’ said Jack moving away and lowering his mouth to Deacons skin once more. Hands rubbed up the front of his thighs, almost but not quite touching him where he needed to be touched. Teasingly close. Achingly close. His mouth nipped the firm skin of his butt, sucking enough to mark. Heated breath skimmed over his opening and, gently pulling his cheeks apart so he was fully open, a warm, slick tongue flicked into the crease. It licked and rubbed, every movement causing Deacon to call out, completely beyond caring who could hear.

The tongue worked its magic and, just when Deacon thought he could tolerate it no more, Jack pulled back and undid his jeans. The sound of the belt clinking undone and the rasp of the zipper pulling down was music to Deacon’s ears. He pushed back into Jack, longing to feel the silky hardness of the other man inside him. A packet ripped open and seconds later Jack nudged his entrance with his cock. Need built inside him as he slowly pushed back, sighing when Jack’s knob breached his entrance. A firm hand gripped his cock and, with the denim of Jack’s jeans scratching at the back of his legs, Deacon began to move. He felt Jack pick up the rhythm, harder and faster and oh fuck yes, just there, like that, fuck...

‘...fuck Jack harder, harder. I need you. Fuck me.’ He repeated this litany as Jack pounded into his arse. The bandages chafed softly at his wrists and Jack’s fingers wrapped tightly round his shaft pumping him, pumping him, pump...oh hell.

‘I’m gonna come,’ he hissed arching into the hammering in his arse, letting Jack rub once more over the magic spot inside before, his own, warm come spurted onto his chest. Jack groaned pulling Deacon nearer as his own release happened. They stayed like that, kneeling on the bed, wrapped together while the dizziness of orgasm passed. The piercing sound of the coach’s whistle finally brought them round and Jack slipped off the bench behind Deacon, got rid of the condom and zipped himself back up.

‘Now do I leave you or untie you,’ he teased as he reached forward for the bandages. Now his lust had been sated, the idea of being caught arse in the air sent a chill through Deacon but he just grinned and knelt up as the bandage bonds were released. He cupped Jack’s wiry chin in his hands and pulled him forward for a kiss, tasting his own musky scent in the other man’s mouth.

‘So I’ll see you down the pub in about 20 minutes?’ Deacon asked finally releasing the other man.

‘Sure thing boy, that was just a warm up for what I’ve got planned for you later.’

Deacon grinned and hopped off the bed. Wrapping his towel back round him he scooped up his strap and tucked it into Jack’s pocket. ‘Oh, well it looks like I don’t have any underwear now.’ He raised his eyebrows, winked, and headed for the shower. Turning the water to hot he grinned, he was going to enjoy torturing Jack with the knowledge he was commando for the rest of the evening.

This story is available as a free PDF download on the freebies page. Enjoy.

Monday, 24 March 2014

Heart selfie.

So this is my heart selfie to show support for the All Hearts campaign to get life saving defibrillators in ALL schools in the country. If you atre able to donate THANK YOU. To spread awareness of the campaign how about your own selfie posted to your social media site of choice - my ugly mug is plastered across Facebook, Goodreads, Tumblr, Twitter & Pintrest, how far will you go???

Sunday, 23 March 2014

All Hearts Campaign

On March the 6th one phone call changed everything.

I rang my brother for a chat, to catch up on the gossip, and instead found him on the verge of tears. He's a policeman, he doesn't cry easily but he'd just had a phone call from my sister asking him to pick up her younger son from school as her older son, Sam, had just collapsed.

Imagine that phone call, the school's rung and told you your son has gone into cardiac arrest. She grabbed her 6th month baby and ran all the way to the school. Imagine that fear that those sirens you can hear, that the air ambulance hovering overhead, is for your child. Go on, imagine it. I can't. It is every parent's worst nightmare - except as she said later it wasn't, not quite, because Sam miraculously survived. 95% of those who suffer cardiac arrest don't. 300+ children die each year in schools due to cardiac arrest - many of them with undiagnosed heart problems.

So why did Sam survive? One thing alone saved him - the fact that the school had a defibrillator and staff who knew how to use it. They were all first aid trained but couldn't get his heart started without it. That simple piece of equipment saved his life.

All Hearts is a campaign to get defibrillators in every school in the UK. EVERY school. Our first goal is to raise just £5000 in order that we can become a registered charity - if every person with children at schools were able to donate just a little then this goal would be easily reached. Can you help?

Thank you - from the bottom of all out hearts.

Click to donate and help save a heart.

Wednesday, 12 March 2014

The Punishment

So this week Daffodil Candy Mare had her birthday and so I typed a little something for her. Here is my inspiration. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

Warning, this story contains mild BDSM and is adult in nature.

The Punishment

The ropes burned a little where they rubbed at his wrists and he knew by the time he was untied they would be deliciously chafed. He kept his eyes lowered, his head bowed, not meeting the gaze of his Master in front of him, he’d disobeyed and would have to endure his punishment. He lifted his legs one at a time as his trousers and pants were removed, then ropes were added to his ankles, securing them to posts at either side and keeping his legs apart. His cock bobbed free, hard at the anticipation of what could come. A blindfold was added, a slip of silk across his eyes, then his Master placed on the mask, it gagged his mouth and blocked his hearing and the only sense he had left was the ability to feel.
Nervous anticipation swelled in his belly as he waited for the first touch, it could be pain or pleasure, it could come in 5 seconds or in an hour – he had no way of knowing. He clenched the marble in his hand tightly, dropping it meant this would be over, his punishment stopped instantly but it would also be the end of his contract, his Master would no longer want him and Ethan couldn’t bear the thought of that.
Time twisted itself, seconds became minutes, minutes seconds, as it pulsed beyond his realm of consciousness. He strained to hear something, to sense anything other than the warm air on his body and the rough ropes at his wrists. Suddenly a softness touched him, soft and barely there and his mind traced the almost tickle as it swept across his chest and down his body. Round his side the feathery touch skimmed across his backside and crossed beneath him and up over his balls. The lightness of the touch was torturous, he needed a firmer hold, he wanted to buck forward to seek more and he strained to follow its feathery trail. Its slow gentleness wasn’t enough...but then even that was gone. His cock ached.
He could sense movement around him and tried to work out what and where. He anticipated pain after the soft touch, expected it almost - instead he found cold. In the warm room the ice was almost welcome as it traced the path of the feather before. It smoothed over his behind and slow melts of icy liquid dripped down his leg. The ice was pushed slowly, slowly up his body until it swept over his left nipple. He pushed into the frigid touch as excitement pulsed through him to his cock. He knew he would be leaking now, knew semen would be seeping from his slit, in his darkness all he was aware of was the icy caress across his nipple and the throbbing ache of his knob. Wanting to moan as the frozen wetness traced across to the other nipple his tongue pushed against the intrusive gag in his mouth. A groan deep in his throat was all he could utter, loud and feral in the silence of his own head.
The cube was rubbed up and down his body – both delightful and chilly in its trail. It circled his nipple again, and again, smaller and smaller until it was rubbing just the stiffened nub. The icy slide over this sensitive skin was delicious, wonderful, sending thrill after thrill through his body. He waited for the ice to move away anticipated where it would go to, but it didn’t move and the pleasure, the thrill, turned chilling and torturous. He tried to move away but couldn’t, the ice stayed with him burning the bliss away until he thought he could bear it no more. Then just as he found his limit it was moved and replaced by a hot mouth twisting, tweaking and teasing.
Teeth worried first one nipple then the next, pressure was applied as the mouth on his chest sucked hard. A hand clamped round his shaft moving slowly up and down. He tried to snap forward to gain more friction but the hand only stopped in warning. He felt kisses on his neck, sharp nips and hard sucks that he knew would mark, each sensation sent waves of pleasure through his stomach, pooling in his groin. The hand rubbed faster and harder and pressure built in his balls, the throbbing ache that grew and grew and Oh my god I’m going to come, flashed though his head. Then the cool, smooth leather of a cock ring snapped in place, circling the bass of his shaft and dividing his balls. He knew then his Master would expect him not to come. He tried to ignore the delicious sensations at his neck, on his nipples and along his cock. Tried to not submit to the waves of pleasure seeking to erupt.
Relief surged through him, twinned with disappointed longing as suddenly all contact was broken. He yearned for more, needed to be able to come. Oiled hands caressed his arse, slicking over the rounded muscles, kneading and pulling apart his cheeks. A finger traced his taint and across his hole. The hands, gentle and probing and perfect, abruptly moved. A second of time then a sharp sting to his backside, followed by another and another. Smooth wood brought down flawlessly. The pain was beautiful. Sharp and bright and perfect.  His gagged mouth wouldn’t allow him to speak but he counted in his head each slap as his Master delivered them. 8, 9, 10.  Tears leaked from his blindfolded eyes, cries were stifled in his throat. Then it stopped and once again hands smoothed over the sore area, gently spreading cooling lotion to the rawness.
Pre-come leaked from him and he longed to feel filled, to have his Master buried inside of him, hammering at his backside. He longed for hands to caress his knob again, stroke it until his orgasm exploded. This was a punishment though, what would his Master do?
Once more fingers probed at his arse, pushing roughly inside, lubed and slick, opening him up. Seconds later he felt the head of his Master’s sheathed cock pushing in, penetrating him. There was nothing soft or gentle about the way his Master pounded him, each thrust forward rubbing him closer and closer to orgasm. His dick throbbed. The cock ring was removed and, while one of his Master’s hands splayed across his stomach keeping his arse still, the other stroked rapid rough strokes up his length. The ropes tugged at his wrists and ankles. There was no sound, no words, only the eruption building inside him .Just as he thought he could bear it no more his Master thrust hard once and then his stilled cock throbbed in his opening. This was all he needed to let go himself and his silent, senseless world exploded around him, everything he had and knew was the pulsing from his dick. It was all there was.
Time stopped until slowly he felt the world returning. His Master undid his mask and blindfold and ropes. He murmured to him what a good servant he was, how he’d taken his punishment well. Pride soared through him as he looked up, already planning what misdemeanour he would attempt next.

This story is available as a free PDF download on the freebies page. Enjoy.

Sunday, 9 March 2014

Daniel & Alex

In March our fearless Unicorn leader Nightshade Lovely Lady enjoyed her birthday. This is what I wrote for her and here and here is where you'll find my inspiration.

Daniel & Alex

The sun was beating down and Daniel stopped briefly to strip his sweat soaked t-shirt off, tucking it into the top of his shorts he swung his rucksack up onto his back and started forward again. Alex was striding ahead and he didn’t want to lose sight of his friend. Why he had chosen the hottest day of the year to trek out into the wilderness Daniel wasn’t entirely sure, but Alex had asked and Daniel wasn’t going to say no. He never said no to Alex, nobody did.
A force to be reckoned with Alex was larger than life, there wasn’t a thing he wouldn’t do or say however he had a heart so large Daniel hadn’t known one person who didn’t fall under his spell. And yet for some reason, unfathomable to Daniel, Alex had chosen him to be his best friend and co-conspirator.
The ground under his feet was more straw than grass and the sweet smell of it filled his nose as he sped up. He could see a few other people in the distance but nobody was near and despite the heat he had to admit it was amazing up here.
‘So was I right? Is this the best birthday outing or what?’ Alex paused waiting for Daniel to catch him up.
‘I’m 29 not 9,’ Daniel panted, ‘I don’t need a birthday outing, and couldn’t you have chosen a cooler day to do this?’ He finally caught up to his friend and fished his water bottle out, ‘I’d have been perfectly happy having a night out in the pub you know, with the usual crowd.’
‘Danny, Danny, Danny,’ Alex shook his head and grinned, ‘that’s why you’ve got me. You spend every Friday in the Hog’s Head, now I know this isn’t exactly Austria or France or somewhere exotic but the Lake District is a pretty cool place and I can’t believe you’ve never been here before.’
Daniel raised his eyebrows and offered Alex his water bottle, there was no point arguing, while he didn’t exactly care about his birthday Alex did, every year he arranged something and Daniel supposed this was better than the year of the strip club with half a dozen friends and it beat the drunken pool party hands down, he liked a party as much as anyone but coming across not one but two of his best friends having sex with their girlfriends was enough to burn holes in anyone’s eyes.
‘It is amazing here,’ he conceded, ‘just damn hot.’
Alex grinned, ‘Well don’t worry about that, I know the perfect place to cool down, only about another 45 minutes and we’ll be there.’ He capped the drinks bottle and handed it back. ‘You’d better put your shirt back on or you’ll get sunburnt,’ he added.
‘Nah, I’m good for another hour or so, I put suntan lotion on before I came out.’ Alex stared at Daniel, his fern green eyes unreadable. ‘Well I have to say the view is fantastic,’ he murmured. Daniel frowned slightly at his friend whose face suddenly split with its usual wide smile and swept his arm to the side indicating the fells, valleys, forests and lakes.
‘It sure is,’ Daniel agreed.
‘Come on then Danny boy,’ Alex said, leading him closer to the wooded area they were headed for.
Under the canopy of the trees it was still hot and humid but without the intense burning heat of the sun. Oak trees, birches, pine trees and horse chestnuts fought for space. No other humans could be seen or heard and Daniel suddenly felt extremely peaceful. They were walking in silence, Alex always a few steps ahead leading the way. Twigs crackled under foot and birds chirped overhead, a city boy pretty much through and through Daniel had never experienced anything like it and he was overawed at what he’d been missing.
Another sound was becoming apparent and he strained his ears to try and figure out what it was. A dull roar, consistent and getting louder with each step.
‘Er, what’s that noise?’ he asked Alex.
‘You’ll see,’ his friend replied just giving another annoying grin.
It didn’t take long for Daniel to find out, they came into a small clearing with a stream running through it and in the distance a water fall tumbled onto rocks.
‘Oh my....oh wow...’ lost for words he quickened his pace and followed a laughing Alex towards it.
The water in the stream was crystal clear and tiny fish darted along the bottom in small groups. The cascade of the waterfall was beautiful, tiny droplets caught the sunlight and glittered as they bounced downwards.
‘In the spring it’s even more impressive, snowmelt and rain water cause it to be twice as big as this but I think it’s still stunning,’ said Alex as they came to a halt on a soft green patch of grass just far enough away to not get splashed.
‘It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen,’ said Daniel, ‘how do you know about this place?’
‘Family holidays, this was our favourite spot my sister and I would play for hours in the water while Mum and Dad lazed with the picnic.’
Daniel felt the familiar twinge in his chest when he heard Alex talk about his family. They were so story book it was unreal and a complete contrast to his own dysfunctional, uncaring parents. They treated him like an extended member of the family and he loved spending time round there, even as an adult he visited at least once a month. The day Alex had become his uni roommate was the best day of his life.
‘So shall we set the blanket out?’ Alex asked. Grabbing one side of the tartan cover he pulled it straight.
‘Okay birthday boy, have a seat, your feast shall be served.’ Alex opened his own rucksack and started pulling out food. Carefully packed in ice he had all the mainstays of a great English picnic – chicken drumsticks, egg sandwiches, a pork pie, crisps, grapes, chocolate and cartons of fruit juice.
‘I was going to go with something a bit more upper-class but well, a picnic just isn’t a picnic without egg sarnies.’
‘It’s perfect,’ Daniel said, as a warm feeling spread through him, this was like a million childhood fantasies come true and as the sunlight dappled through the trees and they sat chatting together on the blanket Daniel honestly couldn’t recall a time he’d felt happier.
Warm and full Daniel watched Alex pack up the remains of the picnic and lay down on his stomach feeling sleepy with the warm sun on his back. ‘Good idea,’ said Alex as he stretched out beside him, let our food digest and then we’ll cool down in the water.’
‘I’ve not got any trunks with me,’ Daniel said yawning.
‘Oh who needs trunks Danny boy?’ and as his eyes closed Daniel was sure he saw Alex wink at him.
He woke with a start as something cold dribbled onto his back. ‘What the fuck?’
‘Sorry Danny but you’re starting to burn; it’s just a little suntan lotion.’ Alex grinned and started smoothing the greasy mess over his back. His hands were strong and stroked long stripes from his neck to the top of his shorts. With each pass of his hands Daniel felt a stirring in his stomach, butterflies fluttered, his cock hardened and he found himself wishing Alex’s hands would go lower. He wanted them to dip into his shorts, to caress his arse, to....
He sat up, what the hell; this was Alex, best friend not a potential lover. ‘Do you want me to do your front or can you do that yourself?’ Daniel couldn’t read the playful look on his friends face - was he playing, did he know, did he feel it too? The hardness Daniel wasn’t concealing very well in the front of his shorts was pretty much a guarantee that Alex knew what he’d been thinking but the wink he gave him as he passed the bottle over didn’t help him understand any further.
‘Well you slap some on and then come and join me in the water,’ said Alex stripping off his shorts and pants and striding towards the waterfall. Daniel was confused as he applied the sun cream, confused and goddamn horny. For some reason as he started to strip off he realised that he needed Alex to be more than a friend and wasn’t quite sure why it had taken so long for the penny to drop. Alex beckoned him into the water and Daniel made a decision that was either going to be the best or the worst of his life.
Not caring that his erection was fully visible he made his way to join Alex under the waterfall. The water was waist high, but so clear it didn’t conceal anything. Daniel focused on Alex, seeing him as if for the first time. The way his hair darkened in the wet, how his laughing green eyes seemed to see right into his soul. The broad shoulders and toned torso. The pink nipples hardened in the cool water, the dark happy trail that led to an erection as hard as his own.
‘Nice to see you’re on the same page as me,’ said Alex pulling him under the spray so their bodies were perfectly aligned. His friend clasped his face in his hands and pulled him forward, until they were scant inches apart. The glinting green eyes were more serious than Daniel had ever seen them.
‘You know I love you right?’ his friend whispered and the words sent a thrill through him. Closing the gap between them Daniel leaned into the kiss; rough, chapped lips and the warm velvety softness of Alex’s mouth moved against his. Tongues stroked together, and nothing was gentle as they nipped and bit and sucked.
Their cocks rubbed together and hands stroked and clasped any available bare skin. Alex was a mass of contradictions; soft skin, hard muscle, tender caresses, rough kisses, timeless strokes and urgent thrusts. Time was beyond Daniel’s sphere of recognition, all he knew was the man grinding against him, his best friend, his lover.
‘Come on,’ murmured Alex pulling away slightly, gripping Daniel’s hand tightly he led him back to the blanket. Laying Daniel down he sat astride him and clasping both their cocks in his hand stroked long, rough strokes that Daniel lost himself in. Daniel could feel the welcoming tightening in his balls when Alex stopped. Disappointment and need coursed through him and he reached his own hand to continue the stroking.
‘Uh, huh, just give me a sec,’ growled Alex as he grabbed his bag and rummaged through it. ‘I’m not saying I’d planned this but...’ he pulled out some johnnies and a packet of lube, ‘let’s say I hoped.’
Lust racked Daniel’s body as he lifted his legs and let Alex’s lube soaked fingers rub across his hole. He bucked forward needing to feel those fingers inside him and Alex obliged, gently at first then harder and faster and adding more fingers until both of them needed more than just fingers.
Daniel sighed as he felt the hardness push into him, a pause for his arse to accept it and then he thrust forward needing more, needing it harder, needing, needing, needing...He moaned as the tightness started in his balls again, as the waves of his orgasm started to slowly lap at him and build and build and time stopped then crashed, as hot come splashed over his stomach. Alex moaned above him as his own orgasm burned and then they were lying together, not caring about the sticky mess between them as they kissed and caressed again.
The afternoon was getting late as they packed all the rubbish into carrier bags and stuffed them into the rucksacks. They’d lain entwined together as the sun moved across the sky. The heat had not greatly diminished and it caressed their naked bodies, bathing them in its warmth. Daniel didn’t care that they were in the open, the sound of twigs cracking underfoot or voices calling would alert them to any visitors, he didn’t care that he wasn’t sure what tomorrow would bring because he knew that it would involve Alex and that felt like home.
They cleaned themselves in the water pausing to kiss and touch – not hard and urgent but gentle and soft, though still just as needy. As they made their way back through the fells and forests they walked together, holding hands. The silence was still there, the silence of words, but the looks they exchanged said more than words ever could. The best birthday ever, thought Daniel as the village they were staying in came into sight. Best birthday ever.

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Tuesday, 4 March 2014

What He Wanted

So this was a short story I wrote for 2 fellow Unicorns (shout out to Nightshade Pink Ears and Buttercup Rainbow Tail) on their birthdays. You can find the pictures I used as inspiration here, here, and here.

What He Wanted

Joe lay on the floor exhausted. Unfortunately the feeling he’d been aiming for by the end of the party was sated, but that just hadn't happened, still it had been a fun party.
Wearing nothing more than some leather pants and a few leather straps he hoped the message he was giving wasn't subtle. He wanted to get shagged, he needed to get shagged, unfortunately he was quite specific about who he wanted to do the deed. If he hadn't been then, well, his balls would definitely not be as full as they were at this point in time. In fact he could have emptied them several times over with various willing companions but, for once, his heart was ruling his cock and only one arse was doing it for him. Even more unfortunately the owner of that arse was showing no signs of interest. Or so he thought.
The wooden floor was hard beneath his back but truthfully he didn't care. He was buzzing from the alcohol, an evening of beers and whisky chasers would do that to a man. The leather straps dug a little into his back and the tight shorts he was wearing were pleasantly uncomfortable. The sounds of a dying party went on around him, the last men standing, too sober or too drunk to give up, decided outside was the best place to be right now and cold air wafted over his skin as they opened the door to the garden. The breeze stiffened his nipples and sent a shiver down his body. It was nice though, the party had been hot despite his minimal clothing. Slowly his thoughts drifted to Rob, best friend and man of his dreams.
He'd looked so damn good tonight in his tight black jeans and sharp white shirt. The black tie and perfectly cut hair had just about finished Joe off. He was used to Rob's good looks, he was used to Rob looking hung over and ratty, he'd known Rob through the awkward teen years and seen him grow into his looks in his twenties. He'd seen him good and bad and ugly and tonight he just looked damn fucking hot. And damn fucking fuckable. So fuckable. How can you be best friends with someone for nearly 15 years and then suddenly realise how much you're in love with them? How can it be a shock, be such a sickening dawning, that the reason you can't find someone to settle with is because they aren't Rob, when you've seen him everyday nearly for over a decade? How the hell does shit like that creep up on you? But it had and Joe hadn't wanted anyone else since he'd realised, not for a quickie, a blow job or even a hand job. It had been him and palmela for three months now.
He'd dropped subtle hints at Rob, he'd dropped not so subtle hints at Rob and tonight he'd gone for full out 'I want you to fuck me' attire. But for once Rob wasn't getting the hint. Or he was and ignoring it - that thought made Joe feel sick so he shoved it to a deep recess in the corner of his mind. He was too drunk and too horny to think about consequences, all he knew was he wanted Rob to be more than just a friend.
He let himself imagine accidently on purpose spilling a cup of water over Rob's white shirt. Imagined the way his nipples would erect and be visible under the wet fabric. How he would have to help him out of the wet clothes, how he would....
"You know you look fucking hot tonight, right?" said a voice right in his ear. A hand ghosted over his skin, toying lightly with his nipple rings. Joe kept his eyes shut. This had to be a dream."Do you know what I want to do to you right now?" Joe shook his head very slightly his breathing hitching as the owner of the voice rolled over and onto his knees above him. "Firstly I want to kiss you from here...." A warm mouth sucked lightly at his neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive spot just below his ear, “to here....”
Heat rushed through him as the mouth trailed down his chest and the tongue stopped to toy with his nipple piercing. Tugging slightly and teasing, the roughness of stubble burning pleasantly where it rubbed. The mouth sucked harder pulling the nipple and piercing into its warm depths. As the tongue teased and hot breath shadowed over his skin, all his awareness became concentrated on the tugging toying of the mouth and the hardness in his pants.
He arched his back wanting more, then reached forward to take hold of Rob, to feel his best friend under his hands, to check that this was real.
"Uh, uh, no touching," the low timbre of Rob's voice, husky with a desire Joe had never heard before, hardened him even more, even as he felt bereaved at the loss of the mouth on his skin. "We're doing this my way buddy, you've wanted this for a few months, well I've wanted it for years and the first time is going to be my way." Joe finally opened his eyes and looked straight into those of his best friend's.
"You've wanted this for years?"
"Yep, took you long enough to get a clue, so I thought what was a little while longer. Maybe you could do with a dose of your own medicine." The soft creases at the corner of Rob's eyes took any malice from the words. "Buddy I have thought about this for so long you are going to have to just wait, I can guarantee it will be worth it." Then, with his hands pinned firmly above his head Joe felt Rob's mouth start its exploration again.
Rob kept Joe’s hands captured beneath him until he felt sure his friend wouldn’t move. Slowly he moved back down Joe’s body, his skin was soft and salty under his mouth. Unable to help himself he ground his groin against Joe’s, the hardness under the leather sent a thrill through him. This was actually happening.
He flicked his tongue lightly over Joe’s hard nipples and, ignoring the urge to spend more time playing with the piercings, raked his teeth lightly down the washboard stomach. He ran kisses across the top of the leather pants, hot damn did Joe look sexy in them. He could feel Joe’s erection straining against its leather prison, the groan that emitted from his friend’s mouth as he ran his hand carelessly over it told him how much he wanted Rob. His own cock throbbed, painfully swollen in his own tight jeans, but he ignored that too.
Finding the bottom of the tight shorts he kissed and sucked the skin there. Muscular yet soft Rob found breathing difficult as he slipped his tongue inside the leather, teasing, torturing Joe with his nearness to his erection. “God Rob, you’ve got to fuck me.”
“Oh I have, have I?” Rob said, smiling as he moved back up Joe’s body. Lowering himself on to his friend he lowered his head til his mouth was scant centimetres above Joe’s.
He lowered his head a little and whispered, “Why?”
“Because I’m an idiot who’s only just realised everything I’ve ever wanted is right here in front of me,” Joe’s breath tickled him then his lips crashed into Rob’s and Rob lost all sense of control.
Musk and beer and stubble and sweet and bitter all collided in his mouth as they kissed. Everything was Joe and Joe was everything, the party, the guests outside, the room....all was forgotten as Joe’s tongue gently swept into his mouth. Heat swept through his body, his dick throbbed and leaked, he needed to get out of his clothes and into Joe.
“As much as I don’t want to move,” Joe breathed into his mouth, his voice strained with the effort of pulling back from the kisses, “as much as I’m not against exhibitionism per se, I’m not going to share you with anyone, even if it is just an audience. We need to find a room.” Rob let his friend push him up and lead him to a bedroom. All pretence of Rob being in charge was gone as Joe slammed him against the door kissing him roughly, claiming his mouth for his own.
His hearted thudded in his chest as he pushed Rob against the door. He couldn’t get enough of the sweetness of his mouth and he cradled his friend’s face in his hands. He swept his tongue over Rob’s and bit his bottom lip, growling softly as he did so. Sliding his hands into Rob’s shirt he made short work of the buttons and soon had it off, jeans and pants followed until Rob was naked and Joe was in his leather gear.
His mouth caressed Rob’s neck as he lowered his hand and cupped Rob’s balls. He gently fondled them as he sucked his neck harder, teasing with his tongue, the sounds he was pulling out of Rob hardening him even more.
“Joe...” the plea was quiet but Joe took pity on his friend and dropped to his knees, putting his mouth to a different use. The cock throbbed in his mouth as he pushed down the length of it. Sucking hard and pulling out slowly before pushing down again. He let his tongue stroke against the underside rubbing up and down, pushing in and out, until his aching jaw and the incoherent noises from Rob made him pull back so only the tip was still in the warmth of his mouth. He traced his tongue over the hooded tip, pushed the foreskin back with his lips and licked the pre-come before engulfing him wholly in his mouth again.
He lost track of time sucking and licking and listening to Rob’s moans until he felt Rob tug at the leather straps bound over his shoulders and pull him back to his feet. Warm fingers fumbled at the zip of his shorts tugging them off so his own cock sprang fee from its tight constraints. Relief at the freeness matched the pulsing desire that controlled his every nerve. A wet stickiness coated his own knob and his desire for relief was too strong to bother trying to find condoms and lube. He wanted to fuck Rob but he needed to come first or he was going to explode. He wrapped his hand round both their dicks and stroked them together. The silky hardness of Rob rubbed against his own erection, come slicking the movements of his hand, balls chafing gently together.
Rob’s hands were tangled in his hair, his mouth hot on his, until his body became rigid and his breathing became panting breaths.
“Joe,” he sighed as the dick in his hand pulsed and hot come splashed over his fingers. The hazy, unfocused look in Rob’s eye undid Joe and his own balls tightened in response, his come spilling and mixing with Rob’s. He stroked gently until every drop had pulsed from both of them, then he wrapped his arms around Rob and kissed him more, not caring about the sticky mess that trailed over them.
These kisses weren’t urgent, they weren’t aggressive, they weren’t needy. They were kisses that said what a million years of friendship hadn’t managed to. They were kisses that told a story without words. They were kisses that told of promises, of future and of love.

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Monday, 3 March 2014

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