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Friday, July 26, 2013

More or Les Part III ***NSFW***

Copyright 2013
Bailey Bradford


Part III

Adam decided being complacent wasn’t ever a part of his nature, and there was no reason for that nasty habit to start now. He also didn’t see any reason to resist the tempting sway of Les’ buttocks as he walked. Adam smacked each cheek in rapid succession, onetwo!
Les stopped so suddenly Adam’s head thumped his lower back. “Ow.”
“I think that’s my word,” Les muttered. He palmed Adam’s ass and gave it a squeeze. “Are you just trying to get me to fuck you right out here on the porch?”
Adam’s belly went fluttery. Their home was on a few acres and thick with trees surrounding all but the front of it.
“Maybe.” He hadn’t been thinking that, but he wasn’t a fool. “Or maybe I want to fuck you out here,” he said, getting a good handful of Les’ butt. “Just pull your pants down and take you—“
“You seem to forget, you’re hanging upside down over my shoulder,” Les pointed out.
Adam dug his fingers into Les’ ribs.
“Ack!” Les yelped and it was on. Adam ended up free, narrowly missing being dropped on his head. The second his feet hit the porch floor, he was driving forward, pushing a flinching Les back.
“Tickling’s cheating,” Les huffed as he tried to bat aside Adam’s hands.
“No, it’s not,” Adam said patiently. “You’re bigger and more muscular than I am. You’re also the one who told me in a fight, do whatever it takes to win.”
“Is this a fight?” Les asked, and damned if he didn’t look excited by the idea.
“Of a sorts.” Adam didn’t mind a little competitiveness with his man, but violence was out. “Maybe more of a wrestling type thing than a fight. Winner tops.”
“And winner bottoms.” Les grinned. “Because there is no loser in this.”
Adam nodded. “Yup. So when I pin you, I’m going to fuck you until you scream for me, baby.”
Les’ cheeks darkened. “Maybe we should take this out to the grass.”
Adam was all for that. There was a nice bench under their favorite shade tree, and it wasn’t viewable from the road. Or rather than the swingWell, there were lots of possibilities. “You’re on.” And tickling was most definitely allowed.
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“Oooph!” Les hit the ground hard. He didn’t allow himself to be stunned though. As much as he loved to have Adam fuck him, he was competitive, too, and believed in giving everything his best shot. Plus, he’d never insult Adam by letting him win. Adam deserved more respect than that.
Les rolled and managed not to be pinned as Adam tried to drop down on him. He got an arm around Adam’s middle and jerked. Adam’s feet left the ground, but the agile little shit twisted and jabbed Les right in the armpit.
“Shit!”
Adam dug his fingers in. Les screeched, his dignity shattering along with his eardrums. He wiggled and kicked, but Adam was all over him, sitting on him, legs tangled with Les, and damned if Les wouldn’t swear Adam sprouted an extra pair of hands.
“Uncle?” Adam rasped.
“Fuck--“ Les hasped and almost choked as Adam found the ticklish spot at his hip. He couldn’t even get the ‘no’ out, but he did manage to buck so hard Adam went flying off of him.
Adam was pretty effusive with the cursing as he landed. The thing about being bigger and more muscular was, Les just couldn’t move as fast. Adam was on his feet and charging at him before Les could get up off his knees.
Les’ shoulders were as stunned as the rest of him by the impact. Adam straddled his chest, pinning Les’ shoulders down with his knees. Les was too distracted by Adam’s crotch being right there in his face to bother trying to squirm free.
“I win,” Adam ground out. He scooted up and pressed his crotch to Les’ face. Adam grabbed Les’ hair and pulled his head up.
Les closed his eyes and inhaled the musky scent of sweat and sex. Adam’s dick was hard and Les’ caught right up to it, pressing eagerly against his clothes.
“Yeah,” Adam mumbled as he began rubbing against Les’ face. Les could feel him unbuckling his pants, unzipping them. Then Adam lifted up and Les opened his eyes up long enough to see Adam kick off his shoes and jeans. No underwear—no surprise.
Adam was right back on him, but this time he cradled the back of Les’ neck. With his other hand, he fisted his dick and tapped it against Les’ parted lips.
For some reason, that just made Les hornier than all get-out. He moaned and grabbed a double handful of Adam’s ass, pressing his fingertips hard into his crease, against his hole.
Adam hissed and rubbed his pre-cum slicked cock over Les’ lips. Les opened wider and licked as much of Adam’s shaft as he could reach. Then Adam began pushing into his mouth, steady, strong, filling Les up and pulling back out before Les could get a good suck in.
“I’ve got this,” Adam told him. Les understood. Adam wanted control of this, too. Les kept his mouth open. Adam nodded as he pushed in again, Les doing little more than forming a tight seal with his lips.
Adam didn’t force his dick into Les’ throat, just rocked in and out until Les was desperate for more. Les whined around Adam’s length and Adam grinned, though it looked a little pained. “You’d better get it wetter now. We don’t have lube.”
Les clenched his ass. Lube was wonderful stuff, but sometimes he craved rough and raw like nothing else.
Still, he wasn’t a fool. He licked and coated Adam’s dick as well as he could. Adam pulled out and stood up. “Strip. I want you totally naked.”
Adam was still in his shirt, a long tee that was tight over his chest and abs, and just long enough to cover his cock and balls if he cared to pull it down that low.
Les glanced around. No one was on the road, butHe’d been so involved in giving head he hadn’t thought about the road.
Adam grabbed his hand. “No one’s coming, and if you don’t get up and get naked, no one will.”
It was a challenge, not a threat, Les knew that. Adam was pushing him past his comfort zone—the idea of being fucked outside was a turn on, but the reality of it was a little scary.
But not terrifying.
Les stripped, keeping his gaze on Adam, who in return visually devoured Les. It was great for Les’ confidence, and he quickly forgot about being spied by anyone.
“Gorgeous fucker,” Adam murmured when Les was done. He held out a hand and Les thought they’d be holding one another’s hand, but no. Adam grabbed him by the dick. “Come on, over here to the bench.”
Walking with Adam holding onto him like that was awkward, but strangely hot. The fact that Adam also stroked him a few times while they walked made Les’ knees weak. Adam stopped them under their favorite shade tree, beside the bench. He let go of Les’ dick and pointed to his own.
“It’s dry again.”
Les sank to his knees and this time Adam let him really suck. Les took that thick shaft down as deep as he could and swallowed. He sucked, licked, did everything he knew to do. Spit dripped from his mouth, slicked his chin, his chest, by the time Adam pulled him off.
Les opened his mouth to protest but Adam shoved three fingers right in. “Make it fast.”
Les was certain he was going to turn into a quivering pile of horny.
Adam pulled his fingers out, bent over Les, and pulled one ass cheek aside. “Better go back to sucking my dick,” he advised right before spearing two fingers into Les’ rear.
Les gasped and somehow got a mouthful of dick as he began to shake. Adam knew just where to touch to drive Les out of his mind with need, and he was doing so, stroking his gland, working his rim. The press of a third finger into his ass almost made Les come. He had to pull off Adam’s shaft and warn him so.
“I’m too close,” he got out, and Adam left off teasing his prostate, but he didn’t stop fingering Les. It felt good, but he wasn’t going to come from it, not without jerking himself off, too. Les took Adam’s cock back into his mouth and began tracing the underside of his glans.
Adam exhaled noisily and stood up, removing his fingers from Les’ hole. He leisurely fucked Les’ mouth for a few more strokes, then he pulled back. “Lay down, face up. I want to see you.”
Les hoped they’d gotten rid of all the ants. He ignored the little voice in his head chattering about how many spiders and other bugs there were in every square foot of grass. He laid back and pulled his knees up to his chest.
Adam knelt and hefted Les’ balls in one hand. He lined his cock up with the other, and looked Les right in the eyes as he thrust. Les’ breath was shoved right out of him as Adam buried his cock to the hilt.
“So good,” Adam muttered. “So fuckin’ good.”
Then he began to move, fucking Les fast and hard. Les let go of his legs and grabbed at Adam instead.
Adam bent over him, settling his hands on Les’ shoulders as he slammed into him repeatedly. Les’ eyes rolled and he couldn’t get his lungs to work right, not while such an intense wave of ecstasy began to roll over him.
He got a hand around his dick and tugged roughly, quickly as he clenched his ass around Adam’s length.
“Fuck!” Adam moved one hand up to hold Les’ neck as he pounded into Les with more force.
Les clutched at his own cock harder, and at Adam, too. He was coming undone, falling apart and shooting up to the clouds. Les shouted, arching, clenching, his head spinning from the force of his orgasm.
Adam moved faster, harder, and Les was lost, found, filled and branded with the heat of Adam’s come jetting into him. He managed to get his eyes open, to see Adam with his head thrown back, the tendons standing out as he gritted his teeth, grunting, jerking, sweat dripping from him to Les.
It was the most beautiful sight Les had ever seen.
Or so he thought, until Adam’s climax ceased, and he shivered before looking down at Les. “I love you,” Adam said, bliss still pinking his features, softening his eyes and mouth.
There was nothing in the world that could ever compete with that look, or those words, not for Les.
“I love you too,” he got out, and he knew, from the way Adam’s features relaxed even more, that Adam felt the same way. 

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