Twisted 15
“I can’t promise anything.” Marshall breathlessly whispers, resting his head on Elton’s shoulder and pulling him into a tight hug.
“As long as you’re honest with yourself.” Elton sincerely whispers, his head resting on his Baby’s shoulder, his hands caressing over his Baby’s muscular back.
“Are you being honest with yourself?” Marshall nervously asks, lifting up and resting his forehead on Elton’s, eyes connecting with a mixture of emotions, hearts beating uncontrollable at the possibilities.
“Yes.” Elton breathlessly whispers, his fingers intertwining with his Baby’s.
Marshall slowly glances down at their hands, his fingers intertwined so tightly around Elton’s as if a lifeline.
“I wanna make you happy.”
Marshall slowly pulls from their passionate kiss and slowly stands, his left hand still intertwined with Elton’s, and slowly leads him over to the bed, his mind screaming no, his heart screaming yes.
“We don’t . . . have . . . to.” Elton almost incoherent whispers, after several moments of lost in each other’s eyes.
Marshall slowly leans in and passionately kisses him again; forcing Elton back in the bed and positioning his body half over his, never losing domination over Elton’s mouth, as his hands explore over his body, slowly finding the buttons on his satin pajama shirt and slowly begins to unbutton them.
Elton slowly runs his fingers through his Baby’s choppy hair; deeply moaning in pleasure, as his Baby’s hot wet mouth finds it way to each newly exposed area of hot flesh by the unbuttoning of his shirt.
Marshall teasingly slides his way back up Elton’s now exposed chest, nervously smiling as his eyes connect with Elton’s clouded with lust as his mind screams uncertainty.
“I Love You.” Elton whispers, tracing his Baby’s facial features searching his perfect blue eyes for any signs of doubt, seeing and feeling his nervousness.
Slowly Elton forces his Baby to his back, determined to replace the nervousness with a need as passionate a his own, begins kissing down his chest, stopping and nipping and sucking each nipple, before moving downward and tracing the tombstone tattoo with his firm tongue, causing his Baby to squirm as his tongue teasingly dips into his bellybutton.
Marshall erotically moans as Elton works down his sweats
and takes his hard cock into his hand and licks the precum, before taking it
deep into his hot wet mouth. Now gasping for breath
Elton feeling his Baby’s awkwardness helps, erotically moaning as his trembling hand wraps around his now exposed dick and begins stroking, as his mouth passionately sucks and bites on his neck.
“I need you.” Elton breathlessly pleads, urgently rolling them over and looking into his Baby’s now lustful eyes; praying silently he’s not moving to fast, but needing more than hot sweaty flesh against hot sweaty flesh.
Every nerve and muscle in
Elton feeling as if he could hyperventilate pulls away and straddles his Baby’s waist, lustfully smiling as he innocently runs his fingers down his sweaty muscular chest, loving the way he squirms under his touch, the way his long slender fingers are digging into his thighs.
Slowly Elton reaches over and awkwardly fumbles with one hand in the nightstand drawer and retrieves a condom and lube, and then seductively slides down his Baby’s sweaty body and places a soft kiss on his massive cock, before delicately sliding on the condom.
Marshall moans incoherently his brain’s uncertainty drowned out by a desperate hot need and his heart pounding, as Elton’s slides back up his body placing hot kisses as he does,
“Please . . .”
Elton lustfully moans throwing his head back, his hands roaming of his Baby’s hot sweaty skin.
“It’s really . . . . . you . . . . .” Elton with every ounce of Love in him whispers as his fingers trace over his Baby’s perfect features, as perfect hands caress up his shoulders and gently cup his face, his thumps wiping away the tears, as he leans up and lightly kisses Elton’s lips.
Elton nervously takes the lube and well lubricates himself and his Baby, stopping before position himself and looking deep into lustful blue eyes for reassurances. Seeing only hot desire slowly lowers himself.
The intense pleasure causes
Elton’s waits for his body to relax around his Baby’s massive cock, letting his hands roam over his muscular chest, as tears of pure pleasure stream down his cheeks
“I Love you.” Elton moans beginning a slow rhythm, never wanting the moment to end. Marshall caressing his hands over Elton’s chest and arms, his mind totally lost in the intense sensation.
“El . . .ton . .” Marshall breathlessly growls after several long moments of slow torture, as his hips trusts forward, causing Elton to scream out in desire, and grab tightly to his shoulders.
Marshall wraps his arms around him and quickly rolls them over, now in control, speeding up his thrusts into the tight heat, and Elton’s fingers dig into his muscular shoulders as he cries out from the merciful sensual thrusts that are hitting his prostate over and over again.
Their bodies flowing vehemently together, Elton erotically yells out as his dick spasms between them, causing his muscles to convulse around his Baby’s cock, and he growls out Elton’s name as he crashes over the edge, burying his head into Elton’s neck as his whole body spasms in the most intense orgasm.
Marshall collapses onto Elton and he wraps his arms securely around him, as they try to regain control of their breathing.
Several long moments in totally heaven Elton caresses over his Baby’s sweaty muscular back, and he rolls over on his back, totally drained, thinking he’s never gonna be able to move again.
Elton swiftly straddles his Baby loving his peaceful expression, and he gently removes the condom and discards it in tissues, from the nightstand, before placing quick playful kisses over his face, wanting to see those perfect blue eyes, to reassure himself that his Baby is not having second thoughts about what just happened.
“Elton.” Marshall growls opening his eyes, as he tries to wrap his arms around Elton to stop his movement.
“I Love You!” Elton joyfully screams out leaning up, his fingers skimming over his Baby’s chest, feeling twenty-one again, rejuvenated. Marshall thinking the man straddling him has really lost his mind, as his hands caress over the top of his legs.
“Are you okay?” Elton asks in concern, unsure of the starring from his Baby.
“Mmmuuhh.” Marshall moans, quickly pushing Elton over on his back with a devilish small laugh, and placing a quick kiss on his lips, before resting his head on his chest.
“Come On! Let’s take a bath.” Elton excitedly says squirming out from under his Baby and jubilantly looking around for his pajamas.
“No.” Marshall moans muffled by a pillow, that his face is now buried in, trying to get comfortable in the now cold bed.
“Come On!” Elton pitifully whines now with his pajama bottoms on, sitting down, and massaging over his Baby’s muscular back.
“I’m going to run the bath water.” Elton happily says then places a quick kiss on his Baby’s back and quickly gets up and rushes to the bathroom.
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