Twisted 19

Neither Marshall nor Elton slept, both tossing and turning in their separate beds. Their minds turning with the day’s events and what the future will bring.

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“Time To Get Up!” Elton says in a loud perky tone pulling open the dark heavy drapes of his Baby’s room, bringing the bright early morning sun into the room.

“It’s the last day of your vacation and you’re not going to waste it sleeping.” Elton squeaks in a perky tone, walking over to the bed as Marshall is moaning displeasure of the bright sunlight, throwing a pillow at Elton then covering his head with the blankets.

“Get your ass out of that bed . . . take a shower and meet me down stairs in twenty minutes for breakfast.” Elton firmly states picking up the pillow and tossing it back on the bed.

“Twenty minutes?” Marshall moans from under the blankets.

“I didn’t studier!” Elton firmly states, and then leaves the room, as Marshall is rolling over throwing the blankets aside wonder when in the hell Elton become so bossy.

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“Your fifteen minutes late.” Elton simply comments glancing up from his plate, to see his Baby walking into the large dinning room.

“Did I ever tell you how much I hate bossy people, especial in the morning?” Marshall mumbles in a grouchy tone, sitting down at the table.

“Did I ever tell you how much I hate grouchy people, especial in the morning?” Elton asks in a mocking tone, and Marshal gives him a sarcastic grin.

“Take your seat, your breakfast is getting cold.” Elton firmly states, pointing his fork to the head of the table.

“What’s wrong with where I’m sitting?” Marshall asks a little confused, even though it’s got to be one of the ugliest chairs he has every sit in, and they’ve never ate this formal before, always sofa, bed, tables that sat two or four.

“Your place is at the head of the table.” Elton simply comments, glancing up at the head of the twenty-four setting grand Queen Ann table.

“Why?” Marshall asks now totally confused glancing up the long ass table, wondering why in the HELL two people need to sit at a table for lots of people.

“Proper Etiquette.” Elton simply states, beginning to eat again.

“I don’t give a shit about proper etiquette.” Marshall simply states, with another sarcastic grin, taking a piece of bacon from Elton’s plate.

“Well I Do.” Elton simply states, forcing himself not to look up at his Baby.

“Whatever.” Marshall sarcastically states getting up and walking to the head of the table and plopping down, in a duplicate ugly ass chair but it having wooden arms.

“Thank You.” Elton says, as the maid is setting a bowl of fresh fruit in front of Marshall, and he grabs her wrist laughing.

“Excuse Me. Could you go down there and ask Sir Elton what the fuck he just said. . . . cause I can’t hear shit . . . . sitting here in the . . . Next Fucking Country.” Marshall sarcastically says laughing, emphasizing his last words.

Elton always loving the gorgeous expensive large gold and diamond candelabra in the center of the table, but at the moment could simply throw it in the trash, because it’s blocking his clear view of finally seeing his Baby sitting at the head of his table, well more of a fantasy of his Baby becoming the head of the manor, but is quickly pulled from his thoughts, hearing his Baby bitching and then standing.

“Where are you going?” Elton quickly asks standing as his Baby is walking towards the door with the bowl of fruit.

“Well . . . Since I Was Eating Alone! Thought I Would Eat Elsewhere!” Marshall loudly sarcastically states with a sarcastic grin, holding up the bowl then leaving the room.

“Damn You!” Elton agitatedly yells, throwing his napkin on the table and taking a deep breath before going after him.

With the help of one of the maids pointing him in the right direction Elton finds his Baby laying straddled on one of the marble benches in the rose garden, the bowl of fruit resting on his stomach, starring out at the roses.

“I’m taking this as you don’t like my dining room.” Elton quietly comments, standing over his Baby.

“If you’re going to stand there you need to move a little.” Marshall simply comments glancing up squinting, motioning for Elton to move to the left.

“If you were eating in the dinning room the sun wouldn’t be shinning in your DAMN eyes!” Elton firmly states with his hands on his hips.

“If you were fuckin’ standing on this side of the fuckin’ bench, the fuckin’ sun wouldn’t be shinning in my eyes!” Marshall firmly states motion his hand, turning his head back towards the rose garden.

“You can be such a prick sometimes.” Elton playfully states straddling the bench just above his Baby’s head, gently placing his hands on each side forcing him to look up, both of them smiling as he places a quick kiss on his Baby forehead.

Elton gently picks a strawberry from the bowl and seductively slides it over his Baby’s lips, beckoning it to be taken, and his tongue snakes out and wickedly licks at it before taking a small bite, then slowly leads Elton’s hand up to his own mouth and him finishing it.

Elton’s lustfully watches, his Baby take another piece of fruit from the bowl, his perfect lips wrapping around the piece of melon and taking a small bite, and then seductively offering Elton the last bite by tracing it over his lips, and he sensual opens his mouth and takes it.

Manhood’s come to life as Marshall takes another piece of fruit from the bowl, and places it in his mouth, and struggles to pull Elton’s mouth down to his, but almost falling from the bench, they both bust out laughing and Marshall quickly repositions to sitting in a mirrored image of Elton, with the bowl of fruit in his hand.

Elton forcefully pulls his Baby closer, his legs now resting over his, one hand resting on his Baby’s lower back the other on the back of his neck pulling him into hot sensual kiss.

“Lot better.” Elton moans in a ragged breath, resting his forehead on his Baby’s, losing himself in lustful blue eyes.

“What is?” Marshall whispers, trying to get his breathing and heart under control, as he pops a grape into his mouth.

“Nothing.” Elton quickly says, imberested that he actually spoke what he was thinking out loud.

“Tell me.” Marshall says smiling, scooting in closer, now practically sitting on Elton’s lap, as he offers him a piece of melon.

“It’s really nothing.” Elton mumbles, taking the melon into his mouth, letting his hands roam down and rest on his Baby’s hips.

“Does it have to do with this?” Marshall wickedly asks letting one hand wickedly roam over Elton’s obvious hard on.

Elton erotically moans quickly pulling his Baby fully onto his lap, his mouth seductively kissing and sucking on his Baby’s perfect neck, his hips grinding up into his virgin ass, desperately needing release.

“Elton.” Marshall moans almost incoherently, letting the bowl fall to the ground, and wrapping his arms around his neck.

“Baby . . .please.” Elton mercilessly pleads, roughly pushing his Baby’s hips down, to meet each of his thrusts.

Elton breathlessly forces himself away, and gets to a standing position, his dick throbbing for release grabs his Baby’s hand and pulls him up attacking his mouth passionately as his hands sensual squeezes his virgin ass.

With urgencies Elton pulls his Baby by the hand into the house, but is abruptly stopped and pulled into the first room his Baby’s frantic mind comprehends as indoors.

Elton subconsciously recognizes the room as one of his many sitting rooms, as his Baby pushes him against the now closed door and attacks his throat with passionate sucking as his hands pull on his shirt, causing button’s to fly from his Versace shirt.

Roaming his hands through his Baby’s short choppy hair as his prefect mouth is moving down his chest, feeling as if he is falling as his Baby’s hot mouth and firm tongue seductively moves around his belly button, as his perfect hands are working on releasing his pants from his waist.

Marshall now on his knees, Elton’s pants now around his ankles, his hand nervously wraps carefully around his hard shaft and places a hot simple kiss on it’s head, subconsciously knowing what Elton has done to him, and what he likes done, Marshall nervously slowly lets his tongue roam the long length, before slowly taking it into his mouth.

Elton totally losing it screams out, his fingers digging into his Baby’s shoulders as the head of his dick slowly moves in and out of his Baby’s mouth, never in his wildest fantasy think he would get such a pleasure, his knees buckling from the sensation of his Baby taking more of him wildly screams out again, sliding down the door, with a light but passionate hold on his Baby’s head.

Marshall’s mind screaming out whada the fuck as his heart leads him into something that he prays is good enough as Elton blissfully screams out, feeling as if in a dream state, holding tightly to his Baby’s head, shooting his seed into his prefect mouth, arching forward for more.

Marshall in a panic tries to pull away, gasping for breath struggling to keep up, but gagging several times, before Elton comes to a somewhat coherent state of mind and releases his hold.

Elton quickly pulls his Baby up into his arms as he struggles to breath and tightly hugs him, Marshall’s head resting on his chest, his arms wrapping around Elton’s waist.

“I Love You.” Elton passionately says, cradling his Baby in his arms, his dick beginning to come to life again, with such a perfect virgin ass now resting on his lap.

Elton gazes down, his eyes meeting with perfect blue, wishing they could stay cuddled in his arms forever, leaning down and passionately kissing perfect lips, letting his hand roam over a perfect thigh, before sensual beginning to grope a perfect erect cock, causing his Baby to moan as their lips and tongues passionately battle.

“Upstairs.” Elton seductively whispers, moving his kisses down his Baby’s perfect neck.

Once in Elton’s bedroom, after fumbling around removing clothes, Elton roughly pushes his Baby’s to the bed, and plants himself between his perfect legs and begins seductively kissing and nipping on his perfect muscular chest, wickedly slow moving downward, deeply moaning as his firm tongue licks up the length of his perfect cock, before placing a simply kiss on its perfect head, then licking and kissing downward to perfect balls.

Marshall deeply moans and writhing beneath Elton’s well educated mouth, desperately needing release as Elton’s fingers and tongue trail from his ball up the length of his cock.

“El . . . t . . . on.” Marshall struggles to plead with ragged breath, his hands holding tightly to the duvet, his hips arching upward, as Elton is getting to his knees and spreads his perfect legs further apart.

Elton almost screaming out at the sight of his Baby’s perfect body laying out in front of him, stroking his perfect cock with one hand as the other raises his left leg, placing kisses down to a perfect foot as he carefully places it flat back on the bed.

“El . . . .” Marshall struggles to plead for release, trying to grab any part of him.

“Baby relax.” Elton soothingly whispers, placing small kisses over his prefect knee, his hand moving from his perfect cock to perfect balls, as their eyes connect in a lustful desperate need.

Elton nervously strokes his Baby’s perfect cock long and hard, as his other hand slowly roams over perfect balls then down to the desperately needed prefect prize, his Baby’s breathing becoming erratic, his perfect blue eyes, shielded now by tightly closed lids, his hips writhing away as his finger tips caress over several times.

Elton’s dick twitching moving in closer, while lifting his Baby’s other leg, placing sweet kisses slowly from a prefect foot to a prefect inter thigh.

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