Twisted 12
“Is IT safe to eat?” Marshall jokily asks, as Elton with a large smile on his face, almost dragging him over to the bed by his wrists.
“Yes!” Elton firmly states pushing
his Baby down on the bed, and then quickly rushing to the other side of the bed
that has the tray, before his everything goes in overdrive and goes for dessert
first.
“I kinda of know what you like . .
. . . . . but you can pick off what you don’t like.” Elton nervously says as he
reaches over the bed and hands his Baby a plate with a large sub on it.
“Elton! Is there anything left in
the fridge?” Marshall asks totally amazed at the variety of lunchmeat on the
sub, looking at the sub.
“The sound of your stomach
earlier, you need to eat all of it.” Elton comments, rushing around to Marshall
side of the bed and places a bowl of potato salad on the nightstand, and then
rushes back around to the tray, then quickly back around to the nightstand with
a bottle of Mountain Dew and a large bag of plan potato chips, and frantically tries
to make everything fit, knowing he has the container of pickles and the dip to
put somewhere, as Marshall comes up with an ideal.
“STOP!” Marshall states standing
and handing Elton his plate.
“Just be still!” Marshall quickly
explains as Elton slowly takes the plate totally lost on what his Baby is going
to do.
Marshall quickly jerks the top
sheet from the bed, and spreads it out in a clear spot on the floor, then
carefully begins to set up a picnic type deal on the sheet, setting a place for
Elton than himself.
“Now let’s eat.” Marshall happily
states walking back over to Elton, but quickly wondering that maybe he has done
something wrong, because of the look in Elton’s eyes.
“I should of asked first . . . .
I’m sorry . . . . it’ll only take me a minute.” Marshall apologetic says,
quickly rushing over to the sheet and nervously starts picking up the bowls,
repeating silently to himself how stupid the ideal was.
“Nooooo!” Elton yells out; rushing to the sheet and
quickly kneeling down beside his Baby, and begins leading his Baby’s hands that
have a bowl and plate in them, carefully back on the sheet where he had them.
“It’s perfect . .” Elton
truthfully says, forcing himself not to cry, as he looks into the most perfect
crystal blue eyes with a smile.
“Hailie and I have eaten like this
quite often . . . . carpet picnic’s always make hotel food taste better.”
Marshall carefully explains, thinking Elton thinks he has lost his mind,
because he is staring, as they both slowly sit down all the way down on the
sheet.
“You never cease to amaze me.”
Elton with all his heart whispers, placing his hand slowly on his Baby’s neck
and pulling him into a passionate kiss, and he slowly opens his mouth to
Elton’s prying tongue.
“We have to stop, before I go
straight to dessert.” Elton breathlessly whispers as he leans his forehead on
his Baby’s, after they slightly pull away to breath.
“I have no problem with it.”
Marshall breathlessly moans, as he slowly begins to lean back, holding onto
Elton bringing him back with him, as his stomach again growls from hunger.
“Baby you need to eat.” Elton
states coming back to reality with a laugh, as he softly falls onto his Baby’s
bare chest, who is also laughing.
“Okay.” Marshall says sitting up,
as his now erect cock screams for Elton’s wet mouth, as they begin to eat.
“So where do you wanna be?”
Marshall asks with a wicked smile after several long moments, as they sit
facing each other Indian style knees touching eating.
“You can be anywhere you wanna be.
It’s like a magic carpet, as Long as you stay on the sheet.” Marshall
seductively explains sitting his plate down, as Elton quickly repositioning his
foot so it’s on the sheet, hypnotized with his Baby’s seductive change of
voice.
“You can be anywhere . . . on a
beach laying in the warm sand, a slight ocean breeze blowing over your skin,
listening to the relaxing sounds of the waves coming to shore . . . an
enchanted forest . . . making passionate love on a bed of four leaf clovers . .
. the jungles of Africa having hot kinky sex in Tarzan’s tree house, on the
moon . . .” Marshall intriguingly explains, but Elton not being able to take
his Baby’s seductive imagination quickly sits his plate down and seductively
pushes him to his back with a passionate moan.
“My Bed.” Elton firmly states
leaning on his Baby’s bare muscular chest and looking up into his Baby’s
perfect blue eyes, and he quickly tenses under Elton.
“After we eat?” Marshall quickly
mumbles, truly knowing he is never going back in Elton’s bedroom, but not wanting
to upset Elton.
“Alright! But you have to promise
me That You . . . . Never Mind! Let’s eat.” Elton begins to say but suddenly
stops when he realizes what he was going to say, and quickly sits up, but his
mind knowing if his Baby takes him away like that again with just his voice,
that he will have to definitely make love to his Baby then and there! No matter
where it is.
“You where being sick
weren’t you? Did it involve, whips and chains OR furry hand cuffs and
blindfolds?” Marshall evilly asks, kinda of knowing where Elton’s mind was, but
just wanting to see if he’ll explain, as he sits up.
“No. You where!” Elton quickly says, nervously picking up his
plate and begins to eat again, laughing to himself wondering if his Baby knows
he is flirting, but really knowing they need to change the subject.
“Me?” Marshall innocently
whispers, slowly taking Elton’s plate and sitting it down, as his lips softly
kiss his neck, as Elton tenses.
“Relax.” Marshall seductively
whispers, as his hot firm tongue and moist lips painfully slow moves over
Elton’s ear, with his left hand moving through his hair, as the right supports
him.
Elton softly moans in heaven as
his right hand holds tenderly to his Baby neck as his left hand slowly works
it’s way to his Baby’s hot hard cock.
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