Shelter from the storm, chapter 11.
Ellery nodded, then raised his head, seeking his lips. They kissed, gently, as he snaked his arm around Ennis’s chest and put his hand on his shoulder. Ennis’s tongue slipped between his lips, and Ennis moaned, his body tensing slightly with the stirrings of arousal. Once again, Ellery drew back, breaking the kiss. Ennis was panting, eyes dilated.
“Come on darlin...” he muttered.
“We can’t do this, Ennis, ya need ta rest.”
“What... you started the kissin.”
“Yeah but that’s all it is, kissin.”
“Ellery... can’t ya... stroke me off or somethin?”
Ellery was surprised. “You want me ta do that?”
Ennis closed his eyes, gulped, and nodded. “I ain’t gonna sleep too well with you here by me if somethin don’t happen.”
“How about if I suck ya off?”
Ennis shook his head, reluctantly, opening his eyes. “I think I’d get too excited. Just... yer hand tonight.”
“All right.” Ellery moved back in, lips touching Ennis’s lips, and brought his right hand down to the exposed belly beneath the snugly wrapped bandage, brushing the patch of curls above his cock, making him stir. Ennis’s tongue probed, and he moaned as he grew erect, and Ellery gripped his cock lightly, stroking down as his tongue brushed Ennis’s tongue, his hand stroking gently and firmly.
“Oh... yeah,” Ennis whispered, his hips rising slightly to anticipate the movement of his hand, and his eyes snapped open, looking into Ellery’s smoky eyes. Ennis tightened his arm around Ellery’s back, holding him close, and his hips rose again, his cock now rigid in Ellery’s stroking hand.
“Easy does it,” Ellery cautioned him, slowing his strokes to keep Ennis from bucking. “Yer back, remember...”
Ennis moaned inarticulately, renewing his assault on Ellery’s mouth, his tongue driving in as he began making shorter, more rapid movements in response to the masturbation. Ellery responded by tightening his grip, making a hard circle with his fingers, stimulating him from base to tip, tugging his shaft as he moaned and twitched. Ellery wanted to suck that tip, swallow the velvety shaft over and over, and taste the warm spurt as his ears filled with Ennis’s moans. He swallowed, sucking on Ennis’s intruding tongue, his own hips thrusting against Ennis’s thigh as he pleasured him.
Ennis broke the kiss suddenly by throwing his head back, panting, and a low growl rose from his open mouth, and he arched his back, thrusting up and through Ellery’s pumping hand, a jet of come erupting between the long fingers. He sank back onto the mattress, shuddering.
“Hmmm... you liked that, boy,” Ellery said, gathering up the warm come in his hand and raising it to his mouth. Keeping his eyes on Ennis’s face, he licked his hand methodically.
“Oh.. yeah.”
Ellery let his tongue flicker over his fingers, lapping up his lover’s sticky fluid. “Ya taste good, even all banged up.”
Ennis shuddered again, his eyes riveted to Ellery’s licking tongue. “Ya drive me crazy when ya do that.”
“Ya drive me crazy all the time, sweetheart. Now we got that outta the way...” He leaned back, sliding his wet hand, still sticky, over his own erection, lubricating it. “Ya get ta watch me come.”
“Mmmm... yeah.”
Ellery closed his eyes partway, keeping focused on Ennis’s flushed face, his still heaving chest, and arched up as he began to stroke himself. Masturbation was a completely different experience when observed... for Ellery, it too on more of a performance aspect, his hips rising in rhythm with his stroking hand, fingering the tip and slit of his cock as it wept droplets of precome, adding them to the moisture of Ennis’s come as he stroked, flicking his balls with his fingers with each stroke. He imagined himself impaled on Ennis’s erection as he pumped himself, the image electrifying him with pleasure, and he moaned with delight as Ennis reached over with a hand and latched onto his left nipple, twisting it roughly, causing him to shiver with the stimulation.
“Come on darlin, come on,” Ennis urged, twisting the darkening red flesh of his nipple, Ennis’s pulse once again racing with the excitement of watching Ellery pleasure himself.
“Oh...” Ellery sighed, his hips driving upward as he worked his cock with feverish strokes. He imagined himself held down, Ennis’s hand holding a fistfull if hair, thighs spread, Ennis’s cock driving deep between his cheeks, his cock pulsing with pleasure as it rubbed against the sheet, hearing that groaning cry of pleasure as Ennis released, provoking his own explosion: “Oh fuck...!” he came, squeezing the base of his cock and then upward to the tip as a second jet of come squirted out and across his thigh, dribbling down against Ennis’ thigh. Ennis released his grip on Ellery’s nipple and touched the wet tip of his cock, dabbing his fingers in the hot pool, then brought them to his mouth, grinning at Ellery as his tongue darted out and tasted him. Ellery panted, watching Ennis imitate him and lap his fingers, swallowing.
Just a little something to end my day on.
Night all, c ya tomorow for some more hip thrusts June lol.
Topic: Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll (Read 3170380 times)