IslandAffair

My parents have always
been there for me but a lot of the time I had to go to the office to find my
father. If nothing else, this holiday has shown me that’s the way I was
heading. This is a wake-up call, telling me I need to get a life.”
    “Maybe going back to carpentry is a good start. Finding
something else you love.”
    “Maybe.” John stared at him intently for a moment and there
was something in his eyes that made Robin shiver. A moment later it was gone.
“But for now why don’t I show you what else I can do with my hands?”
    He grinned and bobbed his eyebrows, making Rob laugh at his
lascivious expression. Then he kissed him and his laughter was forgotten.
    John turned him in his arms until they faced each other.
Legs entwined, bodies pressed close. Robin could feel the hard heat of John’s
erection through their shorts, rubbing with delicious friction against his own.
A shiver of arousal ran through him and his nipples beaded in response.
Deliberately he ran his hands over the warm skin of his lover’s back, gripped
that tight ass and rocked his hips. Making John moan hungrily into his mouth
and slide his hand under the leg of Robin’s shorts and between the cleft of his
buttocks. Robin whimpered and broke their kiss to nip the other man’s
stubble-roughened chin. John’s hand whispered over his anus and his body
clenched with the need to be filled.
    The intimate caress brought Rob to his senses enough to
think about the bodyguards. He might find the idea of having someone watch
exciting but he wasn’t ready to do it. Besides, there were places that sand
should never be introduced.
    “Let’s go inside,” he gasped.
    “Inside,” John echoed and gave another brief kiss before
climbing to his feet and leading Rob up the steps and into the cool air of the
cottage. John’s erection tented the front of his shorts. Robin smiled at him
and beckoned him toward the sofa, pushing him back onto the soft cushions.
    “Let me take care of that for you.”
    Their eyes met and held as he knelt between John’s knees and
grasped the waistband of John’s shorts. Waiting for him to lift his hips so Rob
could pull them down and off, freeing the stiff cock from its restriction.
Long, gloriously hard flesh with enough girth that he thanked God for lube. He
had seen it before of course, but this time Rob wanted to savor it. It bobbed
in time with John’s heartbeat, the crown flushed dark crimson, the slit weeping
pre-cum. Rob leaned forward, bracing himself on the other man’s thighs,
catching the salty fluid with his tongue. Brushing his cheek against the
velvety-smooth skin. Breathing the scent of John’s arousal deep into his lungs.
    “You smell so good, love.”
    John moaned and Rob felt the tremor as his lover fought to
stay still. He nuzzled the crisp hair at the base of the shaft and ran his
tongue over the soft sac, drawing each side into his mouth and tugging gently.
    Robin’s own erection throbbed against his shorts and he
reached down to free it with one hand, firmly grasping John’s cock with the
other and drawing his tongue back up along the length of him. John was panting
now, his hands clenched in the soft cushions of the sofa. When Robin at last
took him in his mouth he cried out and thrust forward helplessly. Robin drew
back slightly, enough that he didn’t choke, waiting until John grasped control
again and subsided back onto the seat. Loving the fast throb of his lover’s
heartbeat against his tongue, he slowly worked John’s cock into his mouth,
swallowing when he felt it nudging the back of his throat and then sucking as
he pulled back. Stroking his own cock in rhythm until he could feel the tension
in both their bodies that heralded their approaching release. John’s hands
threaded into his hair and he could feel them shaking. Almost…almost…
    “Stop,” John gasped. “Ah, sweet Jesus. Stop.” He pulled
weakly at Robin’s hair. “I want to be inside you. Right. Now.”
    Robin heard the need in John’s voice and reluctantly
released him.
    “Tell me you have a condom,” he growled as the other man
joined him on the floor.
    “Aye.” John reached down and drew a condom and a small
package of lube out of the pocket of his discarded shorts.
    Robin took the packet from him. “Thank God, I don’t think I
can make it to the bedroom.” He leaned forward, bracing his arms on the seat as
John positioned himself behind him.
    “Dinnae you dare move fae that spot.” John