Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 10

scared him. "Don't touch your cock," he warned as he thrust into the warm heat of Oliver's talented mouth. "I'm going to jerk you off while I fuck you. There'd better be lube in that man-purse of yours, or you're gonna walk funny." Oliver's answering hum seemed to curl around the base of his spine.
    When the pleasure rose till George feared he'd lose it, he reluctantly pulled out of the warmth of Oliver's mouth. Pulling him to his feet, he kissed him fiercely before turning him against the rough stone. He retrieved a condom from Oliver's bag, applying it quickly then coated it liberally with the lube. Dropping to his knees, he jerked down the pants to Oliver's fancy track suit. George alternated kisses with bites as he parted the taut curves.
    "Ah, fuck. Yeah baby. Use that big cock of yours to punish me for those pink shoes." Oliver moaned as George dragged his tongue through the tempting crevice. His rim job was short and sweet, stroking over the pucker only until Oliver was making the sound George often replayed in his head when he jacked off alone, but Oliver didn't complain when he stood. Coating his fingers, he reached around, grasping Oliver's cock as he prepped him. Eagerly, Oliver moved, thrusting into George's fist then rocking back onto his invading fingers.
    "Such a cock whore," George muttered before dragging his tongue around the outline of Oliver's ear. For good measure, he traced the crisp outline of his new beard, making Oliver push back harder. He kept his invading strokes slow and obstinately avoided the spot he knew Oliver wanted stroked, forcing him to beg. Twisting his wrist as he added the third finger did the trick.
    "Damn you, George, fuck me," Oliver gasped. George positioned his cockhead at Oliver's hole and smiled as Oliver pushed back, impaling himself eagerly. Oliver reached back, grasping his thigh to demand deeper strokes. "Harder, baby. I want you in deep."
    He felt he was in too deep with Oliver in many ways, but this wasn't one of them. He rocked, losing himself in the pleasure of sinking into Oliver. George fucked him easy, then hard, thrusting and withdrawing, reveling in the cries Oliver made, the sound of flesh striking flesh, the heavy swing of his balls slapping Oliver's ass—all of it seemed better with this man. Every time George thought he might cum, he pulled out, then had to grit his teeth against the rush of excitement from pushing back inside Oliver's tight passage, his pleasure exacerbated by the cry of welcome Oliver uttered each time. Unable to delay any longer, he drove deep, rocking his hips against the other man's firm body. The babbling stream and the scolding of shocked cardinals and jays muted their sounds of mutual pleasure, but the stone abutment Oliver faced seemed to throw every sound he made back at George. Oliver's shaft felt like hot marble in his fist as George expertly caressed the head, rotating his wrist faster as he thrust with equal speed, desperate now to cum.
    "Goddamn, I love you." George thought he heard Oliver whisper as George felt the shaft he held swell and then jerk as it erupted. His own pleasure climbed as he felt Oliver's ass tighten around his cock, forcing George over the brink. He pressed his chest against Oliver's muscled back as he emptied, slowing his fist into a soft caress.
    "Mm, missed you," Oliver sighed.
    In response, George kissed his neck and gave his balls an affectionate squeeze, then eased out of his ass, fearing he was too light-headed to respond without saying too much. He dropped the condom into a zip bag Oliver had thoughtfully included in his 'outdoor sex kit', yanked up his pants and silently squatted to rinse his hands in the stream.
    Sighing, he sank onto the moss and leaf-covered hillside, flopping onto his back. Oliver sat down then snuggled against his side. They cuddled, just kissing and stroking each other while listening to the stream and the birds. A squirrel leapt from branch-to-branch high in the limbs of an oak tree, and George felt a rare peace. He wondered how long Oliver would last lying on the ground before he stood and began brushing himself off.
    "Do you believe in angels?" he finally asked.
    Predictably, Oliver got to his feet, stretching like a big cat. "Do I believe Lucien? Is that what you're asking? Lucien was imbalanced, George, you didn't see him." Then he spoiled George's mood by adding, "Real soon, I'm going to show you how good it feels to take a cock." Oliver had his head down,