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It's Devlin. Well, welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed,
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good fantasies. So tonight the concluding part of our little
male on male fantasy. Yes, that's second chance erotic romance.
Jake is finally back home and he's called Marcus out
to the Jetty to resolve their differences. But just what
did happen all those years ago? Why on earth did
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your body as you enjoy tonight's show. The air crackled
with electricity as the sea breeze danced between them. Twenty
years of frustrated silence lit up the night air. All
the words so rehearsed were just now forgotten. All the reasons,
the excuses, nothing more than fleeting memories. It was this
moment here between the two of them, This was all
that really mattered. Jake sucked in a breath before turning
to face Marcus. Him, Marcus, his first lover, the traitor.
So what happened between you and Sarah? Jake said curtly.
Last time I saw you, you two were going to
get hitched and ride off into the sunset. Marcus's shoulders
dropped as his gaze held Jake's. A sense of relief
drifted over him, knowing this was the issue between them. Sighing,
he whispered gently, you know full well what happened to Sarah.
His stare hardened as they watched each other. It wasn't
her fault. You don't need to be such a bitch
to her. Jake's gaze dropped. Yes, he knew Marcus was right.
It really wasn't her fault. If it was anyone's fault,
it was Marcus's. His forehead as the pain burned back
through his body, faces on everyone at the prom staring
at him as he stood alone, waiting for Marcus to
walk through the door so they might show everyone they
were a couple. But when Marcus walked through that door,
Sarah's arms in his Jake's world just collapsed in. He
could feel the ground opening to take him, his eyes
staring with an empty glaze of disbelief. After all the promises,
after giving himself to Marcus, he turns up with her.
He pushes their relationships straight in his face, Barely able
to control his anger or embarrassment. Jake pushed through the
surface doors at the back of the building and ran
into the night, desperate for somewhere to hide to lick
his wounds. That was the last time you saw Marcus
before tonight. Mars's stare hardened in the moonlight. Stepping forward,
he growled, I didn't say I wouldn't take her to
the prom. It's jewel set, he continued, You overreacted. Why
would I embarrass her in front of everyone by not
taking her? Two days after finishing high school, I finished
with Sarah, knowing then I was gay. You showed me that,
but you had already left town. I went to see
your folks, apparently clear had been round and told them
you had dumped her because you were gay. You really
didn't think it through, did you. You were always a
more sensible one, Jake said, thankful to be in the
dim light of the moon to hide its embarrassed blush.
And why the fuck didn't you even come back to visit.
I only went for a few weeks, but then my
parents found out I was gay, so I didn't have
a home to come back to, and the last time
I spoke to them, they made it clear that everyone
in the town was against this, and honestly, the way
this town is, I could believe it. Well. I kept
myself to myself, avoided church, in the football club, and
didn't get into any hassle. Maybe you should have done
the same. Nervously, Jake looked at Marcus before asking do
you have someone now? Marcus just laughed rily, No, I don't.
I tried a couple of dating websites but didn't really
click like anyone like I did with you. He shook
his head, which I hated myself for do you know
how much it hurts to want someone that just ups
and leaves? You could be such an asshole at times?
Pain flickered in Marcus's tongue, something Jake hadn't been expecting,
something that upset him a lot more than he thought
it would. Taking a step forward and grasping Marcus's hand tightly,
he squeezed it and whispered, I don't mean to be
an asshole. I'm just passionate, Marcus sighed, before saying an
asshole who spent twenty years wasting time over something that
never actually happened. That really is dumb, Jake. And don't
you get the idea up in waiting for you? From
what I said earlier? I haven't. I just haven't met
anyone else yet. The thought of Marcus with anyone else
made him feel sick. Marcus may not have been waiting
for him, but Jake had been waiting for Marcus without
realizing it. Can you forgive me? Jake said, his feelings
ricocheting all around his body. Where the fuck do I
even begin with that? Marcus hissed as he tuttered under
his breath. Jake took a step forward, their bodies only
inches apart as he dropped to his knees, the timber
creaking gently as it settled under his legs. Without saying
a word, he fumbled with marx his belt, releasing it
before sliding his pants over his muscular thighs. His cock,
semi erect, hung in his boxes. Hungrily, Jake pulled the
boxes down, his lips, kissing up and down his swelling shaft,
sliding his mouth over the tip of his cock, his
lips stretching even in its semi flaccid state. Wickedly, Jake
tormented his growing erection with his tongue. Without mercy, he
pursued it. The moon cast her ivory glow over marks
his face, the moon in its shadow, displaying the tensions
of the muscles beautifully as his hands slipped down and
grasped Jake's hair, pushing his now swollen cock deep into
his throat, Groaning loudly, his balls bashed against Jake's chin
with each and every thrust, the thrust becoming more punishing, determined,
as if everyone were powered by an emotional torment that
has lived inside for over twenty years, like a volcano,
simmering inside right up until this moment. Marks his hand
lowered and grasped the back of Jake's hair, tightly, lifting
him up so their eyes met the moon's dull light
sparkling between them, intensifying their gaze. As they stared in silence,
Jake was suddenly aware how hard his cock was, painfully aware,
harder than he could ever remember it being, even that
first time together. Something about this tension between them, the
restrained aggression that poured from Marcus, made itself known in
one place between his thighs. Fuck. Something about this atmosphere
fueled his desire, sent his libido into overdrive, made him
painfully erect. Marcus flipped him around and pressed him against
the post at the end of the jetty. The heat
of Marcus's breath burned at his neck, a flame of
anger that singed his desire as he pressed along his back,
his erection still throbbing and needy as he pushed it
against Shake's ass. Fuck. His rosette was already clutching beneath
his jeans, wantonly desperate to fill this cock, stretched that
tight muscle to fill his virginal ass. As gay as
he was, Jake had never surrendered his ass to another man.
He had always taken them, penetrated them. It was his
way of maintaining a distance, of ensuring he didn't get
too involved. For the first time, he wondered if this
was the right choice. He wanted to have Marcus inside him,
to take him, to own him, but a fuck, how
much would it hurt. He'd taken plenty of virginal ass
in his time. He guessed it seemed more than a
little uncomfortable. In his endless attempts to keep everyone at
a distance, he really didn't pay much attention to what
other people were feeling. Jake suddenly realized his hands were
being tied around the jetty post. Marcus stepped back and
stared at his body. The very feeling of having Marcus's
stare burn over him sent a new wave of pleasure
through him, as if he was being studied in preparation.
That curiosity did nothing but fuel his desire what would
come next? When they were teenagers they would get off
by rubbing their cocks together. That was a long time ago.
This wasn't about clumsy fumbles in the dark. His ass
could fill the anticipation building and was inviting the moment
it clutched at the air wildly desperately. Marx's feet kicked
at his ankles, forcing his legs apart, before stepping back
and watching him again. Suddenly, his jeans were unfastened and
sliding down his thighs. The cold air bit savagely at
his now naked ass, that icy chill burning through every
nerve he could fill, the goose bumps peppering his ass,
just before Marx's large hand connected with it, emphasized by
a deafening slab, A groan dropped from Jake's lips. The
afterglow of heat cascaded from his ass, tingling down his thighs.
As Marks's hand slid over his ass with such a gentle,
sensual caress, Jake didn't believe it could come from the
same man. His fingertips moved over Jake's bulls, fondling them gently,
perpetuating the tingles of electricity that ricocheted across his ass,
Fueling his erection. Jake's hips pushed back, inviting Marcus further,
something Marcus ignored as he squeezed his balls between his fingers.
The gentle pressure burning through his ass as Marcus grabbed
his balls with his palm and squeezed, intensifying the delights
moving through him. A wave of disappointment flooded over Jake
as Marcus released his balls, the cold area of firming
its grip on them. Before he felt the second spank
hit him even harder. A sting echoed through his buttocks,
every sensitive part of his ass. Fuck, he moaned to
himself as a pulsing sensation moved through him. This was
something quite different to anything he had experienced before. It
was almost as if this sensation had occupied every nerve
in his body suddenly took complete control of his desire.
He could not believe the all consuming sensations that resonated
through him, every spank, heightening the sensations, and then the
feeling of emptiness as they vanished, the void filled with
desperate need for more. Marcus slid his fingers over the
trembling globes of Jake's ass, his caress so gentle, yet
still sending bolts of electricity through every nerve. His co
jerked painfully hard as Marcus pressed his erection between his cheeks,
the burning rule sensitivity of his ass adding a new
level to the pleasure. One finger pushed inside, forcing a
guttural moan from Jake's lips, His tight rosette stretched to
give access to the intrusive finger. The burning sensation that flowed,
spreading across his ass and burned through his balls until
it gently subsiding, leaving a beautiful, warm glow that polsed
along his ass and caressed his cock. The gentle movements
of Marcus's fingers spreading the feeling through his whole body,
a veil of lust gripping him. As Marcus slipped another
finger inside his ass, scissoring them gently, stretching that rosette
little by little, his ass screamed for satisfaction. It ached
to be funked, to be filled like never before. Marks
his fingertip caressed the tingling walls, massaging them. Jake grasped
at his bines, grasping the posters his body tormented him
with pleasure. His fingernails dug into the wet wood as
his body writhed under Marx's touch. He tried to escape
the torment of his fingers pushing inside his ass, but
there was no escape. He just down well wished he'd
fuck him, fuck me, Jake pleaded. Suddenly, Marks's lips went
next to his ears, his breath burning his skin. The
tip of his erection teased at Jake's ass. He want
my hard cock, Marcus whispered playfully. Jake pushed back, his
desperation undeniable, wanting that cock inside him more than anything
in the world. He gripped the timber of the jetty,
waiting for the first thrust. Are you sure you're ready
for me? Marcus whispered, his fingernails dragging down Jake's back
before sliding back inside his ass. Jake's back arched, his
body trembled. Please, yes, I am, he cried, tears of
pleasurable torments stinging his eyes. Twenty years is a long
time to be blamed for something you didn't do. I know,
I know, Please Marcus, Jake pleaded. How sorry are you?
Marcus whispered, before biting into Jake's neck. The new wave
of pleasure masquer raiding his pain, forced his body to
twist again. Trying to control this avalanche that would not yield,
this sorry, Marcus said as he thrust his swollen cock
into Jake's ass. The fire of pain burnt through his
muscles as Marcus pushed deep and hard. Grasping his bindes,
Jake tried to lift himself slightly to relieve the pressure.
Without waiting, Marcus thrust again, his cock, pushing along the
wall of Jake's ass, forcing a desperate moment submission to
echo through his chest. The fire receded, leaving a beautiful
glow as Marcus continued to fuck his virginal ass. The
confident and determined movement of Marcus's cock seemed to press
on Jake's hotspots, hotspots he never knew he had fuck,
he moaned, wondering why he had never let someone fuck
his ass before. Every single thrust seemed to force his
cock harder, more intense. Without warning, the strong grasp of
Marx's fingers circled his swollen shaft and stroked him up
and down in perfect time with the thrust of his cock.
The sensation of Marcus's broad chest pressing along his back,
feeling every moan, every pant, every breath moving through his chest.
Their bodies and so naturally fell into perfect symphony. That
sensation was growing just the same as all those years ago.
He could feel marks his orgasm moving through his body
like a ground swell erupting through every nerve. The shared
sensation engulfed them. Jake's ass fluttered along Marcus's cock, willing
him to come, knowing full well the sensation of his
heart come inside his ass would do nothing less than
make him explode, But Marcus had been a lot more controlled.
His body on the edge of an orgasm, Jake could
feel it. The fact Marcus was holding his orgasm made
it so much more sexy, so much more powerful. Desperately,
Jake's body tensed, trying to hold onto his orgasm, trying
to control the flood of pleasure that refused to yield
as it moved through him. Sensing his growing intension, Marcus
grasped his cock tighter, his hand rubbing up and down
his length as he pummeled his own cock into his ass,
Desperately hanging onto the ropes around his wrists as Jake's
only means of support, trying to avoid slipping into the water,
the hammering of Marcus's cock lifting a mop off his
feet with every thrust. He growled, not any particular word,
just a noise, a primeval noise that echoed back thousands
of years, that spoke of men that were barely more
than animals, taking whatever they wanted, however they wanted it.
Without warning, Marcus tensed, his thrust determined and abbreviated, as
his orgasm spread up from his feet, his cock swelling,
filling Jake's ass to the breaking point, pushing along his
nerve ends, forcing a tremble through him. Marx's hand grasped
his cock tightly, squeezing it as his own cocker erupted
inside Jake's ass, the stream of warm cum filling the
tight rosette, panting. Marcus's thrust slowed. Then there was a
new sensation as a warm come pulsed into his ass,
his body trembling as a wave of pleasure exploded from
the nerves in Jake's ass, spreading intensifying his orgasm, and
for the first time, Jake felt his orgasm explode in
his ass and pulse up his cock. Before his seaman
coated Marx's hand. A sudden breeze caressed across the water,
sending a chill through their bodies. Marcus reached up and
loosened the vines. Jake all but collapsed into his arms,
his legs having not any strength or balance in them anymore.
Taking a moment, Marcus held Jake tightly while whispering, your hope,
Now you're safe. Oblivious tool around him. Jake eventually regained
his focus and managed to stand, pulling his cheens over
his still throbbing ass. Slowly, Markus guided him back to
the reunion, finding a table near the entrance, he went
off to retrieve a warm drink. They had both been
virtually naked on the jetty for hours in the cold evening.
They needed a warm drink. When Marcus returned, they held
their mouds closely, enjoying the warmth, neither speaking of the
transformation tonight. That warning, Jake leaned forward and grasped Marx's hand,
Taking Marx's finger between his lips, his tongue explored the
last of his cumb on his soft skin. That moment,
they just watched each other's eyes, immersed in the silent
pleasure that moved between them. So I hope you enjoyed
that and tune in next week. I'm sure you'll enjoy it.
But until then, and always with your pleasure in mind,
this is definitely wild. Wishing you salacious dreams was Fi