Disclaimer: I only wish the boys were mine all mine. But it's probably a good thing they're not. I'm making no money from this story. (As if someone would really pay me to do this. Heck, why should they? I'm already doing it for free! <g>)
Warnings: I must admit to some, ok a lot, of embarrassment over posting this. I've never written anything even remotely explicit before. If you laugh yourselves sick and spew Pepsi all over the keyboard while reading this, well, I can't make up my mind whether or not I want to know. So I leave it up to you to decide for me.
You step out of the bath, droplets of water glistening on your smooth skin. Skin the color of ripe peaches, with just a hint of cream.Aware that I'm watching, you slowly reach for a towel, allowing me to enjoy the play of sleek muscle beneath that satiny expanse of skin. You take your time drying off, rubbing the towel slowly over your entire body, paying special attention to certain select regions.
I can't help it. I moan softly, wishing it was my hands touching you, tracing a path across those broad shoulders and down that firm chest to ...
Then I'm incapable of coherent thought as you turn to fully face me. A slow, sweet smile curves those full lips in a delicious grin as you stare down at me. I can see you're half aroused already from this little display you've been putting on. My own cock has been painfully hard for some time now. Ever since you got into the damn tub.
"Do you like what you see, Buck?" You laugh softly and start to turn away. That does it. I surge out of my chair and grab your arm, spinning you around to face me. I pull your unresisting body close and begin kissing you with all the pent up passion of the last hour. Your mouth opens up beneath mine and I feel the tip of your tongue as you run it over my lips. You taste so good. Like whiskey and candy and something else I can't quite put a name to. I want to taste more. I begin kissing and nibbling my way down your neck. I can feel the stubble rough against my tongue. You moan as I reach the sensitive spot right below your ear. I keep going, easing my way towards the bed while I'm at it. It's only a few feet away, but it feels like miles. I lay you down on the bed and begin tearing off my clothes, popping some buttons in my haste.
You reach for me eagerly as I toss the last remnants of clothing in the corner and sink down beside you on the bed. I run my hands over your shoulders and down the flat planes of your stomach, just like I had imagined doing earlier. Only this time I add a few refinements. Like my lips and tongue following the trail my hands leave. You're writhing around on the bed, moaning. I'm so hard I feel like I'm gonna explode. Each desperate toss and turn of your body under mine pushes me that much closer to the edge.
"Please, Buck," you beg breathlessly.
"Please what?" I ask wickedly. I know exactly what you want. What we both want. I just like to hear you say it. Lord knows, I say it to you often enough.
"Please fuck me." I don't need to be asked twice. Grabbing the bottle of oil we keep around for these occasions, I sit back and let you watch as I rub it slowly over the hard length of my cock. Then it's your turn. I roll you over gently and begin rubbing the oil gently between those sweet cheeks. That's how I think of you. Sweet cheeks. You'd kill me if you knew. I begin to insert one finger at a time, in preparation. You've got your face buried in the pillow, trying to stifle those moans. I can feel you hot and slick against my fingers. I can't wait anymore.
"I can't wait anymore. I need you right now." Your words are an eerie echo of my thoughts. I begin easing slowly inside you, gritting my teeth against the fierce desire to plunge my entire length into you now. It feels wonderful. You feel wonderful. Tight and hot and impossible to describe. Mere words aren't enough.
Finally, I'm all the way inside you. I begin easing in and out, slowly at first, then with increasing force, spurred on by your cries of pleasure. You're arching back against me and I reach around and begin stroking you, trying to keep the same rhythym. You shudder and I can feel the hot wetness of you spurting between my fingers. Seconds later, I'm coming inside you and then we're both collapsing back onto the bed. We lay there quietly for a few minutes and then you turn your head and look deep into my eyes. You open your mouth to speak.
"Buck. Buck! What's the matter? Did you fall asleep in the tub again? You're due at the jail in less than 10 minutes. Better get a move on."
Buck Wilmington smiled in satisfaction as he stood up and took the towel his friend handed him. He loved bathtime. Just so long as his friends never found out why he liked it so much. Whistling to himself, he began to get dressed, wondering which one of his six friends he could think about next time.
THE END