Well, Roy has finally acted on that attraction to Dustin he's been feeling for a while now, and it looks like it's more than mutual. See what develops in this week's chapter of The Sheriff. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they're up to. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!
Damn, that felt good. Sure, he’d played with women’s nipples
before, many times, but none of them had ever showed an interest in touching his.
He hadn’t realized they were so sensitive.
He grasped the back of Dustin’s head and gently lifted it until their
eyes met. He wanted to read Dustin’s expression for himself, not have to guess
at what he might be thinking.
“If we’re going to keep going, we should go to my room and
get more comfortable, I think.”
“I like that idea.”
Dustin’s smile was more than enough to convince Roy he was
very much interested in continuing what they were doing. Roy could see a desire
in his eyes that matched his own. “Then
let’s do it.”
They disentangled themselves long enough to rise from the
couch. Roy took Dustin’s hand in his and drew him up against him, meshing their
lips together once more with feverish urgency, as though he couldn’t stop
kissing the blond. He walked him slowly backward, guiding him carefully. Once they reached the bedroom, they drew
apart in order to strip.
Roy was certainly familiar with the male form, and he wasn’t
particularly bashful about being naked in front of another man. God knows, he’d
run across Lee and Marshall on more than a few bare-assed occasions, and they
weren’t exactly shy either, so he thought nothing of it.
But looking at Dustin’s naked body was different. Dustin was
rousing a desire in Roy such as he’d never felt before. And he had every
intention of doing something about it. No sense in pretending to be shy,
either. Shy was for innocent virgins, and Roy was neither innocent nor a
virgin, even if his experience didn’t extend to encounters with the same sex.
Yet.
“You know I’ve never done this before—” Roy began as he
pulled Dustin into his embrace once more, his hand exploring the texture of
Dustin’s firm back and soft skin.
“You sure you want to?” Dustin broke in. He trembled under
Roy’s touch.
“Damn sure I want to,” Roy said. “Is there anything I need
to know before we get started?”
Dustin smirked. “Looks like we’ve already got started, I
think.”
“Smart ass, aren’t you?” Roy lightly slapped Dustin’s ass,
and when Dustin moaned, he did it again. “Like that, do you?”
“Hell yeah, keep it up. Maybe lay me across your lap? Do it
right.”
Roy took a seat on the edge of the bed and patted his knees.
Dustin quickly situated himself across Roy’s legs. “How’s this?”
“Mmm, scoot up a little bit.”
Dustin complied without hesitation.
“Yeah, that’s good,” Roy said. “I can reach you better
there. You sure you want this?”
“I’m sure.”
Roy raised his hand and brought it lightly down onto one of
Dustin’s buttocks.
“I barely felt that, do it harder,” Dustin urged.
Roy repeated the motion with a little more emphasis. “I
don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t, I promise. Tell you what, we can have a safeword,
and if I use it, then you stop. Okay?”
“Okay, what kind of word should we use?”
Dustin wriggled his ass in what Roy knew had to be a
deliberate motion, before replying, “Something we wouldn’t normally say. Like
turnip or kumquat or something.”
“Okay, how about turnip?” Roy lifted his hand again and
brought it down with a little more emphasis on Dustin’s cute ass. Hard enough
to redden the skin.
“Oh yeah, just like that,” Dustin moaned. “Feels good.”
Roy obliged with a few more solid whacks. Dustin’s skin
fairly glowed, as he alternated between each cheek.
“You wouldn’t happen to have any lube would you?”
“Never had a use for it. Guess I’ll have to get some. What
will I be using it for?”
“To get inside of me.” Dustin turned his head, looking up at
Roy. “I assume you want to top?”
“If that means I’m inside of you, then yes.” Roy nodded. He
couldn’t imagine having someone inside of him. He was more than content with
being… what did Dustin call it?... the top. Did that make Dustin the bottom? He
assumed so.
“We’ll have to improvise today then. First, I want you to spit on your finger and
stick It up my ass, to stretch me.”
“Spit works?”
“In a pinch it does,” Dustin said. “I sure as hell don’t
want to stop long enough to buy some lube, do you?”
“Hell no.”
Dustin reached back and spread his cheeks, offering Roy a
view of his pucker. Roy had never seen one so up close and personal before. He
wondered what it would feel like. Spitting on his right index finger, he gently
circled the rim before gingerly sliding the tip inside of Dustin.
“Farther,” Dustin urged. “All the way in.”
“Don’t forget the turnip, all right?”
“I won’t, just do it!”
Roy was surprised at the intensity in Dustin’s voice. He
obliged by sliding his finger inside in its entirely. Dustin felt warm and soft
and tight all at one and the same time. Roy wasn’t sure what he’d been
expecting, but that wasn’t it.
“Oh yeah, that’s good. Now move it, in and out, like it was
your cock.”
Roy was hesitant at first, sure he was hurting Dustin. But
when he didn’t hear the word turnip, he kept going. If he felt this good
surrounding Roy’s finger, then how good would it feel around his cock? Roy
moaned at the thought.
“That’s it, now put in another finger, then kindof scissor
them. That’ll stretch the muscle out enough for you to fit.”
If Roy had any doubts that he wanted to fuck Dustin, his
weeping cock laid all those ideas to rest. He’d never wanted anyone as badly as
he wanted Dustin right this minute.
to be continued
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