AUTHOR'S NOTES:
I have mentioned before that I felt this book was light on lemony goodness. I am about to make up for that. And speaking of fantastic lemony yummy, has everyone read Errors 58? I just can't get enough of Edward and Jasper expressing their love, especially physically, for each other. Liz, a great chapter as always.
Now, as you read on, you will find I tackled something in the first part of this chapter that I've never done before. It was (partly) virgin territory for me, but I think it turned out rather well. And my darling sister was of enormous help here, especially with certain mechanics. (and quite a trooper she is too. I think she even used the word 'squick' at one point)
Miss Maureen, there is a section in the second part aimed right at you. You'll know it when you read it. Giant hugs and kisses to both my sisters.
Anyone who has not read the incredible Equal & Opposite, or is not now reading the brilliance that is Errors & Omissions should go do so right now. Links to both stories are in my profile.
WARNING:
This story is intended for an adult audience! There is crude speech, hate speech and adult sexual subject matter of a homosexual nature. If you are under 18 stop reading now!
AU/AH/OC
All characters from Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer. I just take them out and play with them.
Chapter 20: Wedding Night, Part I
Carson and Sonja reached their floor first. With good natured hugs, they parted from the gay couples and Carson was almost disappointed that no one wanted to pat his butt one last time. All thoughts of men touching him fled from his mind as he followed his wife down the deserted hotel corridor to their room. When Sonja stopped at their door to fish their room key from her purse, he pressed himself up against her from behind.
"Oh, you think you want it like that tonight?" Sonja deliberately took her time with the room key as her husband's hands circled around her waist and travelled up her body. "You want me from behind?"
"From behind," Carson bent to kiss the side of her neck and as he did so, reached to run a hand up her thigh, hiking her dress up in the process. "From the front. From the bottom."
Sonja tilted her head to the side as she reached up and ran the fingers of one hand through his short, dark hair. Carson continued to kiss his way along her neck as he cupped and ever so gently massaged her breast with his left hand through the thin fabric of her dress and bra. A dress and bra he could not wait to rid her of. With his right hand he continued to explore the delights of his beautiful, blonde wife's thighs. Carson hiked her dress up as far as he dared before he knew she would stop him. Just the thought of her sweet, wet pussy had the fireman's pole rock hard and Sonja could feel it. Carson didn't even know that she had the key in hand and had unlocked their door until she pushed it open.
"Get in here," Sonja commanded. She grabbed his hand as she moved forward out of his clutches and pulled him into their room. "Unzip me," she instructed as she shrugged out of his tux jacket.
"Oh, yes, Honey," Carson did not hesitate. It was one of his very favorite things to do. Sonja just held his jacket in her hands as her husband carefully pulled down the delicate zipper all the way, exposing her back and the back of her black, lace, strapless bra to him.
"I know you want me to help you with this," Carson's deft and practiced fingers had the clasps on his wife's bra undone in an instant. Sonja held her dress and bra in place with the arm in which she held his jacket. She turned and, with her other hand, reached up to grab hold of his tie. Sonja pulled Carson's face down to hers by his tie.
"What I want," Sonja spoke with her lips a hair's breadth from his, "is for you to get out of these clothes."
Carson couldn't stand it. He closed the distance and attacked her mouth with a growl. He pulled his jacket out of her hands and threw it. Where it landed, Carson did not know or care. With Sonja's dress unzipped and bra unfastened, both came away easily and two of the best things in Carson's world were in his hands.
"Mmm!" Carson stuck his tongue even deeper into her mouth and Sonja welcomed it. She liked her husband's hunger. Sonja loosened his tie and pulled it off of him as he slowly maneuvered her backward. It wasn't as much the dress that fell about her ankles as the bed behind her that caused her to fall backwards. Carson was on his mate in a flash.
"Oh, Honey," Carson knelt beside the bed between his wife's legs. He lifted her right leg and placed it over his shoulder as he kissed his way from her knee all the way up to the edge of her panties.
"Mmm," Sonja enjoyed the loving attention of her husband's lips along her inner thigh. Carson curled his fingers into the waistband of her black lace thong. It was very skimpy, but anything was too much as far as Carson was concerned. Sonja obliged by lifting her hips toward his face as he pulled her panties down. Carson closed his eyes as he drew his wife's last tiny garment down her legs. Sonja lifted her left leg first to pull it free of the unwanted scrap of fabric, and then placed her leg on her husband's broad shoulder as she did the same with her right. Carson opened his eyes and looked down on the glorious naked beauty of his Nordic blonde wife. Sonja watched him do the thing he damn near always did as he held her panties in his fist. He brought them to his face and let his eyes roll back as he inhaled deeply thought his nose. Her scent went straight to his dick every time.
"You can have the real thing," Sonja repeated the line she used every time he did that.
"You are so beautiful, Sonja," Carson dropped the panties as he crawled up over her. He did not let his weight bear down on her as he lowered his face to hers. Sonja opened her mouth to his and welcomed his tongue into her mouth with her own once again. She busied her hands unbuttoning his vest and pulled his shirttail out of his pants.
"Mmph!" Carson moaned into her mouth as she grabbed his throbbing erection through the thin fabric of his dress pants and underwear. He broke their kiss and she reveled in the kisses he trailed down her throat, across one collar bone, and down onto her breasts. Carson's crotch was out of her reach, but he didn't care as he cupped Sonja's left breast from the side with his right hand and brought his lips to her nipple. He closed his mouth around it and circled the pert nipple with his tongue. Sonja sighed and began to unbutton the part of her husband's shirt she could reach as he moved his mouth to her right breast. Carson applied gentle suction on his wife's second, perfect breast
Carson never even noticed that she slipped his diamond initial cufflinks out of his French cuffs. Sonja just managed to reach to place them on the bedside table when he started to kiss his way down her body. Carson felt her tug on his shirt and vest and just let her pull them both off over his head as he trailed wet kisses down his wife's trim, little torso. Sonja threw his waded up tux shirt and vest on the floor as his nose brushed through the pubic hair that she kept trimmed into a nice, neat little strip, the way he liked it. Carson closed his eyes as he rubbed his nose over her pussy and breathed in deeply. He raised his head and licked his lips without even realizing it as he gazed upon his wife's exposed flower.
"Oh, Sonja," Carson admired. He lowered his face and just barely touched her clit with the tip of his tongue. It satisfied him greatly when she sucked in an audible breath and her whole body reacted. Carson looked up at his wife's face and smiled before he ran his tongue in a deep, broad lap through her lips and over her most sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Ugh," Sonja moaned as her husband's tongue again drew across her swollen pearl. "Huh, uh," she could not help but squirm as his mouth closed over her nub. Carson reached up to fondle her breasts with both hands as he tounged and sucked on his wife's inflamed bead. Her nipples were now very erect as well, and that only served to turn him on more.
"Carson," Sonja put a hand to his head tugged on his hair as her husband made love to her with his mouth. Her moans, her taste, the feel of her body and the way she squirmed, all combined to make his neglected cock ache with almost painful hardness in his pants. Carson longed to be inside her, but at the moment his wife's pussy was just too sweet.
Sonja didn't care about what little make up she wore or her hair as she writhed under her husband's loving attention. "Hnnn," she all but whined as she rubbed one of the strong arms and large hands that massaged her breasts. With her other hand Sonja simultaneously puled his hair and pushed his head down on her pussy. As if Carson needed any encouragement.
Carson loved it when his wife pulled his hair. The more excited she became the harder she pulled. Of course, Carson didn't need Sonja to do that, to know that he was driving her toward orgasm. The way she moved and the sounds she made, and, most excitingly, the more her sweet juices flowed. Sonja felt every bit of his desire as her husband's lips and tongue worked her hard and sensitive bud. Carson loved what he was able to do to his beautiful wife when he felt her syrup run down his chin.
Sonja began to tremble uncontrollably. Then she beagn to sing the song that was sweetest to her husband's ears.
"Carson! Ugh. Carson, I need your cock!" Sonja cried as her whole body quivered on the bed.
"Grruh!" Carson growled into her wet pussy. He lapped through her soaked lips. He tongued and sucked on her tiny, hard nub. Carson brought his arms down and put them beneath his wife's ass to hold her hips from behind. In this way he was able to lift her light body easily off the bed and onto his face.
"Hnnh!" Sonja grabbed her own suddenly neglected breasts as her husband tried to devour her and propelled her toward orgasm. "I want your cock! I need you inside me! Carson!"
It excited the fireman no end when his wife begged him for his pole. Carson sucked harder on her swollen bundle and moved his tongue faster. He wanted to make her come. He needed to make her come. He loved to make her come.
"Carson!" Sonja really pulled on his hair now and he loved that too. "Carson! Ungh!" she yelled as her orgasm wracked her body. Carson continued his ministrations on her distended bud with his lips and tongue as her juices poured down his chin.
"Ahh! God!" Sonja alternated by pushing on her husband's head and pulling on his hair, as she rode the waves of pleasure that washed through her body. It was too much. It always was, but he was too strong. Carson wanted it to be as intense as possible for her, and it was. And it very nearly made him spend himself in his underwear.
"Carson. Oh, Carson," Sonja moaned her husband's name, more music to his ears, as her violent shaking gave way to smaller tremors. Only then did Carson raise his soaked face from her equally wet pussy. He moved his arms out from under her and gently laid her butt back down on the bed.
"My God, you are so beautiful," Carson gazed upon his naked wife, flushed from her orgasm. She panted and looked up at him as he wiped his face on his bare arm. He ran his hands lovingly and soothingly over her thighs. Then he bent down again and gave her button a last lick. Her entire body flinched.
"No more. No more of that now," Sonja sat up. "I need your cock. I told you to get out of those clothes a long time ago. Stand up," she commanded. Carson did as he was ordered. Toward his right hip, his dress pants were tented obscenely and a dark spot was visible where he had leaked through both his pants and underwear.
"I think my boy is ready for me," Sonja ran her thumb over the wet spot and the dick trapped within the clothing gave a jump.
"I'm so beyond ready for you, Honey," Carson stood still as she unfastened his belt, pulled it from his pants, and threw it. Sonja unbuttoned and unzipped her husband and, while the dress pants just fell, pulled his loose boxers down after them. His negletected, aching, throbbing manhood swung toward her face and smacked on her cheek, just as she intended, as she pushed his clothing down to his ankles.
"Ho," Carson closed his eyes as his wife cupped his heavy, swollen testicles with one hand and wrapped the other hand around his rock hard cock. She gave him a stroke and watched his continuously leaking precum well up in the snake's eye.
"Mmm," Sonja ran her tongue though his slit. She placed her lips around the tip of his penis and pulled off slowly.
"Oh, don't suck me too much, Honey. I'll blow your head off, I'm so worked up right now," Carson warned. That was all she needed to hear. Sonja moved her hand down his shaft as she took him in her mouth.
"Hoh, fuck!" Carson all but hunched over as his wife's lips closed around him. The warm, wet embrace of her mouth, coupled with the soft, sensual massage of her tongue in exactly the right place on his sensitive cum tube, had him ready to blow.
"Sonja, Jesus," Carson stood rigidly still as his wife's mouth began to ride his joint. She held his big balls with a gentle hand and just held his engorged bone with the other while she bobbed her head on him. Sonja could taste his freely leaking precum on her tongue as she sucked his cock. Carson ran his fingers though his wife's long blonde hair. He in no way attempted to control her and fought against his urge to thrust into her mouth. Sitting on the bed as she was, with him standing in front of her meant that her tongue and mouth were at exactly the right angle.
"Huh, my God! Honey, you gotta stop or I'm gonna come!" Carson warned. Sonja knew by the way his legs began to tremble, and the way his orbs pulled up tight to his body, that his warning was genuine. It wasn't that he didn't want to come in his wife's mouth, as much as he needed with his very being to be inside her. And for Sonja, it wasn't that she didn't want to make him come this way, but needed to feel him inside her just as much as he did. She stopped sucking him and took as much of his cock in her mouth as she could, and just held it there.
"Oh, God!" Carson's legs quivered as he fought to hold out. Sonja did not move her tongue on him as she did this. She learned once before that when she had him this close, and went down on him as far as she could like this, and set her tongue in motion against his cum tube, his cum had flooded her throat. She didn't mind him coming in her mouth, but she wanted no more than his head in her mouth on those occasions. Sonja didn't want him to drown her as he damn near did the time she learned this lesson.
"Shit, Honey," Carson shook his head as Sonja slowly drew her mouth up and off of him. "I'm gonna need a few minutes to calm down."
"Why don't you lay down here with me," Sonja suggested as she scooted up on the bed.
"Don't have to ask me to do that twice," Carson kicked his shoes off and pulled his feet free of the encumbering pants and boxers about his ankles. He crawled onto the bed, paused to peel his black dress socks off his big feet, and tossed them on the floor. He wanted to be as naked as his wife was. Carson slid up into place and took his wife in his arms. They opened their mouths to each other and shared a deep kiss. Carson held his wife's body to his own as he kissed her. He put a hand to her face and hitched her leg up over his thigh. As he was so much taller, the leaking head of his big cock poked right at her entrance. She felt his excited bone flex against her as his cockhead was coated in her juices.
Carson was not ready to enter her yet, lest he not last more than a minute. He moved one hand down to her box and coated his fingers in her slick syrup. Sonja moaned into his mouth and put a hand on his pec as he began to rub her still very sensitive button with his slick fingers and held her tightly to his body.
With effort, Sonja forced herself to break their kiss. "Lay on your back," she instructed. Carson always obeyed his wife in bed and did so. Just as he hoped she would, Sonja got up and straddled him, her dripping wet pussy pressed against the iron hard rod that lay on his furry abdomen. She leaned down on his pecs just as his hands immediately sought her breasts again.
"You are so beautiful," Carson expressed yet again as he played with her nipples.
"And you're my big, strong, hunky fireman," Sonja leaned down to kiss his chest.
"Yeah I am. All yours," Carson rubbed her back as she kissed her way across his chest to his left nipple.
"Ugh!" Carson loved it when she nipped him. She knew he liked that and the big dick that gave a jump beneath her only served as confirmation. His cock was trapped between their bodies and when his cock flexed against her, it was in exactly the right place. And that gave her an idea.
"I wanna rub myself on your head," Sonja began to move her hips against his trapped bone, rubbing her clit on his cock.
Carson tried to relax beneath his wife as she rubbed her nub against him. Sonja kissed and licked his chest while she did so. This felt good, everything did, and Carson fought to steady himself. He lost the battle when Sonja scooted down to catch some of her own juices that had been running down onto his shaft. She then moved back up to rub her slick bud against his frenulum.
"Ugh," Carson closed his eyes as she tortured his throbbing cock and returned her lips to his nipple. She clamped her mouth down on him as she moaned into his chest.
"Oh, Honey, I'm not gonna be able to last long like this either," Carson protested as he lay beneath his wife. He was much bigger and stronger, and could easily have moved her, to have his way with her. Carson was, however, powerless against her will. He was hers to do with as she pleased. Sonja held his arms out to the side on the bed, completing his sense of helplessness and her sense of mastery over his big, strong body.
"Sonja, you're right exactly on my spot," Carson tried again.
"I know. Shut up," Sonja spoke against his chest as she moved to his right nipple.
"Ugh," Carson tried to stretch himself out to relax his taut muscles and get a second of relief, but she moved with him and continued her relentless massage of his frenulum with her clit.
"Hmm, umm," Sonja moved on him faster. As their mutual excitement and tension built, the harder his cock and her clit became. Her juices ran down over him and his precum oozed freely.
"Sonja, please, I can't hold out," Carson pleaded. "I want inside you," he continued to beg. This felt fantastic to both of them, but in the end, they both wanted the same thing. She slipped up just enough and when his bone gave another jump, moved down over him.
"Huh!" Carson threw his head back and arched his back as his organ sank into his wife's welcoming depths.
"Ugh," Sonja closed her eyes as she continued to slide down on his pole. "Fill me up, Carson. I love having you inside me."
"Oh, Sonja. Oh, my God," Carson took shallow breaths. He teetered on the edge of orgasm as his length slid up inside his wife. Sonja squeezed his entire cock with her muscles.
"No, no, no, Honey, Honey, Honey," Carson grabbed hold of his wife's hips before she could move. "Give me a second. Fuck, you feel so good," he closed his eyes and took a deep, calming breath. The mere embrace of her warm, wet, snug canal on his whole cock was very nearly enough to make him come.
"So do you," Sonja sat up, but as much as she wanted to ride him, his firm grip on her hips held her in place.
Carson looked up at his beautiful wife and was overcome. "I love you so much, Sonja."
"I love you too, Carson," Sonja smiled down on her prone husband. She felt him loosen his grip and lifted her hips several inches and sank back down on his cock.
"Ugh," Carson let his eyes roll back in his head a moment as his wife began to fuck him. But the sight of his wife as she rode him was too wonderful to miss. His mouth hung open as he gazed up at her. He reached one hand up to play with her perfect breasts. The other hand had more important work to do. Carson reached down to the base of his cock to coat his fingers in her juices. He brought his syrup coated fingers to his face and stuck his middle finger in his mouth.
"Mmm," Carson let his eyes roll back for a moment. He absolutely loved her taste. Carson then reached for her swollen bead. He wanted his wife to come with him and, as she increased her pace as she rode him, that train was about to come roaring into the station.
"Hmm, mmm," Sonja closed her eyes as she moved faster up and down his rock hard pole and his slick fingers worked her inflamed nub. "You feel so good, Carson, so good."
"Oh, fuck," Carson moved his fingers on her faster as she rode him right to the edge. Carson lifted his head and shoulders from the mattress as his entire body stiffened.
"Ugh, Carson," Sonja's voice rose an octive as they drove each other to climax. "Oh, God!"
"Come with me, Sonja, come with me!" Carson cried.
Sonja began to shake again as her second orgasm overtook her. She tossed her head back and bounced wildly on his post. "Carson! Ungh!" her muscles clamped around him as she shuddered and came again. Whether it was from the ministrations of his slick, skilled fingers, or his throbbing penis inside her, or both, she did not know.
"Oh, shit!" Carson tensed even further as his wife drove him to the very brink. Even as his entire body braced for his release, he knew what he had to do. In truth, Sonja had been expecting it, and even deep in the midst of her own orgasm, she went with him smoothly. Summoning strength and fortitude many men did not have, right at the moment of his orgasm, Carson grabbed his wife's ribs and flipped them both over so that she was on her back and he between her legs. He remained fully buried within her body throughout this split second process.
"Gah!" Carson roared with eyes squeezed closed as he erupted deep within his wife's body. He began to thrust himself into her with smooth, quick strokes as he came.
"Ugh," Sonja loved the feel of his big dick as it pulsed within her, filling her with his seed. She gripped his ribs and held on tightly.
"Hoh, fuck!" Carson lowered his head as he continued to buck his cream deep into his wife. He lowered his body further, but did not let his weight bear down on her. Carson moved more slowly inside his wife as his load no longer gushed, but continued to flow. Sonja kissed her husband's chest as he braced himself on his elbows and panted above her. He held still finally, his yet hard bone fully buried within her, soaked in their combined emissions.
"Oh my God, Sonja," Carson moved one arm to hold her head to him. He bent his head to the top of hers.
"I know, Carson. You're a wonderful lover," Sonja endorsed.
"So are you, Honey. I'm the luckiest man in the world," Carson all but laid on her.
"Is the gay bar still scary?" Sonja asked with a hint of amusement in her voice.
"What gay bar, Honey?" Carson continued to breath heavily.
"Stay inside me as long as you can," Sonja bid.
"Ugh," Carson felt her squeeze his still hard cock with her incredible internal muscles. "I will, Honey. I sure will," he assured. He took another moment to catch his breath and then, with an arm under her back, shifted them both so that they were laying on their sides together. In this way Carson was able to relax and bend to kiss her upturned face, gently and sweetly on her lips.
"I love you, Carson," Sonja tucked her face into his chest.
"I love you, Sonja," Carson had not yet begun to soften and stayed fully seated within his wife as he wrapped his arms around her smaller body. They both gave deep sighs as they relaxed in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Sonja knew that in a matter of moments, her husband would be sound asleep, still inside her, and the thought made her smile against his stong, comforting chest.
Seth and Garrett bid a fond good night with warm hugs to both newlyweds as they exited the elevator on their floor, one above Carson and Sonja. Corner suite 501 awaited them with Garrett's bags having been brought down earlier in the day and Emmett's transferred up to the penthouse Luxury Suite.
"Okay, get in here," Seth pulled Garrett by his vest as he opened the door and admitted them into the sitting room of their suite. "I believe I made very specific arrangements with a certain Mr. Thompson earlier this evening."
"I hope it was this Mr. Thompson," Garrett smiled as he emptied his pockets of wallet and phone.
"I make special arrangements with all my Mr. Thompsons," Seth stepped up to his husband and wrapped his arms around him inside his tux jacket as he looked up into his eyes. "But there's only one of them I would let lick my balls."
"I am most pleased to be that special, honored one," Garrett bent to kiss Seth softly on his lips. "So get out of that tux this instant," he ordered.
"I will!" Seth bounced away and shed his jacket as he did so. He disappeared into the bedroom and just as quickly returned. "Give me your cufflinks, Honey. I'll put them in the case."
"Good idea, Sweetness," Garrett agreed. Both men removed their own cufflinks and Garrett deposited his into Seth's open palm. Garrett followed Seth into the bedroom, untying his euro tie as he went. They both shed their jackets and hung them in the closet.
"No. No, no," Seth put his hand on Garrett's chest and pushed him toward the bed. "No more undressing yourself. I want to do that," he dictated.
"Whatever pleases you," Garrett smiled as he sat down on the bed.
"You, without clothing, pleases me, and I intend to put that right, right now," Seth pushed Garrett down on his back, climbed onto the bed to straddle him, and began to unbutton his husband's vest. Garrett wanted the same thing and reached for the buttons of Seth's leather vest.
"No. Relax," Seth pushed Garrett's arms down to the bed.
"I am equally pleased by my beautiful little husband's nakedness," Garrett pointed out.
"In," Seth leaned down to brush his lips against Garrett's, "a minute." His long hair hung down around both their heads and Garrett loved it. Seth sat up and opened Garrett's vest, then set about unbuttoning the tux shirt. Garrett put his head back as Seth ever so carefully unbuttoned the double buttons at his neck. The rest came open easily.
"Mmm," Seth smiled as he opened Garrett's shirt and ran his hands over the bigger man's pecs. He scooted down just enough to bend down and wash his tongue over Garrett's left nipple.
"That feels good," Garrett sighed as Seth's tongue trailed across his chest to his right nipple. At the same time Seth reached down to unfasten his husband's belt. He licked his way back to the valley between Garrett's pecs and then began to kiss his way down his husband's body. Garrett closed his eyes and gave a sigh as he felt his husand's long, beautiful, silken hair trail down his torso. Seth unbuttoned and unzipped Garrett's tux pants and opened the flaps. The serpent hidden within Garrett's boxers had already started to wake by the time Seth reached Garrett's belly button and the beginning of his neatly trimmed happy trail.
"Umm," Garrett enjoyed his husband's tongue through the hair on his lower abdomen. Seth reached the waistband of Garett's boxers and with one finger pulled the front down just enough so that he could kiss and lick his way right into Garrett's equally well trimmed pubes. He ran his hand over the expanding bulge in Garrett's boxers.
"I think it's time for more to come off," Seth hooked his fingers in the waistband of the boxers and dress pants. Garrett lifted his hips and Seth pulled both pants and underwear down as one. Seth sat on the floor and took Garrett's shoes and socks off before he pulled the pants and underwear free of his husband's legs. Garrett was then gloriously naked, save for the tux shirt and vest that hung open off his shoulders. Garrett leaned up on his embows to look down on his Native American husband who still sat on the floor at the edge of the bed between his legs. He smiled as he watched Seth gaze at his still growning organ and lick his lips. Garrett recognized the look of hunger on his partner's face and his own matched it.
"Is it my turn to undress you?" Garrett asked.
"No," the man in charge shook his head.
"Then come back up here," Garrett requested.
"Not yet," Seth had to force himself to look away from his husband's most enticing sex. His tongue longed to caress Garrett's balls in their smooth sac. His lips craved to feel Garrett's hard cock as they wrapped around it. But that would wait. Seth wanted to treat his husband the way he deserved to be treated. He lifted Garrett's left foot and placed it in his lap.
"Oh, that's so nice, Sweetness," Garrett appreciated the foot massage as Seth's thumbs worked his sole. Seth ran his tongue along the side of Garrett's instep to his toes when he was done and gave each toe a wet kiss. Then he did the same with the other foot. Seth then licked his way along the hair on the inside of Garrett's calf, ever working and moving toward his goal. Garrett's cock, which had softened to a little less than half mast during his relaxing foot massage, began to grow again as Seth's tongue travelled up his inner thigh.
"You're so sexy, Gar," Seth closed his eyes and just let his nose brush his husband's nuts.
"You are," Garrett countered. The smile was erased from his face and he let himself fall back fully on the bed as Seth's tongue supported and curled under his testicles as they hung in his loose scrotum. "Ugh," Garrett felt Seth's tongue support his right testicle, and then the warm, exquisit embrace of Seth's mouth as it was gently drawn inside. Seth closed his eyes again as he held Garrett's stone in his mouth and ran his tongue around it. The taste, feel and scent of his husband went straight to his dick. The King was fully awake, and not at all comfortable, constrained as he was inside Seth's snug boxer briefs. With the heavy orb and half of Garrett's sac contained within his mouth, Seth gave a gentle tug.
"Ugh!" Garrett cried and his now very hard bone gave a jump. He loved it when Seth tugged on his nuts and Seth full well knew it.
Garrett leaned up on his elbows again when Seth finally let his nut slip free. "I believe it was I who had an appointment with your balls, Mr. Clearwater."
"Who's in charge here?" Seth asked and then proceeded to lap at the other side of Garrett's scrotum.
"Hmm, you are," Garrett sighed his answer. He spread his legs wider as Seth's tongue ran along the side of his sac.
"So what should you do?" Seth asked.
"What would you like me to do?" Garrett answered with a question.
"Lay back," Seth instructed.
Garrett did as directed. "Ugh," his reward was Seth's tongue giving a broad lick up his cock along his sensitive cum tube. This made his dick jump again and this time it hit Seth in the chin.
"Mmm, he does wanna play," Seth grabbed hold of his husband's prick with one hand and held it up. "Oh, Honey, are you leaking already?" he ran his tongue through the snake's eye and tasted the clear precum that welled there. Garrett luxuriated in the wet kisses Seth trailed down his cock to his balls and back up again. Seth loved his husband's cock just as much as Garrett loved his. And one of the things Seth loved most was that, even fully erect, Garrett's ample foreskin still covered his head almost completely.
Seth moved his hand down to roll Garrett's foreskin completely off his head and gave a lick at his husband's frenulum.
"Umm," Garrett closed his eyes as he felt his husband's tongue on his exposed head. Seth moved his hand back up to roll Garrett's foreskin back into place and gently stuck his tongue into the serpent's hood.
"Ugh," Garrett loved when Seth stuck his tongue into his foreskin. He luxuriated in the feel of his lover's tongue moving around his head within his sleeve.
"Actually," Seth pulled back and just admired his husband's erect penis. "I seem to remember making an agreement to hold this in my throat," he stated. And then did so.
"Ugh!" Garrett's entire body reacted as his cock sank down his lover's throat. Seth couldn't breathe with eight beloved inches of Thompson lodged in his throat, but for the moment, he didn't want to. He ran his left hand up to Garrett's chest while cupping the heavy nuts with the other. He set his tongue in motion against the sensitive cum tube of Garrett's buried bone.
"Huh, Seth," Garrett squirmed on the bed beneath Seth, his straining pole down his lover's talented throat. Seth pulled up only enough to pull a needed breath in through his nose and sank back down again.
Garrett was not expecting it and was not prepared. "Hoh!" Garrett cried as Seth made a ring with his thumb and forefinger to enable him to tug on the swollen balls in his palm, while simultaneously taking hold of Garrett's right nipple with the same fingers of his other hand, and launching his mouth and throat on quick, deep, siphoning sucks.
"Seth, my God," Garrett could not be still as his skilled lover played his body like a finely tuned and very familiar instrument. Seth pulled all of Garrett's triggers as he sucked his husband with abandon.
"Ugh," Garrett almost relaxed as Seth stopped and pulled up, but Seth's tongue continued to caress Garrett's sensitive cum tube, and it was only to get another breath. "Oh, no!" Garrett squeezed his eyes shut and his body tensed again as Seth once again took him in his throat and returned to quick, deep sucks. Seth tugged on Garrett's tightening sac and moved his hand across Garrett's writhing chest to his other nipple.
"Seth, please don't make me come so fast," Garrett pleaded as his very talented little lover propelled him toward orgasm. He put a hand to the side of Seth's head. Garrett would never force Seth to do anything, but he didn't want to come like this, so quickly and with Seth still dressed even. "Sweetness, please. You're going to make me come!"
And Seth well knew it. And knew just when to stop. He pulled his mouth off of his husband's leaking, throbbing rod and let go of Garrett's balls. Seth smiled down on his panting lover.
"Okay, my turn," Seth flopped down on the bed, on his back, beside Garrett. Garrett turned to look at his smiling husband.
"I might need a moment," Garrett put the back of his hand to Seth's face. "You had me very close."
"Did it feel good?" Seth knew full well the answer to that question.
"Far too good. I would like to take my time with you. This mouth," Garrett ran the knuckle of his index finger over the side of Seth's lips, "has the ability to make me feel like a virgin school boy."
"How would you like some Native nuts with a side of Lakota cream, school boy?" Seth teased.
"My very favorite," Garrett sat up and shrugged off his shirt and vest. He let them fall to the floor as he moved to straddle Seth, his hard cock pointing at his husband.
"Oh!" Seth admired the view above him and moved a hand to cup his husband's balls. Garrett just smiled as he unbuttoned Seth's leather vest.
"You will be delectable no matter what, you always are, but I still wish you were wearing leather pants," Garrett spread open the vest. Seth had already removed his sacred pipestone bolo tie and he took hold of Garrett's still very hard bone with his free hand. He gave his husband a slow stroke as Garrett unbuttoned his tux shirt. Seth watched carefully and just as the heavy drop of precum was about to drip, caught it with his thumb and brought his thumb to his mouth. Garrett smirked at that as he spread his lover's tux shirt open exposing the trim, lightly defined and hairless dark chest.
Seth looked up at his lover's face. "Put your arms up behind your head," he directed.
"Like this?" Garrett did so. He smiled as he could read from the look on Seth's face how turned on his husband was by this pose. Seth looked up at his sexy man, naked above him as he held Garrett's hard cock in his hand. Seth ran his other hand up Garrett's body as far as he could.
"Now I wanna lick your armpits. I should have thrown you in the shower," Seth confessed.
"I don't have time for a shower," Garrett unbuckled Seth's belt as he spoke. He pulled it completely free of Seth's pants and sent it flying over his shoulder.
"But, Gar, you're yummy all over," Seth stuck out his bottom lip as he pretended to pout.
"And as much as you know I enjoy it when you lick me there," Garrett unbuttoned and unzipped Seth, "I want this more," he opened his husband's pants. Seth was forced to let go of Garrett's erection as the bigger man slid back and stood on the floor. He pulled Seth's dress pants down and his eyes went wide.
"Seth!" Garrett was enthralled. He hardly ever saw his hot little husband in underwear. Even less, Seth hard in underwear. The snug, white boxer briefs stretched to contain the dark python that strained against the fabric right around Seth's left hip.
"See something you like?" Seth smirked.
"Something I want!" Garrett knelt down between Seth's legs. He ran his hands up Seth's lightly hairy thighs. Garrett let the fingers of his right hand play over the enormous, dark bulge in Seth's underwear. He formed his hand around it and gave it a gentle squeeze. When the big dick flexed back, it went straight to Garrett's quivering bone.
"Oh, Seth," Garrett licked his lips. He leaned down and kissed each Lakota stone where they were trapped in the taut undergarment. Garrett closed his eyes as he ran his lips along the stretched thin fabric over the length of The King and back. He then made the trip again, trailing kisses along the big snake as he went. "Oh!" Garrett was more than a little pleased to discover a wet spot where the head of Seth's cock pushed against his underwear. Garrett ran his tongue over the precum soaked very thin fabric and Seth's head within it. The big serpent flexed in the tight underwear again and whether the wet spot grew from his own saliva, or Seth leaking, Garrett did not know. And he resolved that it would be both. Garrett opened his mouth and closed it around as much of the head of Seth's prick as he could with the underwear between them.
"Mmm," Seth could feel the warmth of his lover's mouth and caress of Garrett's tongue even through his wetter by the second briefs. Garrett ran his left hand over the length of the big python that not in his mouth, through it's prison of thin fabric, to simulate stroking. Seth gave a whimper and began to squirm, which only turned Garrett on more.
"Gar, take it out," Seth wanted his husband's lips directly on him.
Garrett lifted his head and looked down at where the now giant wet spot made Seth's underwear transparent. "I could come just looking at you like this," he stated and then returned his mouth to sucking on Seth's head though the briefs as best he could. Garrett ran his hand gently over Seth's balls and up onto the straining monster where he gave it a squeeze.
"Honey, get me out. Suck on me," Seth whined. He hooked a thumb into the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulled them down, exposing his trimmed black pubes. Garrett wanted to verbalize his protest, but refused to pull his mouth off of Seth's soaking wet fabic ensnared cock. Garrett slipped his fingers into Seth's underwear where they encountered the base of the big monster. Seth made the assumption that Garrett was going to pull his briefs down and moved his hand away. Garrett had every intention of freeing The King from his confinement, eventually. He just ran his fingers along the hot, tumescent flesh inside Seth's underwear as he continued to mouth and lick Seth's leaking head through the fabric.
"Gar," Seth protested again. Garrett knew he would not get away with this for much longer. He knew Seth would take charge. Garrett slipped his fingers over to Seth's right hip and pulled the briefs down on that side. He left the other side, the side holding Seth's big dick, along with his mouth, in place. Seth twisted his body in the hope that it would force his husband to free him finally of his now soaked underwear. The prone man's right hip and, beneath him, right butt cheek, were now bare. Such was the angle that Seth's pubes, the base of his cock, and a hint of his scrotum were exposed. Garrett stuck his fingers within what was left in place to gently caress Seth's balls.
As good as this felt, Seth had enough. He looked down, took a fistful of Garrett's long, thick hair in his left hand and lifted the man's ravenous mouth away from his spit and precum soaked briefs. Seth reached into his underwear, gripped himself, and hauled his aching, yearning cock free.
"My King," Garrett's eyes filled with even more lust now that he was face to face with the big python. He could not move as Seth held him with a firm grip in his hair. Seth gave himself a long, slow stroke that simultaneously rolled his hood up onto his head, and caused a big pearl of ooze to well in his slit. Garrett stuck out his tongue and Seth wiped the head of his dick across it. The bigger man closed his eyes as he savored the taste of his lover directly from the source.
"Where does The King go?" Seth asked. Garrett's only answer was to open his mouth wide. Seth smirked as he held himself and pulled Garrett's face down onto his spike. The warm, wet, sensual embrace of his husband's mouth erased that smirk. "Ugh," Seth let his head drop back on the mattress. Garrett thrilled to have his husband's big dick in his mouth finally and suddenly wondered what he had been waiting for. Seth felt, smelled and tasted just exactly right. Garrett reflected on all the times he refused Seth when they first met, when he was working to win not just Seth's body, but his heart as well. Had he known then what he knew now, Garrett doubted he would have been able to hold out.
"Oh, Honey," Seth breathed out as Garrett went down on the most of him. Garrett's lips clutched to Seth's shaft. He kept his tongue in constant motion on his lover's bulging cum tube. Garrett ran his hands up Seth's sides, over his ribs, and up onto his chest as his mouth rode the big pole. Seth ran his hands over the bigger hands that so lovingly caressed him. He tried to relax and hold still while Garrett sucked him, but he just couldn't.
Garrett was then gripped, as often happened, by the need to consume all of Seth. He stopped sucking Seth and worked his mouth down on the huge cock, determined to swallow every Clearwater inch. Seth gasped as his big dick was gulped down. Before Seth, Garrett Thompson had not the occasion to try taking so much meat down his throat, but Seth inspired greatness and love, coupled with intense desire, overcame all obstacles.
"Gar! Huh!" Seth arched his back as Garrett's nose and lips pressed into his pubes. The Native man tried to keep his breathing even as all ten fat inches of his bone were encased his his husband's throat. Garrett's eyes watered from the effort and he set his tongue in motion against Seth's buried cum tube, which only made his hot little husband moan and writhe more. Garrett needed air and would have to pull up soon, but reveled in the feeling of his husband's enormous cock in his throat for as long as he could.
"Hoh!" Seth cried as Garrett gave him several deep, impaled sucks before pulling up. Garrett drew a much needed breath in through his nose as he continued to move his mouth up the big dick, and finally off.
"You are so good at that, Honey," Seth's body visibly relaxed. Garrett never tired of hearing it. He held the monster in his hand and gave quick licks at Seth's frenulum.
"Ugh," Seth felt his husband's tongue work the most sensitive place on his engorged penis. Seth looked down when Garrett abruptly stopped and stood up. He watched Garrett take hold of his own cock and kneel on the bed with one knee. Garrett's copiously leaking precum had run down his shaft and coated his own cum tube right down to his balls. Garrett held up Seth's prick, moved his hips forward, and rubbed both bones together.
"Umm," Seth enjoyed the sight as much as the feel of their hard cocks moving against each other. Garrett's ooze slicked them both up quite well. Garrett then gave himself a stroke and made sure this heavy drip of precum was placed directly onto the bigger dick's frenulum. Garrett smiled, licked his lips, and moved back as he lowered himself.
"That is so ho-aht!" Seth watched Garrett's mouth close around him again. He let his head fall back on the bed as Garrett went down on him and began to suck him properly. "Ugh, Gar," Seth ran his fingers though his husband's thick, rich hair as Garrett's head bobbed on him.
Garrett had no intention of stopping as he moved his mouth up and down the massive, throbbing organ. His very soul craved Seth's sweet Lakota cream and he knew just how to feed that need. One of the very best things in Garrett Thompson's life was sucking Seth Clearwater's big cock. Garrett moaned deep in his throat.
And Seth recognized that particular moan. There were only two instances when Garrett made it. When he was drinking Seth's cum, or anticipating doing so.
"Gar, I'm not ready to come yet," Seth announced. Garrett completely ignored Seth's statement and maintained his pace as he continued to drive his mouth up and down the huge post.
"Hey," Seth leaned up on his elbows. "Excuse me, Sir, but I think your mouth had an appointment with two of The King's subjects."
Garrett swiped his thumb on Seth's cock to coat it with his saliva to reach up and rub Seth's right nipple with it. He moved his other hand to gently fondle the two subjects in question, all the while maintaining his pace as his mouth rode the big dick. This was meant to make Seth feel even better and for a moment Seth let himself be distracted.
"Ugh," Seth's eyes rolled up under lust laden lids as his skilled husband fellated him toward orgasm. Seth let himself fall back on the bed and for a moment Garrett thought he had won, but as good as this felt and much as Seth wanted to come, he wanted to play more.
"No," Seth grabbed hold of Garrett's head with both hands. "No, no. Stop now," he sat up as he pulled Garrett's mouth off of his throbbing erection.
"Seth," Garrett looked into his husband's dark eyes and put a gentle hand to Seth's face. "I want you. I need you. Let me have your cum," he begged.
"Oh, I'm gonna feed you every drop, sexy man," Seth assured. "I have something I would like to try, but, hoo," he fell back, spread Eagle on the bed, "I need to rest a minute."
"What would you like to try, Sweetness?" Garrett asked as he wrapped his hand around his husband's big, rock hard spike.
"Resting a minute," Seth pulled Garrett's hand away. "I know. Why don't you bring some slurpable, yummy Thompson up here by my face?"
Garrett smiled and climbed up onto the bed. He moved to kneel by Seth's head astride Seth's right arm. Garrett took hold of his continuously leaking tool, gave himself a stroke and before the heavy drop could fall, took great care to wipe his ooze across Seth's lips.
"Mmm!" Seth loved the feel of his husband's precum as it was smeared across his face directly from the source. He parted his lips to lick them and Garrett's head at the same time.
"That's nice," Garrett endorsed as he rubbed his cock across Seth's tongue and parted lips. "Quite nice, actually."
Seth formed his lips to the curvature of his husband's shaft and kept his tongue in motion between them. He lifted his arm to press on Garrett's butt, encouraging him to do what came naturally. Garrett needed little urging and began to move his hips, running his bone back and forth over Seth's open mouth.
"Oh, wow," Garrett leaned down on one fist and closed his eyes a moment as he thrust against Seth's mouth. "Sweetness, I could come like this," he informed. Beneath him, Seth closed his eyes as well. Seth massaged Garrett's right glute as he enjoyed the smack of Garrett's balls on his right cheek, and the ooze of his husband's precum on the other side of his face.
"Umm. I don't want to come like this though," Garrett looked down at Seth. He stopped thrusting across Seth's mouth when Seth gave him a gentle push.
"I wouldn't let you come like that," Seth stated. "I want your juice too. Okay, c'mon," he sat up as Garrett moved off of him and slid off the bed. "Come with me."
"Where are we going, Sweetness?" Garrett climbed off the bed as well.
"Just out here," Seth led the way out into the living room of the suite. Both men's erections swung ahead of them as they walked.
"Lay down here, on your back," Seth pointed to the big sofa.
"Like this?" Garrett asked as he laid down with his head toward the left side.
"Scooch down a bit," Seth directed. "A little closer to the edge. Leave room behind you. Just like that. Now turn your head the other way."
Garrett turned his head to the left to face the rear seat cushions.
"Perfect! Hold still," Seth ever so carefully climbed onto the sofa. There was just enough room between Garrett's head and the back of the sofa for Seth to slip his small butt into place. His left leg lay across Garrett's chest while his right leg rested against the top of Garrett's head. With Garrett's head turned to the left, his face was right between Seth's legs. The dark, luscious, smooth Native American scrotum came to rest against Garrett's mouth and nose while the matching Native python flopped across his whole head.
"I believe you had a date with my balls," Seth pointed out as he looked down at his husband.
"I believe I did at that," Garrett spoke against them. "A very good evening, gentlemen," he said before he licked across them both.
"Mmm. They're just as happy to see you," Seth teased.
"That's not even possible," Garrett countered and laved Seth's sac and the big balls within with his tongue. Seth closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the sofa as Garrett washed his nuts. He raised his left hand to his mouth to coat his thumb and forefinger with his own saliva and then lowered his hand to Garrett's chest to tease his husband's left nipple.
"Oh, Gar, that feels so good," Seth endorsed as Garrett's tongue moved all around his shaved bag. "Yeah," he felt his left nut slip into his husband's mouth. Seth's bone grew too hard to lay across Garrett's face. Seth pushed it down with his hand and rolled his big cock back and forth slightly on the prone man's head. Garrett closed his eyes and just luxuriated in the feel and taste of Seth's testicles in his mouth while the weighty King moved against his face.
"Hmm," Seth did not even realize, as his left orb was exchanged for his right one in his husband's mouth, that he transitioned from rolling his meat on Garrett's face, to rubbing it with his fingers, and finally stroking himself. Garrett felt his turned on husband's precum drip down on his head behind his ear. Garrett's own cock throbbed where he was so hard he did not lay on his abdomen, but hovered above it. Garrett's freely oozing precum formed an ever growing puddle in his happy trail and was connected to his head by a thick, clear strand.
Garrett let Seth's swollen egg slip out of his mouth and burrowed his face between Seth's legs to lick at his lover's perineum.
"Oh," Seth openly jacked himself over Garrett's head as the bigger man licked lower and lower between his legs. Seth spread his legs as much as possible and bent his knees to give Garrett greater access. And this was all Garrett needed for his tongue to find his goal.
"Ugh!" Seth felt Garrett's tongue snake down to his hole. "Yeah, Gar, tongue me!" he masturbated faster as his husband's tongue moved over his most private place. Garrett's own cock flexed and oozed yet more precum onto his abdomen as, once again, the taste and smell of Seth drove him wild. Seth planted his right foot on the sofa above Garrett's head as he opened himself up as best he could.
"Oh, yeah!" Seth continued to jack himself, and drip on Garrett's head, as Garrett's tongue probed his hole. "Fuck!" Seth stopped stroking and just squeezed himself in an effort to stave off his orgasm. He quickly realized that his husband's tongue had a great deal to do with that and lifted himself away from Garrett's face.
"What's wrong, Sweetness?" Garrett asked.
"I got too damn close!" Seth confessed.
"Then come. Feed it to me. You know I want it," Garrett turned his face up and opened his mouth. Seth smiled and pointed himself down toward Garrett's mouth.
"Wait a minute," Seth stopped just as his husband's lips reached the big python's head. "I seem to remember promising to hold your cock down my throat while you licked my balls."
"I do think you said something about that, now you mention it," Garrett remained in place on his back as Seth leaned down and climbed over him.
"This is so hot," Seth was powerfully turned on by the sight of his husband's quivering penis, connected to the ever growing pool on his abdomen by a thick strand of dickdrool. He took hold of Garrett ever so gently by the bigger man's balls. Seth stuck out his tongue to catch the clear strand even as he took Garrett in his mouth.
"Ugh," Garrett put his head back as his bone sank into Seth's throat. Seth laid himself on Garrett's bigger body as he took his husband's every inch. He let himself relax as his nose pressed into Garrett's balls and his lips into Garrett's pubes.
"Ugh, Seth," Garrett wrapped his arms around the small of Seth's back as the slighter man lay on him, his husband's face impaled on his throbbing, leaking cock. It took Garrett all of a second to notice that in this position, Seth's hard cock and balls rested on his chest, and Seth's spread open cheeks were right in his face. Garrett grabbed Seth's hips and lifted him to get greater access to what he wanted. Seth would have moaned were his throat not plugged with dick when Garrett's tongue travelled over his balls, along his perineum, into his crack and over his asshole. Seth never before wished that he could go without air as much as he did right now. He wanted to go on feeling his husband lick his nuts and ass all the while holding the hard, throbbing dick in his throat.
"Ugh," Garrett felt Seth draw his fingers tighter to get a better grip on his stones and pull, as the hot mouth drew half way up his cock. Seth pulled a breath in through his nose and began to suck.
"Huh," Garrett closed his eyes a moment as Seth started to suck him. This only made him more ravenous for Seth's balls and ass. He gripped Seth's hips tighter and pulled him to his mouth with a growl as he attacked Seth's ass with renewed vigor.
"Mmph!" Seth felt Garrett's tongue enter his hole. He sucked on Garrett's every inch. At this angle it was easy to take Garrett right into his throat on every plunge. He continued to tug on Garrett's eggs while he did so.
"Seth that feels so good!" Garrett exclaimed as Seth sucked his whole cock. Seth thought so too. His big dick lay trapped by his abdomen, in the valley between Garrett's pecs. He began to hump Garrett's chest as he sucked the man's throbbing cock. Seth loved the taste of Garrett's precum as it leaked freely into his sucking mouth.
"Ugh, my God," Garrett moaned as Seth let go of his balls and took hold of his dick. Seth pulled off Garrett and began to stroke him as he let his tongue play over Garrett's frenulum.
"Seth, I'm getting close," Garrett warned before he gave a deep lick through Seth's wet crack. And Seth decided that he had waited long enough. He wanted Thompson juice and he wanted it now. Seth moved his hand back to Garrett's balls and drove his throat down on Garrett's cock.
"Ugh, Seth!" Garrett protested as Seth sucked him with abandon. "Slow down!"
Seth had no intention of it. He continued to suck his husband's whole cock with rapid strokes. His nose poked repeatedly into Garrett's tightening nutsac.
"Ugh. My God, Seth, I'm so close," Garrett moaned. Seth maintained a constant pace as he drove his throat down on Garrett's throbbing post.
"Seth! God! I'm there!" Garrett cried out. His breath caught in his own throat as his shudder travelled through them both. Seth felt the iron hard dick grow even harder and knew he was driving his husband over the edge.
"Ungh!" Garrett threw his head back as he blew out directly into Seth's throat. Seth choked on the powerful initial blast, but he didn't care. He wanted this to be as good for Garrett as he could possibly make it. Seth did pull up a little as he continued to suck the blasting weapon.
"Huh, uh," Garrett all but thrashed beneath Seth as his jizz gushed into his husband's sucking mouth. Seth happily drank his husband's cream as it poured from Garrett's hose. Seth slowed his pace as Garrett's jets of semen gave way to a steady flow. He ever so gently massaged his husband's spent balls in their now loosening sac.
"Ugh. Sweetness, my God," Garrett moved a hand to rub his forehead. "That was intense."
Seth wanted to tell the man he loved that he was glad of it, but he refused to stop nursing on Garrett's yet oozing cock.
"I had my favorite Native nuts. Where's my Lakota cream?" Garrett teased. Without taking his mouth off of Garrett's still hard joint, Seth lifted his butt up, reached down, and did his best to push his big dick down toward Garrett's face.
"Relax. I'll help myself," Garrett took hold of Seth waist and lifted him to the side, toward the back of the sofa.
"Waa!" Seth was taken by surprise as he was lifted off of his husband and placed on his side, with his back to the back of the sofa. Even having just had an orgasm, Garrett was on Seth in a flash. He grabbed the big python and ran his tongue from the slick head, all the way down Seth's sensitive cum tube to his smooth balls. Garrett paused to give each bloated orb a kiss. Then he took Seth's big dick in his fist, and his mouth.
Seth gasped and his whole body tensed as Garrett began to jack and suck his cock at the same time. "Oh, Honey!"
Garrett moved his tongue all around Seth's leaking head and savored the taste of his prejuices. As he moved his mouth back up on each stroke, his hand moved with his stretched lips and moved Seth's skin with it. When Garrett had only Seth's head in his mouth, he let his tongue play around the hood that rolled up over Seth's head. Each time his hand and mouth went down, it was Seth's bare, exposed head that pressed into the confines of his throat. And as much as Garrett enjoyed that, it was even better for Seth.
"Ugh, Gar," Seth closed his eyes as his husband suck-pulled him toward orgasm. Garrett moved his free arm between Seth's legs. He gently fondled Seth's nuts with his thumb and forefinger while running his longer middle finger down Seth's perineum and into his wet crack.
"Hoh," Seth felt his husband's finger tease his hole as the relentless mouth and hand drove him to the brink. The thorough and loving attention his cock, sac and asshole had recieved since he got naked with his husband, had his balls primed. "Uh," Seth squirmed between Garrett and the back of the sofa. Garrett lifed his right leg, bent his knee and planted his foot on the sofa cushion near Seth's head to give himself more leverage as his hand and mouth worked Seth's dick. When he had told Seth earlier that he needed his cum, he had meant it. And he had waited too long for it.
"Gar! Gar!" Seth's entire body began to tremble as his muscles braced for his relase. Garrett felt the swollen eggs pull up close to the base of the big bone. His jaw was stretched as The King grew even bigger and harder. Garrett knew what he craved would be his in mere seconds now.
"Oh!" Seth's muscles grew so taut that he suddenly froze, stiff from head to toe. His initial internal convusion triggered and then time seemed to stand still. Seth somehow became aware of Garrett's hand and mouth suck-pulling back up his cock and time began again. "Eyah!" Seth yelled as he exploded in his husband's mouth.
Garrett's senses overloaded as his mouth flooded with Seth's cum. He let his eyes roll back in his head as he gulped down his husband's load.
"Ahh!" Seth thrashed between Garrett and the back of the sofa as his jizz shot into his husband's mouth. Garrett slowed his pace, but continued to suck and jack the spurting weapon.
"Oh, my God. Oh, Gar," Seth wrapped is arms around Garrett's thigh as his seed poured into his husband's ravenous mouth. Garrett moaned deep in his throat as he drank the promised and cherished Lakota cream. Garrett moved his hand lower and just held the big dick as he slowly and gently sucked it. Garrett Thompson savored every drop of his Native American husband's essence. Seth lay limply still and just panted as Garrett finally stopped sucking him. Garrett just held the big, yet hard cock in is mouth and used his hand again to milk Seth of everything he had to give.
"Hoh," Seth gave a last weak moan when Garrett, with a last lick, pulled his mouth off of the big, spent organ. Garrett wrapped his arms around Seth's lower back and pulled their bodies flush together as he rested his head on Seth's left thigh. They lay together quietly, savoring their intimacy, the scent of love making heavy in the air around them. Until an innocent comment that had gone unnoticed at the time returned to Seth's mind.
"Hey," Seth lifted his head.
"What?" Garrett asked.
"What do you mean 'favorite Native nuts'? Just how many Native nuts have you sampled?" Seth queried.
"Well, Native nuts, Latoka especially, and Oglala in particular, are my very favorite, as you know, so I try to sample them everywhere I go. Your young cousin Little Feather's are quite nice, I'd wager," Garrett teased.
"Smart ass," Seth laid his head back down. Then he giggled. "I can just see it. Hi, cousin Alex. Remember me, the cousin you hate 'cause I'm gay? Mind if my husband licks your balls? He gives really good head too, so, sit back, relax."
"Well, next time we're there," Garrett gave a sigh.
"Yeah, we can call that a plan," Seth was flip. He and Garrett both snuggled into each other's bodies, Seth holding Garrett's leg and Garrett laying on Seth's thigh, his arms around the smaller man, both completely unwilling to get up from where and how they had made love. If sleep found them here, they didn't care.