All the boys with everyone else. In no particular order.... so you'll have to figure them out for yourself. There probably should be warnings, but you'll have read it by the time you figure out it's kinky. Nothing too bad. |
Snapshots |
Ray lounges casually against the trunk of the GTO; legs splayed carelessly, propped up on one elbow. In his left hand dangles a cigarette, filtered end damp from the occasional suck he gives it with his hot, swollen lips. His nude body is pale and gleaming against the black of the
car; the cold metal raising goosebumps, making his nipples hard
and attentive, his slick erection bobbing impatiently.
Through slitted eyes, he watches his lover stalk closer... ********************************************
The Serge-clad figure shivered slightly as the warm breath of
the man beside him caressed his neck. A burning hot
hand ran over his chest and flicked the jacket open easily,
sliding inside to pinch a pale nipple through the thin
undershirt. A muffled moan emerged when a slick
tongue explored the hard contour of his jaw. *******************************************
Fraser stood there awkwardly, clad only in his boots, Stetson covering his nude groin. He looked longingly towards his Serge coat, draped over the back of a nearby chair, but never moved. Tongue pushing against his bottom lip, he waited for further instructions. He was, after all, a Mountie. Across the room, Vecchio and Kowalski smiled in wicked agreement at the sight. One twirled a pair of handcuffs casually on a finger, while the other toyed with a silken blindfold. In the background, a clock ticked in the silent room. *******************************************
The bed was rumpled. Ray, stretched out among the green
sheets like a lazy cat, drowsed. His cross gleamed dully in
the faint candlelight, sheltered by the sex-damp hair on his
chest. The silken tie, still connected to his right ankle,
stretched his leg out, his calf muscles hard and taut, while the
olive-toned globes of his ass curved sweetly down to meet the
thigh. ********************************************
At odds with the rough body language, Fraser's free hand lightly touches a puckered nipple, fingertips teasing the small bud. His nostrils flare, taking in the steamy, honey sweet smell of Ray and he smiles before leaning into his prey. ********************************************
Midnight. Cool air flutters the curtains. Two heads lay close on the narrow bed; a pale body covering the more slender form. Their legs entangled as they keep each other warm. Under the open window, the wolf watches the moon. *********************************************
Fraser sprawls across the recliner, a nude leg thrown over either chair arm. Erection in his own hand, head thrown back, ecstasy on his face, he cries out his self-pleasure. In front of him, Ray kneels, waiting for the first hot drops from his lover to hit his upturned face. ********************************************
Fraser wove an intricate tale of partnership and destiny,
recounting the arctic legend as he sipped his tea at Ray's dining
room table. Hands moving gracefully, the story unfolded. *******************************************
In the corner, similarly bound, Fraser watched in horrified fascination as the shiny cock slipped out of the red mouth; a thin trail of spittle and cum dripping down Ray's chin. Fraser licked his lips. He knew he could do better.... |