Syrup dripped down the taunt bicep, pooled in the nook of muscle and the joint of elbow before it slid off in a long, languorous stream down the side of his arm. He flexed the muscle, made the syrup change direction again.
A tongue ran along the veins, chased the errant lines, and invariably followed the race of pulse, until it reached the pool, where the well of syrup had stopped to linger. He laid wide laps upon the flesh, ate over the skin like it was candy, and marked the flesh pink with activity.
“Do all Vermont boys lick like it’s their last lollipop and suck like an eager storm drain?”
Hudson looked up. Tongue darted out to catch errant drops of syrup and moisten sticky lips. “Well, Mr. Buxell, it’s been a while since I had a lolly, and we do actually get a lot of storms up here.”
“Will. William John Buxell. Really, call me Will.”
“Informal now, why?”
“Good manners, I suppose. Shouldn’t you introduce yourself to the man who just sucked your dick like he was a thirsty farm-worker on a scorching day? Hm, I’m full of visuals. Been awhile for you, Hudson?”
Rolling onto his back, Hudson gestured to the window. Snow was coming down hard and fast, blanketing the window casing and tree branches. “Looks like you’re going to be here a while.”
Will sunk his hand into Hudson’s hair and yanked, forced him to climb up the bed or lose a chunk of locks. “Answer my question, Hud.”
“Yeah. Long time.” Fingers released. Hudson resisted the urge to smooth down the tender flesh on his scalp.
“Is that why you approached me?”
Hudson shrugged. Dark curls fell into his face and hid the striking color of his grey-blue eyes.
A weathered palm stroked up Hudson’s arm. “Fine, repeat the course of events.”
A sigh escaped Hudson’s lips, but the words flowed out behind it. “I finished my shift at the theatre. Don’t know whose idea it was to rent the damn thing during the off-season. They wanted to throw up this staid drama from last year’s Summer Stock. So, to do it, they hired me to take care of the carpentry and hang the lights. Last guys who ran the stuff left the equipment and tools, everything really, in such disarray it took me weeks to sort it all out. That was before I even got a chance to start the actual work. So, here I’ve been working non-stop for weeks, without, ah, any type of interaction in this idyllic Norman Rockwell town. Actually, the NR museum is only about two towns over, if you prefer that type of stuff.” Hudson shifted, and wrapped an arm across his chest. He hugged it tight.
“I think you know what I prefer. And please don’t cover yourself. You are so beautiful. Like a young buck, an innocent, Stuart Townsend just turned.”
A blush rose in his face. Hudson let Will pull his arm down, felt a few dark locks being tucked back behind his ears, and the rest of the curls left free, buoyant in their disarray.
Will’s hand lifted Hudson’s chin and forced their eyes to meet. “Continue, please. I thought you were from this area.”
“I am. This is my hometown. I take jobs away when I can. To places where I’ll find -”
“Men.”
“Yes.” Grey-blue eyes searched the other man’s face. He knew that he held hunger in his own eyes. He wanted so desperately that the sharpness of his need hurt. “For a minute when I saw you I thought it was some hot fantasy moment, ‘cause you looked like you stepped off a poster by Herb Ritts. You know, that incredible shot where one man is hosing another off and the other guy’s arms are tucked up like he is submitting. There is so much more going on, but you don’t know what. So, you step closer to see if you can figure it, but really, you want to run your tongue over the shadows, where the muscles dip, just to see if he’ll shutter, because it’s so hot.”
Hands skimmed over Hudson’s body. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-three.”
“Pale skin. So white. Free of marks or blemishes. And hairless, except for here.” A nose dipped into his underarms and breathed deeply. “Mmmm, and here.” The hand that grabbed his cock was cold, the palm rough. Hudson shuddered as Will started to squeeze. “Continue.”
Hudson swallowed, but it was hard going down. “You were standing at the bar, leaning on the brass rail. Fingers tapped a cadence on the oak boards, and your gaze was riveted on the blaze in the hundred-year-old stone fireplace. The pinnacle point of the Inn.”
A hand cupped Hudson’s balls and massaged them. Hudson wet his lips. “I ... I wanted you. I couldn’t stop myself from wanting: my favorite kind of man – tall, hard muscle, short hair. Buzz cut. Hell, I wanted to rub myself and anything else I could get all over you. Lick, taste, eat, swallow you whole if I could.”
“You’re jumping ahead.” The hand holding Hudson’s cock pulled, bringing Hudson’s weight and most of his body to land half on top of Will’s large frame. Will pushed hard on the cock’s sensitive head. “What happened after you saw me.”
“Will, I --” Hudson’s eyes closed as the fingers played with the foreskin, eased it down and pulled up, beating a rhythm that made a few drops pearl up. The fingers moved down to stroke the length, but found another sensitive spot, just under the crown. “Yes -- please --”
“Concentrate Hud, or I’ll stop.”
“Don’t stop.” Hudson’s words tumbled out. “I’ll continue. You were staring into the fire and I walked around you, broke your eye contact with the flames.” Voice shortened as he fought has way around the words and kept control, trying to continue the line of the story. “I took off my coat and asked, ‘Are you waiting for someone?’”
“I shook my head and --” Will lifted his hand from the shaft and wiped a few drops of cum off, the dew, the pearls, and rubbed it between fingers. He grabbed the root of Hudson’s cock.
Hudson took a deep breath and worked hard to slow his breathing over the next few words. “I took my coat off and draped it between us. Reached for your zipper and eased it down. I freed you, pulled you out, left you airing out and exposed.”
“Who was in the bar?”
“Everyone.”
“Be specific, Hudson.” He yanked Hudson’s cock.
Hudson cried out, on the verge of coming. “I’m going to --”
“No,” said Will, pinning Hudson’s body against his own. “Not yet.”
Teeth sank into Hudson’s shoulder. Hudson wanted with all of his might to spew. He fought for control as Will’s bite sank deeper. The hands, those glorious fingers, were lifted away.
Pain helped. It made him focus. Made Hudson start speaking again. “The organist from Church and her husband, the owners of the local general story across the way, the neighbors from down the street, everyone was here. People I have known my entire life. I grabbed your dick and hand fucked you, while the flames licked the stones and the wood crackled in the blazing fire. My whole world moved, ate, and existed all around us.”
Teeth pulled from his flesh. Licked at the indents on Hudson’s skin.
Hudson sighed. He didn’t see blood, and was at once both disappointed and relieved.
Those dark eyes of Will’s stared at him. “And --”
“And people said, ‘Hello.’ Bartender, guy I knew from high school put a long neck in front of me. With my free hand I lifted it to my mouth and drained it, as my other hand fondled, caressed, and wanked the hell out your big, thick dick.”
Swiping his hand across his lips, Hudson wished he had a long neck now. The syrup left his mouth tacky and dry. “But you wouldn’t come. So, I put that empty bottle back on the bar, shifted my other hand beneath the coat, into your pants, and sank it in deep.”
“Where?”
“In your hole. My cold fingers sank into your waiting hole, and it felt like heaven. I pushed it in as far as I could and milked you.” Hudson rubbed his hand over his nipples. They were so hard, they felt like they were diamonds. “Right there, in the bar, at the crowded Inn which is the center of our town. Surrounded by practically everyone I know. It made me so hard, I thought I was going to come too. “
“But you didn’t.”
Hudson shook his head. “I felt your climax coming and pushed the coat harder between us.” He smiled. “You came in my hat. Sort of funny, isn’t it?”
“Mmm,” said Will, but the look on his face was not amused, it was fierce. The tone of his voice was tight too. “You are lucky I didn’t toss you down on one of those tables and fuck you senseless, before the entire town.”
Hudson’s mouth opened. He licked his lips and made himself close his mouth. “I wish you would. Oh, man, Will, it’s been so damn long.”
“So why the build? All this pretense, Hudson, you had me at first yank! There was no need for a syrup/tongue bath, or all this talk, which I no doubt enjoyed, but if what you crave is a good fucking, then damn it, let’s get to it.”
Will grabbed a rubber off the nightstand and sheathed himself. He rolled Hudson over and pulled him up onto his knees. Priming himself at the gate, he asked, “Is this what you want?”
“And more.”
The tip of Will’s dick sank an inch inside of Hudson’s ass. “Fuck, you’re tight. When was the last time you were reamed.”
“While ago.”
Will pushed in another inch. “When?”
“Year and a half.”
Easing his hips gently forward, he pushed in another inch.
“How many times have you --?”
“Had a Steady a year or two back. And one night a while ago.”
“You’re practically cherry, Hudson.”
“I’m not cherry,” Hudson ground out. “Fuck me, Will. Hard and fast. That’s how I want it. I want it with meaning. Do it or get the fuck away from me.”
Will took him at his word, eased back a half an inch and shot his hips up hard. His dick sank to the hilt.
Pain seared through Hudson, but the haze fed him. He pushed back to meet Will on his next thrust. Body eased, opened to the big man and his heavy strokes.
Panting, Hudson counted three long deep strokes before he felt a hand dig into his curly hair and yank. Will hefted him to an upright position, wrapped an arm around his torso and yanked him from the bed.
Hudson was slammed against the wall, arms braced, which stopped him from hitting the wall flat. His legs were spread wider. A hand reached around and grabbed Hudson’s cock.
He was so grateful, Hudson felt tears seep from the corners of his eyes. His breath caught on the emotion and event, and he started to shake.
“Easy, Hudson, easy. It’s all good.” Will’s voice, gruff and gravely, whispered in Hudson’s ear. “I’m going to fuck you, Hud. Fuck you, until you can’t fuck any more. I am going to make you come so many times. I’m not going to stop. I am going to run you through, so much, that you’ll think a new highway was put up in town, just for you.”
“Fucking A! Will, I --”
“Come, you bastard. Spew it, on Ma Kettle’s wallpaper with its little bows and hearts tied around lavender sprigs. Decorate it with cum. Let’s see if you can cover everything with your jam.”
Hudson pumped his cock into Will’s hand as he was filled from behind. Hudson’s body shuddered and his mouth dropped open, spittle dripped from the edges as his cock stuttered then spewed.
Every stress. Every tension. Every problem that had landed in his lap for twenty-three years came pouring out with that cum. It lasted a minute. It lasted forever.
Hudson didn’t remember being lifted, carried to bed or tucked in next to the big man who looked like he fell off the Herb Ritts poster, but he woke up wrapped around that huge, hunky torso and knew the he had, indeed, not been dreaming.
Thrusting his cock, which was ramrod straight and raring to go again, Hudson aimed between Will’s legs. He tugged gently on Will’s balls, shifted them and thrust beneath.
“Well, hello.”
Hudson, who had been watching what he was doing down below, looked up at the sound of the gruff voice. Lifting his face higher to the big guy, Hudson felt his eyes closing half-mast. “Hi.”
Lips landed against his. The scratch of whiskers was against face. Nostrils flared and breathed in scents as hands roamed everywhere.
Will groaned. “You barely have whiskers.”
“Is that a problem?”
“Hell, no! I’m just not used to shaving for my date. Don’t want to scratch you to shit.”
“Please do.” There was a winsome quality to Hudson’s voice he couldn’t quite keep out.
“Like to be marked?” Will’s eyebrow’s rose, but his tone was serious.
Hudson looked over at the imprint on his shoulder. “Yes. I like to feel fucked. No one can fuck like a man can fuck.”
“Right about that, Hud.”
Will sat up, bringing Hudson with him. He turned the slighter man over his lap, so Hudson’s head dangled close to the floor. “How quiet can you be if I smack your behind?”
Shaking his head, Hudson could find no words to answer. But his cock was already nodding approval at the idea.
Grabbing a sock from the floor, Will shoved it into his mouth. “Suck on this, bad boy.” With that, Will let loose a series of sharp slaps against Hudson’s pale skin.
Hudson gagged momentarily on Will’s black cashmere sock, but the scent, so distinctly Will, the smack of the hand, the throb of his flesh eased him. He didn’t fight it, but made himself let go – of thought, identity, need, everything. The lull came upon him slowly. His eyes drifted closed, and he could feel himself lifting, rising into the touch, as if every hit took him closer to something. Hudson’s cock danced beneath the singularity of this stimulation, and Hudson knew one thing, this single thought marched boldly into his head, poked his mind and said: “Pay attention to me! Because I want it to last forever.”
Too soon, he was lifted, turned and cradled in Will’s arms. “Well, well, well, what have we here. Hud, you ever heard of D/s or SM.”
Hudson didn’t trust his voice. He pursed his lips around the sock and waited.
Running a hand over Hudson’s cock, Will lowered his mouth to the eager jut. “It’s okay to like to be fucked. It’s okay to like pain, to be a masochist. Maybe worth checking out the lifestyles. It’s good. All good.” The words caressed Hudson’s cock, made it swell as if it was trying to reach Will’s waiting mouth. “I can give it too you. All of it. Whatever you want. Any way you want it.”
The mouth dropped over Hudson’s cock. Hudson cried out as teeth scored the skin, followed by a tongue that licked luscious lines around the width. A hand grabbed his balls and rhythmically pumped and fondled the jewels, until Hudson thought he would go mad. He cried out again, grateful that the sock was still firmly set in his mouth, as Will’s teeth teased the foreskin with action.
Will lifted Hudson up, opened his mouth wider, and swallowed the cock deep down his throat. The action massaged the length, made Hudson thrust his hips, even as he felt like a weight bar as Will curled him up close. The muscles of Will’s biceps bunched and worked as Hudson was physically moved up and down. Up and down.
Pulling the sock from his mouth, Hudson cried, “I’m coming. Will. I’m gonna --!”
Lowering Hudson down to his lap, Will sat up straight to watch the show. Cum spurted up and out, claiming both of them captive.
Will smiled down at Hudson and those eyebrows shot up again.
Hudson shifted forward, intent. His tongue snaked out and he licked a line up Will’s chest. His own cum taste salty and syrupy to him, but Will’s skin was incredible. He worked his tongue in and around each little hair, until he felt Will scooting them both back on the bed.
Leaning his head against the backboard, Will grabbed another condemn, reached around Hudson and slid it home, covering himself. Without a bit of ceremony, he shoved Hudson back and onto his waiting dick.
“Will --”
But Will didn’t wait for anything else to be said, didn’t want to hear words. He grabbed Hudson’s hips and set a fast posting speed, until his dick surged with power. He fought the need as long as he could, slowing down momentarily and speeding up again. At last, he closed his eyes and blocked everything in the room out, except for his want. Taking Hudson at his own pace, with unlimited urgency and greed, he brought himself to the point of breaking. He slammed hard and fast to come, to cream deep inside of Hudson’s pliant, tight body.
When the last shudders passed, Will opened his eyes. He saw wonder on Hudson’s face. It made Will chuckle. “You need to get out of Hometown USA more often, Hudson.”
Hudson agreed readily with a bobbing head. “Where should I go?”
Will pushed Hudson off and got to his feet. He stripped the rubber off and dropped it into the waiting bin. “Travel, my friend. Interesting things always happen when you travel. Look what happened to me, I found luscious licks in Vermont.”
Originally published June, 2008