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atehimrightup) wrote2025-07-01 11:27 am
atehimrightup) wrote2025-07-01 11:27 am
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for george
There's this swimming hole that Lee found on one of his long walks through the woods. It doesn't seem like many people know about it, hidden within a thick copse of trees. The water seems relatively clean, and Lee has spent more nights there as the weather gets warmer.
Nearby is an old cabin that looks as if it's been abandoned and Lee thinks about breaking a window to get inside, but something always stops him. Peering through the dusty window is like looking into a time capsule. Or a tomb. There's something about the place that sets his lizard brain on edge, like there's something bigger and scarier than a predator like him lurking nearby. Mostly, he leaves the place alone.
It's another balmy night and Lee pulls on a pair of cut off denim shorts and a tee, preparing to head out on his own. As he reaches for the doorknob, he pauses and pulls his phone out of his pocket to send a text to George. He feels a bit territorial over the spot and doesn't necessarily want to share, but George is exempt from that. George seems to be exempt from most of Lee's rules.
Do you want to go somewhere with me? I can be in front of your place in ten minutes.
Nearby is an old cabin that looks as if it's been abandoned and Lee thinks about breaking a window to get inside, but something always stops him. Peering through the dusty window is like looking into a time capsule. Or a tomb. There's something about the place that sets his lizard brain on edge, like there's something bigger and scarier than a predator like him lurking nearby. Mostly, he leaves the place alone.
It's another balmy night and Lee pulls on a pair of cut off denim shorts and a tee, preparing to head out on his own. As he reaches for the doorknob, he pauses and pulls his phone out of his pocket to send a text to George. He feels a bit territorial over the spot and doesn't necessarily want to share, but George is exempt from that. George seems to be exempt from most of Lee's rules.
Do you want to go somewhere with me? I can be in front of your place in ten minutes.
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For awhile, all he can do is lie back and take it, toes clenching as George’s tongue presses in past that tight ring of muscle. It feels a little like he could come just from this, from the obscene pleasure and being the center of George’s whole universe in this moment. It’s overwhelming.
“Okay, okay, stop,” he barks out after awhile, chest heaving as he blinks dazedly up at the night sky. He licks his lips and lets his legs fall from George’s shoulders, groaning when he looks at his face. His mouth his swollen, eyes so dark they’re nearly black, and Lee feels his cock give an eager lurch.
With a groan, he shifts until he can get up onto his knees, reaching over to dig a bottle of lube from his bag and shuffling forward until they’re nearly mirroring each other.
“I want you to finger me until I come. Don’t touch my cock,” he says as he leans in to drag his tongue over George’s lips, sucking hard at the bottom one before releasing it with a pop, shoving the bottle into his hands. “I’ve never come like that before. Think you can make it happen?”
He’s pretty sure that George will rise to the challenge.