This is my first attempt at writing fiction. I've been inspired by the many great stories I've read on the net. However, one in particular caused me to write something myself. It's an HBO Oz based slash called Rough Trade by Fanny Adams (http://archive.nu/oz/fiction.shtml).
If you enjoy this, please let me know at sc94070@yahoo.com. If not, well, use your time constructively and write something better.
DISCLAIMER: This story contains two men having sex. If that bothers you, stop reading.
Chris and Ronnie are fictional characters based loosely on myself and a guy (who I think is totally hot) I saw on Yahoo Personals. Never met him, so its all fiction, but Ronnie represents the man I hope he is.
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Celebrating Thanksgiving
The bed is so warm. I definitely don't want to get up, but we have Thanksgiving plans with his family this afternoon.
"Hey baby, we need to start our day", I whisper.
Ronnie rolls toward me and snuggles closer. He's never been a morning person. And honestly, I'd rather stay here too.
"We gotta start getting ready. Its a 4 hour drive to Tahoe, and you know your mom doesn't like us to be late."
I pull the covers back but Ronnie just holds on tighter, still looking serene and beautiful. "Lets stay in bed a little longer, and we can take a shower together to catch up on time", he says. A smile spreads across his face.
"When has a shower together ever saved us..." A strong hand pulls my face to his and he starts kissing me. I can never get enough of his lips and quickly forget my train of thought.
A soft tug on my lower lip, then stronger and deeper kisses. The well known signals are there; I know where this is headed. A strong arm pulls me closer and I melt into him. I shift to get as close as possible, and feel the heat build between us. My cock feels it too.
Even after 5 years of bliss, he still makes me so hard it hurts.
He rolls on top of me and I know he's feeling randy. He opens his eyes for the first time this morning and just stares at me. His green eyes are so beautiful. Its times like this that I catch just a glimpse of how he sees me and it makes me feel amazing. A moment later he's on me again, licking my lips, letting me invade his mouth with my tongue. He starts on my neck. He knows he can have anything he wants when he does that. And then he's on to my nipples, down the happy trail and then starts licking the tip of my cock. Its slick with precum, and he always says it tastes sweet. He then slips me in, taking all of me into his mouth.
He knows me well, just what I like. I'm putty in his hands, and he gets off on it. But I pull him off, because he's a little too good, and I'm not ready to shoot just yet. I taste some of me when we kiss again. And it makes me want more.
Ronnie is a big, strong man, but I push him over so I can get a taste of him. He's hot now, but I'm gonna tease him a little longer. I start to suckle his balls, move up his shaft and take it in. I always suck Ronnie off with my eyes open. His cock is so beautiful it would be a crime to do otherwise. I can see he's straining as I slowly bob up and down. He starts to grab handfuls of the sheets and I know he's close. So I move up to his chest and work on his nipples. He sighs and I move to those luscious lips again. At first I'm kissing him, but as he starts to relax a little he joins in and then pushes me back.
I knew this was coming when we started, and I can tell he can't wait any longer. His kisses are hard but welcome. Then he presents me with two fingers and I suck them in. I coat them well and then smile as he moves his hand down. I can feel one enter me slowly, carefully and then the second. Soft kisses on my ear lobe and neck distract me as he works his magic.
Ronnie moves between my legs and positions his cock. I want this. He knows it too and pushes in close.
"Ronnnnnie" I whisper as the pain hits. He waits and then pushes in more.
"God" I clench and then the pain turns to warmth. And he knows its time.
He starts to pull back and push in again and the rhythm gets faster. I start pushing against him too. I want him inside me... all the way inside me. He moans, and the pace quickens.
"Fuck me Ronnie. Do it, doitdoitdoitdoit" All thought is lost now. This is instinct, primal.
I don't even realize that my hand has started to stroke my cock as Ronnie pushes it away. He knows.
Ronnie starts a low constant moaning and he's close. He moves down to kiss me and I grab his head with my hands so we can kiss harder. He's fucking me like a piston now and then his back arches as he start shooting inside me.
"Chris, fuck oh fuck I'm cuming". He's fucking me so hard I can't hold back and start shooting all over my chest. He crashes down to his elbows, and kisses me. Sweet, innocent, like high school sweethearts. Then he lets his weight fall on me and I feel safe and happy.
"Shit, its 8. We need to hit the shower babe." he says, like its news.
"Hey, I said that an hour ago." I quip, knowing the pattern that I've just started.
"Oh like I heard you complaining, 'Ronnie, Ronnie fuck me now'" I throw a pillow at him as he scampers off laughing to the shower.
I jump up and follow him. I can never get enough of the sight of his strong ass as he walks. He knows I'm watching too.
I catch an arm around his waist just before he gets through the bathroom door and place my hand on his ass.
"I'm gonna get some payback tonight. We'll have to buy a new mattress tomorrow after I fuck your ass flat on it."
"I'm holding you to that". A devilish grin crosses his face and he starts the shower.
Yep, it is truly going to be day of giving thanks.