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Even the Lost Find Comfort
Boone sat on the beach.
He could hear the sounds of the crash site in the distance away from him. Even at night, you could hear it . . . people talking in their sleep, other people talking to each other . . . lost souls making noise in the dark to convince themselves that it mattered, that they mattered, that they weren't sitting lonely and forgotten on an island where no one knew where they were.
Boone shook himself. He had to stop thinking like that. He flashed back on Shannon's attitude when they'd first arrived on the island - refusing to help, convinced that help was on its way. He'd never admit it to her, but he'd kind of envied her in those first few hours . . . envied that ability to look around herself at the destruction the crash had caused, and still be so confident of her own survival. Maybe thinking like that was the key to their safety.
He leant his head back, feeling the cool sea breeze play across his face, like phantom fingers. The sky was pitch-black but somehow brighter than the skies back home . . . a million, million stars twinkled in the darkness like tiny little lanterns to light the way. He thought back to the old-time sailors, using the stars to plot their course, and chuckled. They wouldn't be using the stars to plot anything, any time soon. Right now, all they were good for was a distraction from thinking too hard about the situation.
The fire crackled and popped in front of him, making an effort to be merry and comforting but instead sounding strained and desperate, the heat it was giving him just a reminder that he'd been thrust into this back-to-basics world they'd found themselves in. You'd think a tropical island would be warmer than this, he thought to himself, but the sea breeze was cool and the occasional downpours of rain left you soaked enough that you felt the cold, tropical or not. In spite of himself, Boone shivered, drawing his knees up and wrapping his arms around himself.
You shouldn't be here on your own, he mentally chastised himself, not when you know what kinds of things are roaming this island. Polar bears - worse things. Still, sometimes the rest of the survivors made him feel so claustrophobic . . . Jack, making him feel like a second-rate lifeguard for panicking and doing CPR all wrong . . . Sayid, with his oh-so-obvious nobility and leadership qualities . . . Shannon was no help, either; since Boone was the only family she had directly within reach she'd seemed to decide that this meant her entire family issues should be converted into problems with him. They'd bickered more than ever since arriving here and the public nature of their arguments embarrassed Boone - people like poor Rose who'd left their loved ones behind or lost them in the crash mourning the loss of their families, while they sat in the sand and bickered like spoilt kids.
Truth was, Boone was coping better than he'd ever thought he could, and even then just barely. The nights were so dark - the situation so impossible - and sometimes, he was just lonely . . .
'Playin' monster-bait, boy?'
Boone jumped and scrambled to his feet, swinging round to face the intruder to his reverie. Dirty-blond hair, moving of its own accord in the gentle breeze. A tanned, serious face flickering in and out of focus as the fire played across his skin, mouth fixed in a lopsided grin that always seemed to be mocking. A lean, muscled body rippling underneath tight clothes, promising what everybody wanted, but probably couldn't handle.
'Sawyer.' Boone sat back down, facing the other direction in what he hoped was an unimpressed manner. After a couple of seconds, though, he grudgingly admitted, 'You startled me.'
'Yeah. Not as much as that thing woulda done if it'd come chompin' along these trees and got itself a tasty bite o' Boone.' Sawyer's southern-boy accent rolled around the words, giving each one a caress with his tongue that was meant to make the listener shiver with anticipation.
Boone shivered, from the cold, he decided.
'It hasn't come onto the beach yet,' he defended himself weakly, as he heard Sawyer's footsteps getting closer.
'Maybe it just ain't hungry enough.' Sawyer leaned down behind Boone. 'You lookin' to be a starter, or a main course?' His breath bloomed along the exposed skin of Boone's shoulder, and despite himself, Boone bit his lower lip and felt his eyes flutter as the sensation of words touching skin rippled across his entire body, every inch in turn wanting words to be spoken into them.
'Stop calling me food,' he managed. 'I don't like it.'
'Huh,' snorted Sawyer, sitting down heavily beside the younger man. 'Don't much matter to me what you like to be called, boy.'
'And stop calling me boy. I don't like that either.'
'What if I like it?'
Boone was momentarily at a loss for words. He took the opportunity to flash back on the first time Sawyer had called him that . . . 'You took my gun, boy?' Disbelief and incredulity, with a wide-eyed shock at the audacity . . . Boone resisted, then gave in and chuckled.
'What's so funny?' Sawyer glanced at him shrewdly, his eyes narrowing.
'Nothing.' Boone grinned. 'I was just remembering when I took your gun on the expedition. "You took my gun, boy?" I'd just never heard anyone sound so outraged before, is all.'
'Yeah, well, I was outraged,' snapped Sawyer. 'Takin' a gun off a sleepin' man . . . just ain't the way to do things.' He offered Boone another sly glance. 'But I'll give ya somethin' . . . you're good. I didn't feel nothin' when ya took it off me.'
Boone shifted uncomfortably. 'Thanks.'
'Not a problem.' Sawyer shifted back onto his elbows; watching without meaning to, Boone noticed the material of his clothes sliding up, revealing tanned, smooth skin underneath. They sat in silence for a few minutes.
Sawyer looked over at Boone, still sitting looking thoughtfully into the fire. His hair was still permanently stuck to his head, unable to fight the wild weather of the region, and his eyes were just as wide and confused as ever. Full lips pouted in the direction of the fire, a scattering of stubble doing nothing to hide the femininity of such pretty pink lips. He looked just as thoughtful as always, and Sawyer couldn't shake the notion that it was because of him.
'So what you doin' out here all on your own anyway?' he ventured, mentally kicking himself. He didn't care. Why should he care? Caring wasn't going to get him off this island, and the less he had to do with the tangled problems everyone else was getting into, the surer his chances of surviving were. But still - as soon as Boone begin to speak, Sawyer found himself listening - really listening - for the first time since the crash.
And Boone - Boone told him everything. Everything he was worried about. Shannon. The way Jack and Sayid made him feel. How it'd felt knowing that everyone preferred Kate with a gun to Boone with a gun. The thoughts that they were never going to get off this island. The dreams where he died, leaving Shannon all alone . . .
Silence followed for a few minutes directly after Boone finished speaking. 'Huh,' Sawyer finally managed. 'Sounds to me like you survived a plane crash.'
Boone looked at him, eyes widening - if it were at all possible.
'You don't think everyone's thinkin' what you're thinkin'? Doc's runnin' round savin' lives, Sayid's some kinda leader, Kate's action-woman-at-the-ready - and everyone's thinkin' they're missin' somethin' everyone else has, or that they're the one who's gonna let everyone down, or that they gonna be the next to go. Well thinkin' like that ain't gonna change a thing, boy - Boone - so s'far's I'm concerned, ain't no point doin' it.'
Boone blinked at him. 'So you're saying we just have to think positive.'
'Yeah, but don't make it sound so goddamn chipper.'
Boone continued looking at him.
'Look,' sighed Sawyer, lying down. 'Lie down next to me.'
'What?'
'Just do it.'
Boone settled down a couple of inches away.
'No, right next to me. So we're touchin' each other.' Sawyer had no idea why he'd said that, but it felt like the right thing so he went with it. Boone shifted, and after a second both men felt their shoulders and arms touching, the warm, solid weights of their legs pressing against each other. 'That's it. Now look up.'
Boone looked up. 'I just see the stars.'
'Exactly. And where else can you see the stars?'
'Well, if you turn off the lights and it's night-time, you can see the stars everywhere.'
'Exactly. Home ain't as far away as y'think, Boone. We just gotta get ourselves there.' Sawyer had surprised himself with his own poetic ability. He sat congratulating himself for a second or two before he felt Boone's gaze on him. He slid his own gaze to the right and their eyes connected, Boone's big baby blues staring right into his deep, dark eyes. Both their eyes flickered to the other's lips and back again at the same time. Both of them swallowed. Both of them looked at a face awash with firelight, and both of them felt a shiver course the entire length of their body.
Boone leant forward, his eyes half-shutting as his face moved closer and closer to Sawyer's - but he stopped just short of halfway, terrified to take the next step.
Sawyer saw Boone's lips parted, ready, waiting - and, resigned to the fact that this wasn't going to go away whether they were rescued or not, Sawyer took the final step for him, pushing his face forward until he felt his lips connect with the soft flesh of Boone's.
There was a moment of nothing - as if both their nervous systems refused to accept what had just happened - before a rush of feeling flooded back into their lips with such force that both men released deep, throaty groans into the other's mouth, and slid themselves across the sand to be closer to each other. Tongues wrestling between their parted lips, their hands reached out and gripped the other with such force that the momentum took them rolling, their lips never parting as they rolled across the sand, until they finally ended with Boone lying underneath Sawyer, his arms pinned to the sand and his right leg trapped between both of Sawyer's.
Sawyer pulled away from the kiss, noting with masculine satisfaction the way Boone's face lifted as they parted in an attempt to prolong the kiss. He looked down at Boone for a full minute, seeing the firelight as it played across his face, and catching the different fire that was burning in his eyes. Unable to resist the want in Boone's eyes, he leaned in close, his tongue flicking across Boone's earlobe, cheek, chin, lips, teasing the other man, amusing himself by feeling Boone move his head to try and intercept his kisses, until he rewarded his hot new lover's perseverance by pressing his tongue back into his mouth and giving a sharp thrust with his hips that crushed Boone's groin to the sand, illiciting a cry that was instantly swallowed up in Sawyer's mouth.
Stubble slid against stubble, each man feeling the not-entirely-unpleasurable friction between their sparse facial hair, creating a rougher, more charged kiss than anything either had previously experienced. The kiss continued, only growing in intensity, but soon the fire began spreading to other parts of their bodies - their already-hard cocks were fighting for release within both men's tight pants, and hands were itching to touch forbidden areas.
Sawyer gave in first, releasing Boone's left arm to give his right some mobility. As Boone's left hand grabbed the back of his head, running fingers through Sawyer's hair and holding him in place for Boone to kiss him, Sawyer's hand was disappearing up Boone's shirt, fingers dancing along every curve and inflection of the younger man's abs before reaching the powerful slabs that rested on his chest, finding and tweaking the nipples to hardness while Boone squirmed with delight.
Wanting to get the full experience, Sawyer managed to pull away long enough to drag his own shirt off, revealing more tanned skin covering a lithe, slightly-haired torso that rippled with muscle, and yanked Boone's shirt over his head, biting his lip as he caught sight of the well-muscled body that Boone had been hiding. Boone's face was craning upwards for another kiss, but Sawyer had a better idea.
He moved towards Boone as though about to kiss him, but ducked his face back at the last minute and slid his stubbled skin across the smooth expanse of Boone's chest. Boone groaned loudly, his body bucking as he felt the rough stubble grazing his skin, only for Sawyer's moist lips to instantly soothe the areas, as Sawyer scraped and kissed better every inch of Boone's sculpted chest. After ten minutes of this torture, Sawyer's mouth rested around Boone's left nipple, his teeth pinching slightly at the edges, and Boone swore loudly and scraped his fingers down Sawyer's muscled back.
Sawyer pulled himself off Boone, exhaling air in a hiss of pleasure that was silenced by Boone kissing the mouth that had been torturing his nipples for so long. Caught in the kiss, Sawyer moaned as he felt Boone's hand working its way up his chest and let an animal cry into Boone's throat as the younger man sharply twisted at Sawyer's nipple.
His automatic response slammed Boone into the ground as their two bodies writhed against each other, hard members pulsing against each other through the material of their pants. Both guys were breathing heavily, desperate to take things to their natural conclusion but loving the foreplay, their bodies begrudging any attempt to separate them as they fought for closer contact, nipples rubbing against nipples as their hands caught hold of any exposed area of flesh they could, desperately pressing against any part of their bodies they could find, wanting to feel every inch of their skin crushed together as the two of them rolled in the sand, muttering nonsense into each other's mouths, riding the sensation until their bodies told them that there was no turning back, that this was the point when they had to cement the union.
Boone's eyes were terrified but ecstatic; Sawyer's surprised but sensual. They met - Boone lifted his hips towards Sawyer's, his mouth opening in an O of pleasure and need, and they both knew how this was going to go.
Sawyer knelt between Boone's legs, the hard lump of his cock visible through the material of his pants. Boone, panting, fixed on it, his eyes zeroing in on his prize with an expression of lust as Sawyer grinned down at him, loving every inch of the body visible before him and ready for more. He reached for Boone's pants and with a gasp Boone lifted his ass off the sand, allowing Sawyer to hook his finger under the waistband and pull, dragging them down around Boone's ankles.
Boone let out a cry as the material tugged on his dick as it sprang into view, relief throbbing from where it had been trapped for so long. Sawyer threw the clothes to one side and fixed his gaze on Boone's meaty cock - a full fat eight inches, it was almost visibly throbbing, precum oozing out of the slit in a steady stream.
'Mm. Tasty,' Sawyer murmured, the first coherent words either of them had spoken, and as Boone looked at him in mild confusion Sawyer took his chance, bringing his head down and in one slick move swallowing all of Boone into his throat.
'Fuck!' Hissed Boone as he threw his head back, his hands forming fists but grabbing nothing but sand Sawyer's fingers were playing with the insides of his legs, dancing across his groin, fire shooting from every nerve they touched, and it was all meeting in Boone's thick cock, currently buried to the hilt in Sawyer's throat while his lips kissed at the base, Boone's hair gently tickling Sawyer's stubbled mouth.
Boone gazed down at Sawyer's head with the dazed, euphoric half-attention of a guy getting his finest-ever blowjob - his groin was on fire and Sawyer hadn't even started to move yet. The pink tip of Boone's tongue flashed out briefly, wetting his full lips which parted an instant later in an expression of delight as Sawyer moved his head slowly, oh so slowly, back up the length of Boone's shaft, his lips never breaking contact with the silky skin, until only the head remained in his mouth.
He pulled away slowly, giving the head a gentle kiss as he went, and licked the precum from his lips with a devilish smile. 'You want me to do that again, Boone?' he asked, emphasising the use of 'Boone' not 'boy' - Boone registered this, but couldn't find the words for anything other than a trembling nod.
'Then ask.'
The words flowed from Sawyer's perfect mouth with a soft sibilance, and suddenly Boone found that his voice had been freed, he could speak again, and the words tumbled out one after the other with a desperation he hadn't even previously been consciously aware of.
'Oh please please please suck my dick please Sawyer suck it, oh God suck it for me suck my cock please Sawyer please oh God please . . .' He continued on in this vein for a good few seconds even after Sawyer had swallowed again, his brain having the same delay in registering as previously, but when he did realise it he growled softly and this time his right hand gripped Sawyer's head, running through the hair - still silky, still smooth, even after the days of trauma on the island. He knew he was getting sand in Sawyer's hair, but he didn't care, he was pretty sure that soon enough there'd be sand in his own hair, sand everywhere, and he was past the point where sand mattered - all that mattered was Sawyer, and what Sawyer was doing, and God how good he was at it.
Sawyer stopped his relentless bobbing as he felt Boone's muscles begin to tighten and his dick begin to twitch, knowing what it meant and not ready for it yet. He pulled off and grinned up at the panting, sweating younger man, whose lips - so full and moist - were pouting at him, ready to be put into service. Sawyer grinned at him, translating his expression and liking what it came to.
'S'alright,' he whispered, his sensual voice kicking into overdrive, 'I know what you want, baby, and you gonna get it real soon.'
Still smiling at Boone, he stood up and unbuckled his belt, allowing his pants to fall down round his ankles. He kicked his pants away and then stood there for a second, allowing Boone to look at him - a naked Adonis, tanned, lithe body, not an ounce of fat anywhere on him, perfect six-pack leading into a sexy V that pointed the way to Sawyer's proudest feature - nine and a half inches of thick, meaty cock, every bit as tanned as the rest of him and dripping precum so fast that his dick was already slick with it.
He knelt between Boone's legs once again, and moved his body so that his dick was directly over Boone's. With the subtlest of movements, a drop of precum came free and plummeted through the air to land on Boone's own fat shaft.
The feeling of Sawyer's precum splashing onto his own dick kicked Boone completely into his new-found sexuality, and he scrambled up onto his knees, running his hands up and down the powerful muscles of Sawyer's legs, staring at the big cock in front of him, his lips working as he imagined it sliding into his mouth.
'If you want it, baby, it's all yours,' murmured Sawyer as his hand gently - almost tenderly - stroked his lover's hair. 'You go for it, if that's what you want.'
Oh God was that what he wanted.
Boone shuffled forward to be as close as possible and reached out one trembling hand. The fingers brushed the sensitive skin of Sawyer's shaft and he let out a gasp of pleasure that turned into a drawn-out growl as Boone's hand formed a fist around his tool, slowly working up and down the long, hot shaft, taking in its size and its heat.
Finally unable to resist for a moment longer, Boone took the cock in both hands and pulled it towards his mouth, opening his lips wide. Sawyer stared down at the hot younger man with the pretty features and the big blue eyes as his lips drew closer and closer to the throbbing cock held between his hands . . .
Sawyer moaned, long and loud, as Boone's mouth closed around the head of his dick, and he thanked fuck that there was always the background noise at the campsite. He could feel Boone's tongue gently flicking at his head, and gave another moan of pleasure as he felt Boone's mouth begin working him backwards, pushing him towards the tunnel of Boone's throat.
Without even meaning to, Sawyer began to slide his hips forward, feeding his cock to Boone - and Boone, the bottom in him responding to the dominant movement, stopped moving, resting his hands on Sawyer's hips as the other man gently moved his cock forwards, filling Sawyer's mouth with meat and pushing against the entrance to his throat.
Boone moaned softly as he felt the cock poking against his tonsils, but, desperate to give Sawyer a good time, he willed himself to ignore his gag reflex the way he'd been ignoring the fear that had built up over the past couple days, and to his surprise, it worked, the fat cock popping past the entrance to his throat and continuing the slide down without a hitch. Boone didn't even feel close to gagging - he found that breathing through his nose meant that he could get air quite easily even while Sawyer's thick shaft was filling his airways.
For his part, Sawyer was lost in bliss, concentrating on the exquisite feeling of his pubes pressing against Boone's pretty-boy face. He swivelled his hips slightly, feeling his meat brush against the walls of Boone's throat, and his grip on Boone's hair tightened momentarily in masculine show of aggression and pleasure. Offsetting it was his left hand, which slid down his own stomach to find Boone's right hand, resting on his hip, and intertwine their fingers together as Boone's head began to move, sliding backwards so far that Sawyer became afraid that he was going to stop sucking, before pushing forwards again to reclaim the big cock which fit so perfectly in his mouth.
Boone groaned around Sawyer's meat as he felt precum dripping down his throat - Sawyer's body spasming at the pleasure the vibrations caused as they played along the big cock - and his throat muscles worked to swallow the tasty fluid, massaging Sawyer's shaft as he did so.
'Fuck,' groaned Sawyer throatily, 'You are so . . . so fuckin' good at this . . . ah yeah, suck on my dick baby . . . ah yeah swallow my cock . . .'
Boone continued to do so for a good few minutes, but eventually they both realised that they wanted more, that pleasurable as it was, Boone's worship of Sawyer's cock was only preparation for what was to come. Boone slid off the big pole, licking his lips to recover the precum which had dripped down Sawyer's shaft and pooled on his hips, and gazed at Sawyer with absolute trust in his eyes. 'I didn't bring anything,' he said.
'Me neither,' whispered Sawyer. 'But I'm clean.'
Boone nodded. 'Me too. And I think you're wet enough.'
'I may be,' smirked Sawyer, 'but what 'bout you?'
Before Boone could grasp his meaning, Sawyer had flipped him backwards on top his back and raised his legs up. Boone thought for one wild moment that this was where the fucking began, but to his surprise found that although his legs were resting on Sawyer's shoulders, they were much closer to the ground than he'd expected. Sawyer's hands pushed underneath Boone's round, muscular ass and lifted him slightly off the ground, drawing a groan from Boone as he was lifted by Sawyer's powerful arms.
Boone was still slightly confused - but all his questions were answered as he felt Sawyer's lips kissing the rim of his asshole, his stubble roughing against the soft skin of Boone's ass.
'Sawyer, what - you don't have to - nngh,' gasped Boone as all attempts at conversation were stifled by the sensation of Sawyer's tongue pushing its way into his ass, the muscle sliding in past his sphincter and moving in a slow, circular motion to lube up Boone's anal walls. Boone let out a steady stream of curses as more and more of Sawyer's tongue disappeared into his asscrack, until Sawyer's face was buried deep between Boone's firm buns, his tongue licking its way deep into Boone's insides.
'Oh God, Sawyer, that feels so . . . oh fuck!' groaned Boone, throwing his head back - Sawyer had pulled his mouth away from Boone's sweet ass, given his index finger a perfunctory lick and slid it to the knuckle into Boone's ass.
'Y'like that, Boone?' asked Sawyer, wiggling his finger inside of the hot tight hole as he did so.
'Uh, uh, yeah, oh God, Sawyer, I need more, oh God . . .'
'More, huh?' Sawyer grinned and slowly started to slide both his second and third fingers in . . . Boone's moans increased and his hands reached down towards his ass, desperately needing more, more fingers . . . Sawyer slid his fourth finger in and began to slowly fuck the tight hole with his fingers, his thumb brushing along the cleft of Boone's ass, stroking him as the rest of Sawyer's fingers worked their way into the tight little hole, loosening it in preparation of what was to come.
'Oh God . . . Sawyer . . . it's still not enough . . . I need you,' Boone gasped, and Sawyer sensed a vulnerability and want underneath the lust that left him reeling and just as desperate to give Boone what he needed as Boone was to get it.
Knowing what the thickest implement to hand was, Sawyer slid his hand out of Boone's hole, trying to ignore Boone's unhappy whimper as his ass was emptied, and pushed his legs apart so that he could crawl up and kiss Boone full on the lips.
'It's OK, baby,' he whispered as his big, fat cock pressed against the entrance to Boone's hole, both of them moaning at the touch of their two erogenous zones. 'I'mma give ya everythin' you want 'n' more, OK? I'mma give you everythin'.'
Boone looked up into Sawyer's ass, his beautiful eyes, and reached his arms out to hold him. 'Give it to me,' he whispered in desperation, and Sawyer did.
Boone cried out as the head popped into his asshole, a throaty yelp of pain and pleasure, sand Sawyer responded with an equally violent groan of his own as the tight ring snapped back into place around his cock. Boone's cry left him momentarily paralysed, unsure what his next move should be, until Boone started to push back onto his cock, sliding himself along the length of it and making the decision for him.
'Hey there, baby, go slow, 'kay? I don't wanna hurt ya,' Sawyer crooned as Boone pushed desperately back against him, his ass four inches full and needing more.
Boone gazed up at him, sparks flying from his eyes. 'You're not gonna hurt me, Sawyer. I trust you.'
Sawyer gazed back into the eyes of the man offering trust when he had no reason to - the first person on the island to give him unconditional trust, unconditional passage, and who would've guessed it would be Boone? - and felt a tear forming in the corner of his eye. Shit, he growled inwardly to himself, what the fuck's that all about? Cryin' in the middle o'some fuck like a woman.
But 'some fuck' wasn't right. They both knew it; this wasn't just two horny men on a deserted island getting some satisfaction, there was more to it than either of them cared to question. But right now, the most pressing matter was the fire coursing through Sawyer's veins at the thought of letting loose on Boone's plump ass.
'You sure?' he whispered huskily, and Boone's almost-imperceptible nod was enough to encourage him to throw his whole body weight forwards, sliding to the hilt into Boone's hole, feeling the younger man contract tightly round his shaft in protest at the intrusion as Boone's head threw back and he howled at the sensation of Sawyer's long, thick cock ripping into his hole.
Sawyer rested inside for a minute, the tightness of Boone's tunnel almost knocking him senseless, the squeezing sensation around his dick throwing his senses into overdrive. Both guys were seeing stars dancing in front of their eyes; Boone felt like he was being ripped apart from the inside and he'd never felt anything in his life that felt so good or right as being impaled on Sawyer's big pole.
'Fuck me, Sawyer,' he whispered desperately, 'for God's sake fuck me, I need this so bad!'
'Fuck ya?' growled Sawyer, grabbing Boone's legs and lifting them so that they were wrapped round his waist, Boone's feet crossing each other across Sawyer's firm, muscular ass. 'Oh, don'tcha worry 'bout that, boy, I'mma fuck you good 'n' right.' He swivelled his hips again, drawing a cry from Boone as his ass muscles were massaged by Sawyer's big cock - to the extent that Boone didn't even care that Sawyer was calling him 'boy'; they both knew it was an extension of the sexual aura that was pervading the air around them and as far as they were concerned, they were in a sexual bubble of 'anything goes.'
Sawyer looked down at the man heaving beneath him, muscled chest rising and falling heavily in time with his breaths, six-pack abs trembling in anticipation, Boone's entire body covered in the slight sheen of sweat. He'd never seen anyone look so fuckin' sexy before and it pushed him into a frenzy, sliding his cock fast out of Boone's tight ass, only to slam it back in again at twice the speed.
Boone cried out again at the sensation of being rammed by Sawyer; looking up, he bit his lip at the sheer beauty of the man above him, tanned skin pulled taut over straining muscle, a look of utter determination and dominance in his face as he gave it to Boone, every muscle contracting and relaxing in time with Sawyer's hard, sure thrusts. Boone could feel inch after big fat inch slicing into his ass like a hot knife through butter and back out again just as slickly, and wondered briefly why there wasn't more pain, surely there was supposed to be more pain? But all he knew was that Sawyer was filling a part of him he'd never known was empty and every time Sawyer bumped his prostate he felt like he was going to blow huis entire body through his big cock.
His cock, which had been lying almost forgotten as he'd greedily slurped on Sawyer's big shaft and then taken it into his ass, was fully hard again, turned on by the hard and fast intrusions of Sawyer's cock into his ass. With little else to do with his hands, he reached down and grabbed his cock with both of them, sliding his fists up and down round his cock in time with Sawyer's thrusting, moaning as the two of them bucked in tandem.
Sawyer noticed this, and without even breaking stride gripped Sawyer's right hip with his left hand, using the other hand to push Boone's away and take hold of that fat cock in the same instant. While Boone still looked confused, Sawyer started working his fist up and down the warm shaft, pounding on Boone's cock even as he reamed Boone's ass with his own dripping meat, watching in reflected pleasure as Boone writhed beneath him, never breaking eye contact as his hands played with every area of either body he could get his hands on; his own nipples, stomach, Sawyer's chest and shoulders . . . Boone slid his fingers into Sawyer's mouth and Sawyer sucked greedily on them as he continued pumping Boone's hot butt.
The sounds were the biggest turn-on, Boone thought - Sawyer's animal grunts, his own high-pitched wails at having his pretty ass broken in by Sawyer's mammoth dick, and also the wet, slippery sounds of Boone's hole being stretched by Sawyer's fat shaft, and the thick, meaty sounds Sawyer's hips made as they slapped obscenely into Boone's firm ass. Boone's feet were bouncing around on Sawyer's ass as they fucked; bounced by the motion of their bodies into Sawyer's ass, giving Sawyer the entirely hot sensation of having his butt spanked by Boone's feet even as he fucked into Boone's sweet little hole.
Realising that Boone's lips had been pouting at him for a good two minutes, Sawyer lifted his left hand higher and wrapped it round the back of Boone's head, keeping his right hand wrapped round Boone's cock; Boone responded by wrapping both of his arms round Sawyer and pulling him down closer, close enough to kiss - and Sawyer took advantage of that, forcing his tongue into the other man's mouth, cursing into Boone's plump, full lips even as Boone's own muffled cries echoed down into his own throat, each of them greedily swallowing the other's words while Sawyer continued to work on Boone's hole.
'I can't last forever, baby,' Sawyer grunted as they parted from the kiss. 'I gotta blow sometime, and your tight little ass is gonna get my cum when I do - but I can't hold it much longer, I gotta shoot, you turn me on so bad . . .'
'Oh God, Sawyer,' moaned Boone, the dirty words entering his brain and making his dick throb in Sawyer's capable hand, 'I'm gonna shoot so soon, I need to cum, I need to blow my load, I gotta blow my load . . . make me cum, Sawyer, fuck it out of me, fuck my cum right out of me!'
'Come on, baby,' Sawyer grunted as he buried his head in Boone's neck, inhaling the musty scent of sex as his words shivered along Boone's skin, 'come for me, baby. I wantcha to come for me. Blow that load all over us, Boone, I wanna feel it all over us. Come on, Boone. Shoot.'
That one word did it. With the loudest cry yet, a roar that echoed deep into Sawyer's throat as he pressed his lips over Boone's and absorbed his lover's cry, Boone bucked his hips sharply upwards, frantically fucking into Sawyer's fist as his dick throbbed twice and then exploded - literally exploded a jet of steaming white cum that rocketed straight into their conjoined chins. The next two blasts hit the same spot while the following jets splashed all down both their muscled chests and stomachs, spurt after spurt of hot white cream splattering over both hot studs as Boone's cock ejected days of pent-up spunk.
As his cock blasted all over both of them, Sawyer felt Boone's tight little ass get even tighter, impossibly tight, as Boone's entire body contracted to spray his load, and with a final thrust of his huge meat he lost control, the squeezing of Boone's tight anal passage finally winning out. He replied to Boone's cry with an animal roar of his own, yelling nonsense words into his lover's mouth as his one final slam ended with his long, fat cock blasting its hot load deep into Boone's ass. Jet after jet of his creamy cum sprayed deep into Boone's hole - and Boone, feeling this hot stud's spunk splattering deep inside him, gave a final jerk and sprayed the biggest load yet, splashing all over both his and Sawyer's faces. With an ecstatic look on his face, Boone licked his own cum off Sawyer's lips even as Sawyer continued to grunt and curse his way through an incredible orgasm, his body tensing in places he hadn't even known existed as he continued to pump his spunk into Boone's willing body.
They lay there, gasping, Sawyer's cock softening inside Boone's ass as both men tried to recover from the most intense sexual experience of their lives. Neither could find words; instead, Sawyer allowed his body to collapse forward onto Boone's, and both of them wrapped their arms round the other, desperate to somehow sustain the contact.
After several minutes, Boone rolled Sawyer gently off him, and staggered a few steps to the ocean to try and wash his own spunk off his body, and stop the flow of cum that was trickling down his legs.
And when, less than a minute later, Sawyer joined him, Boone realised with a grin that neither of them were quite finished yet.
Hope you enjoyed. I've also written Orli in the Celebrity section, but I'm taking a break from that for a short while to concentrate on a few one-shots. Don't worry, there will be new Orli soon! I'm enjoying the freedom of something a bit different for a little while, is all!