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Methos & Dawson: Highlander Pt 1 by R.A. Swain
Joe Dawson shifted in his chair and looked around his bar. He had a stack of files in frint of him, and had been reading through them. They were Watcher files; files on immortals and their activities. He was doing some followup research his friend Duncan MacCloud, an immortal, had asked of him. He was tracing back several immortals who had been after Mac for several years. Seated opposite him at the table, sipping a brandy was Methos, also an immortal, possibly the oldest living immortal (although he look only to be in his 30's he was closer to 3000).
Joe let out a low whistle. "You guys have certainly led interesting lives, sexually speaking."
Methos nodded. "Some of us, possibly. After all, being immortal, we generally want to try everything at least once."
"I can see that," Joe Responded. "Straight sex, lesbianism, homosexuality, beastality, autoerotic stimulation of every kind."
"Well, as long as it felt good," Methos replied. He allowed his eyes to wander of Joe's body. He was a tall man, over 6', with blue eyes and salt and pepper hair, beard and mustache.
Average weight for a man in his early 40's. Methos, on the other hand, while equally tall, was a more slender build, with a swimmer's body, brown hair and piercing blue eyes.
"Apparently it felt good alot," Joe said. "You ever have and man to man experiences?"
Methos paused for a sip of brandy before answering. "Remember, when it comes to sex, immortals are no different than mortals."
"That doesn't answer my question," Joe said.
"Have you?" Methos asked.
"I...well, yes," he answered his friend. "Back in Nam, with a couple buddies. Circle jerks, and stuff like that."
"Me too," Methos answered the earlier question. "I did know Caligula."
"Really?! Wow! How about any other immortals?"
Methos smiled. "You've got something for an immortal, don't you?"
"No," Joe protested. "I just wondered if you ever made it with any other immortals."
"You know about me and Amanda," Methos teased.
Joe shook his head. "You know what I mean. Guys."
Methos paused. "You've got the hots for someone. Who? Is it MacCloud?"
Joe shook his head again. "Okay, so I wondered about man to man sex with an immortal or two. Mac's a hot guy, but not the top of my list."
Methos looked surprised. "He's not? Who is? Is it Richie?"
"Richie's just a kid. Even by mortal standards I'm older than him. Although, I have thought about what I'd like to do to a hot young ass like his," Joe admited. "But there are other immortals besides him."
"Amanda for one," Methos said. "You admited you were intrigued by her."
"And as a female immortal I'd do her in a second," Joe said.
"Well who else is there. Mac usually kills all the others who show up around here. Except for me...."
Joe smiled at Methos. "Now you're catching on."
Methos stared into Joe's eyes. "Me? You want to get it on with me?"
"Yeah, is that so hard to believe?"
"Well, no. I'm flattered. I just would've thought Your tastes ran more to Mac."
"Mac's way down on my list. After Richie and Amanda, but you're number one."
Methos smiled. "Well, what are we going to do about this desire of yours?"
Methos & Dawson: Highlander Pt 2 by R.A. Swain
Dawson looked at Methos and rubbed his hand over his bearded mouth. "Let's go upstairs to my apartment. We won't be disturbed there."
Methos followed Joe upstairs and stopped at the apartment door. "You're sure you want this?"
Joe nodded. "I've wanted it since before I knew you were and immortal. Back when you were Adam. Being an immortal just adds too the pleasure."
Methos followed Joe into the apartment and into the livingroom. He stopped and faced Joe. Their eyes met in an intense stare. Joe reached for his sweater and pulled it over his head, revealing a strong, well developed, hairy chest. Methos followed suit and removed his shirt, revealing a smooth chest. Joe stepped forward and laid a hand on Methos chest.
Methos place a hand behind Joe's neck and gently pulled him forward until their lips met. He felt Joe shiver as he plunged his tongue into the hot man's mouth. Joe returned the tonuge, surprising Methos. After centuries of sex, this man was as good of a kisser as himself, and that turned him on more than he'd ever admit.
Joe felt Methos hands glide over his back and to his hips. They worked their way to the belt and started undoing his pants. He broke the kiss and stepped back. Each man eyed the other as they removed their pants. Now, both in boxer shorts, they approached again.
Joe kissed Methos again, and began licking his way down the smooth chest. Methos shuddered at the tickling feel of the beard as it brushed across his bare chest. "Ohhh," he moaned. He cock was tenting out in his shorts as was Joe's. The next move was his. He guided Joe back into a chair, and knelt between his knees. He looked up into Joe's eyes and reached for the plaid boxers, tugging they down over a long, thin, hard, 7 1/2" cock.
"That's some sword you have here," Methos said.
Joe smiled at the reference. "The only head tonight will be giving, not taking. And I hope I'll get the chance to reciprocate."
Methos leaned in, staring at the cock as if hypnotized. "You'll get plenty of chances. Immortals have a lot more stamina than mortals." With that he ran his tongue over the sexy hunks hot cock. Joe closed his eyes and concentrated on the hot mouth eveloping his cock, sucking his shaft in further and further.
"Oh yes! You give the best head," he moaned.
Methos licked his way up and down the shaft to Joe's hairy balls. He showly worshiped each one, gently sucking it into his mouth and licking beneath them toward Joe's waiting hole.
Joe caressed Methos head and pulled his up. "It's time I got to that ancient sword of yours." Methos stood in front of him and Joe pulled down his blue boxers. A 7" sword surrounded by silky brown hair at the base popped up in Joe's face. He inhaled and could smell the scent of heather from the soap Methos had used that morning. He leaned in and gently licked the tip, caressing the shaft with his fist, and then licking his way down to the slightly hairy balls.
Methos moaned again, and guided Joe's head as he felt Joe's hot mouth encompass his cock. "Oh god, you're sooo good!" He moaned and soon felt the build up of pressure in his balls. "I'm cumming!" He said.
With that he shot a load of hot cum into Joe's mouth. Joe took the load greedily sucking for more. He swallowed it, noting the taste was sweet, like sugar. He looked up. "I thought you said immortals have a lot of stamina. That didn't take you too long."
Methos looked down at him. "That was only a beginning. I hope you can take it. My cock isn't going down after only one shot. I'm good for about nine or ten. What I lack in longevity I make up for in quantity. Now how about I get a piece of some hot mortal ass."
Methos & Dawson:Highlander Pt 3 by R.A. Swain
Joe looked at Methos steele cock. It was still erect and wanting more. He smiled as Methos pulled him gently down to the floor. "I want to see your face," Methos said, laying him on his back. " I want to watch you as I fuck you."
Joe just lay there as Methos positioned a cushion from the sofa beneath Joe's ass, and moved his tongue to Joe's hot, cum filled balls once again. He licked his way arond the soft hairy balls and downward till he got to Joe's waiting hole. Joe moaned as he felt Methos tongue licking around his hole. He shivered and closed his eyes as Methos tongue darted into his waiting hole. "Oh yes! I've got lube in my jacket pocket," he said.
Methos smiled and looked around for Joe's discarded jacket. "You were a boy scout, weren't you?"
"No, just hopeful. I've wanted you for so long I decided I'd be ready whenever the chance came up," Joe replied. He closed his eyes as Methos took a hand full of lube and coated his burning cock and then slowly caressed his waiting hole with a lubed finger.
Methos slipped his finger in up to the first joint and then slowly to the knuckle. Joe whithered in desire pushing himself further down Methos finger. Methos smiled and finger fucked Joe for a moment before slipping a second finger in to join the first.
Joe felt the second finger and moaned even louder. He felt a tightening in his stomach. This was the best fuck he'd had in years, and as he felt a third finger circle nearer to his hole he knew he was dangerously close to fully opening up to total lust. As the third finger entered his well plied hole, he gave himself over to total lust. "OH Fuck me, man! Do it. I wanna feel that hot cock of yours in me, now."
Methos smiled laciviously, and removed his fingered. He positioned himself between Joe's spread legs and rubbed the tip of his hot cock against his begging hole. "Tell me how much you want it," He said.
"Please, don't tease me," Joe begged, as he felt Methos cock rubbing against his hole but not entering. "Please, fuck me with that immortal cock sabre of yours."
Methos thrust forward just enough to slip the tip of his cock into Joe's waiting hole. He paused, and then slowly thrust forward in a steady rocking motion. In, out, in, out, each thrust inward taking him a bit further.
"Fuck me. All the way," Joe begged.
Methos thrust forward until hie felt his balls resting against Joe's ass.
Then he started moving faster, thrusting faster, pumping into Joe's ass with the force of lust he'd only felt once or twice in his expanded lifetime. He pumped forward, gripping Joe's stiff cock as he thrust his hips forward.
"That's it, jerk me off, man," Joe half moaned. "Shoot that hot load in my ass and maked me cum."
Methos felt his balls constrict, and then gave himself over to the lust he'd been holding back for centuries. He thrust forward, and shot his load. As he did so, he withdrew from Joe's ass and hungrily dove on Joe's skyward reaching cock, taking the shaft into his mouth and sucking it until he could feel the cum boiling in Joe's balls.
Joe thrust upward into Methos mouth and shot a creamy load of cum down the immortal's throat. "OH YES!" he shouted. "Yes, yes, yes."
Methos released Joe's cock from his mouth, cum dripping down his chin, and looked up first at Joe and then turning quickly.
The sound of applause startled Joe, and he too looked up.
"Very good performance," Richie Ryan said. "You were so into it you didn't even feel me come into the room. I could've taken you head before you finished giving head."
"I--I can explain," Joe stammered.
Richie smiled and took off his jacket. He closed the door behind him, and walked over to Methos. He reached out and wiped some of Joe's cum off Methos chin and licked it off his finger. "There's nothing to explain," he said, pulling his white t-shirt over his head, revealing his smooth bare chest. "Two of the hottest men I know are enjoying each other to the fullest, and now I'm gonna join them, if they'll let me."
Methos looked at Joe and smiled. "Whaddya think Joe?"
Methos & Dawson & Richie: Highlander Pt 4 by R.A. Swain
Dawson looked up at Richie's firm chest from his position on the floor. He felt Methos absentmindly tugging on his semi hard cock and knew that he wanted to fuck both Richie and Methos more than he wanted anything else on earth. "I want him to join us, Methos. I want a hot young immortal ass to munch on."
Methos looked up at Richie, who was already removing his jeans, having kicked his sneakers off after stripping off his t-shirt. He soon stood naked, except for his sweat socks; his 7" hard cock curving upward toward his belly. Methos reached up and stroked the downy blond hair on Richie's balls.
Richie shuddered and knelt between Methos and Joe. "Guys, this is my first time. And I'd kinda like to try to suck you both off at the same time. I think it would be so cool to have both your cocks in my mouth at the same time."
Methos stood up and helped Joe to his feet. "Whaddy say, Joe, wanna have a sword fight in Richie's mouth?"
Their dicks were both pointing at Richie's face. He reached out and grabbed them, stroking each one tenderly.
"You ever go down on MacCloud's sword?" Methos asked, as Richie's hand caressed his balls.
Richie looked up. "No! Mac's like a big brother type."
"Well, what am I?" Methos asked.
"A really sexy big brother whose cock is gonna be in my mouth in a second," Richie replied.
"And me?" Joe asked, a smile on his lips.
"You've got the commanding father image," Richie said. "A sexy father who I hope will fuck me after I suck his hot cock."
Joe reached his hand dow to Richie's head and guided his cock into Richie's mouth. "Anything you want, son," he said. He leaned forward as Richie's tongue ran the length of his shaft to Joe's balls, and Methos lips met his and entered into a lingering tongue wrestling match.
Richie struggled to get all of Joe's thick, hot cock into his mouth and then turned his attentions to Methos. He'd done a bit of cock sucking when he was a street kid, but never with two hot guys like these, and he wanted to please them both. He leaned back slightly and took the tips of both mens cocks into his mouth at one time. Both Joe and Methos could feel the chill of desire run up their spines. Richie had a talent.
They soon broke their prolonged kiss. "I want me some immortal ass," Joe said, looking down at Richie who had managed to get both long hot cocks into his mouth at the same time.
Richie released their cocks, as Joe got down on his knees and positioned Richie on all fours. "Suck that long cock while I lube you up and get you ready for my dick," he ordered.
Richie shivered slightly. Having Joe order him around gave him a stiffening in his sword like none he'd ever known. He felt Joe's fingers exploring his hot virginal hole. Yes, he'd managed to remain an anal virgin, even out on the streets. This was a new rush for him, and it was better than any other sex he'd had or fantasized about having. He moaned, his mouth full of Methos cock, and then he felt the lubed up cock slipping into his virgin hole.
Methos held his head still while he bit down slightly, but remembered what he was doing and quickly stopped before castrating his friend. He controlled the desire to bite by cocentrating on the desire to suck, and to feel Methos cock in the back of his throat.
Joe began to pump faster into Richie's hot young ass. He looked up at the expression of esctasy on Methos face. He wanted some of that ass too. "Hey, Methos, why don't you take Richie's place right now. I'd like to feel my cock buried in your ass, and I'm sure Richie would love to feel an expert blowjob being preformed on him.
Methos reluctantly withdrew his cock from Richie's mouth and switched positions with Richie, pausing to kiss his chest on the way down to his beautiful slightly hairy cock. "Oh yes!" He said, as Joe slowly entered his waiting ass.
"Richie stepped forward and pressed his skyward prong into Methos mouth. Getting a blowjob from this guy was fantastic in itself, but double fucking him with hot Joe Dawson at the same time was incredible.
Joe slammed his cock into Methos, enjoying the feeling of their balls slapping together with each thrust. In a few more seconds he was withdrawing and shooting a hot load across Methos ass. Richie Moaned at the sight of Joe's hot cum and shot his own load down Methos throat.
Richie slid down into Methos arms, and joined him and Joe on the floor. "Oh god, you guys are great."
Joe looked at Methos hot cock still pointing up in the air. "I think we own Methos a little relief," he said.
Richie smiled and he and Joe began their descent down the third man's smooth chest, licking and kissing until they reached the hot cock. Richie laughed a bit as Joe's beard tickled him when their tongues began wrestling for position on his sweet meat. They shared the rod until Methos shot a long hot load up his chest. Richie licked it up and Joe finished milking the last drops from Methos cock.
Methos pulled Richie's mouth to his and pressed his lips against Richie's, tasting his own cum. "You know, guys," he said after breaking the kiss and wrapping his arms around both naked men. "The night is young. And I'm still good for a few more rounds. Richie, how would you like me to show you a sword trick MacCloud hasn't shown you?"
Richie nodded, too spent to speak.
"Good. I think you shold sit on my cock while Joe here sucks you off. Whaddy think, Joe?"
"Sounds like a plan to me. I'm there." Joe replied positioning himself in front of Richie. He started licking Richie's sweet young cock, and watched as Richie impaled himself on Methos already lubed dick.
This was the way all sword fights should go, he thought.
Look for further adventures of immortals and mortals coupling, as well as other favorite television parodies in the future. If you have any comments e-mail me at mnhowler@aol.com