Monday, May 9, 2011

Story Orgy Monday - Nurturing Needs

Hello, Story Orgy enthusiasts. Welcome to another fantastic Story Orgy Monday. Did you have great Mother’s Day weekend? I must admit, I was a bit nurturing to my needs *grin*.

Last week I tried something new for me. Yeah, my story was short and sweet. Well, guess what. I have another one for your reading pleasure.

This week's prompt includes a nurse, motel room, and moped. With that said, it's time for Nurturing Needs. To get you kick-started, let your eyes fall to the illustration that our image specialist, Jade Basier, came up with. It sure nurtures my needs. How about yours?



Nurturing Needs

“Two o’clock? I’ll be there with bells on.” Brendan beamed while disconnecting the receiver.

“What could you possibly be up to this time, Mr. Flanagan?” Brendan’s thoughts were interrupted.

“Ha! Whatever is that supposed to mean, Ms. Goldman?” Unable to mask his anticipation, Brendan turned to greet his patient with a wide grin.

“Mmm-hmm. I know that look all too well. What’s his name, dear?” Ms. Goldman carefully maneuvered her wheelchair up to her usual spot at the dining table.

Brendan leered at the ceiling. “You know me quite well, Mary. His name is Martin Adwell. And he’s absolutely dreamy.” Brendan’s hand waved between them. “A blue-eyed blonde, tall and lean. The perfect fencer’s body.”

Mary eyed her live-in nurse up and down. “Don’t hurt him, Mister.”

“Hey! I’ll have you know that this stocky Irish build suits my British pal just fine, thank you very much.” Brendan flipped his brown curly hair as he struck a pose, flashing his green eyes so they captured the sunshine that trickled through the breakfast nook window.

“It’s your story, my dear.” Mary smiled. “So, when do I get to meet Mr. Wonderful?”

“Not today.” Brendan shook his finger and pursed his lips. “I’m meeting him at his motel room. And, he said he has a surprise for me.”

“Wait a minute.” Mary’s brows entwined and her head tilted. “Where exactly is this motel? Are you taking your moped? Or, are you taking my van?”

“I was just going to take my moped, Mary. It’s only a few miles from here.”

“Alright, dear; however, you can take my van if you want. That way you can pick up groceries on your way back home.” Mary nodded and pointed. “The keys are on the counter.”

What a great idea. Thinking, Brendan’s finger tapped his chin.

Mary wheeled around to peer out the window. “Will you be able to pick up my prescriptions also?”

“You got it, Ms. Goldman. Right after I water the flower bed I plan on leaving. Is there anything else you would like before I get on with the day?” Brendan glanced at the clock on the wall.

Knowingly, Mary grinned. “No, dear. Just be careful, will ya?”

****

Keeping time with the beat, Brendan’s fingers danced along the steering wheel as he smiled behind stylish shades and sang along with the radio. Within fifteen minutes, he rounded a corner and could see the sign that depicted his destination.

Leading Light Motel.

Brendan glanced at his watch and realized he was early; so, he flipped open his cell and activated autodial. “Martin Adwell.”

Ring. Ring.

“Hey, handsome. Come to room 216.” Martin answered.

Brendan looked up and saw Martin waving in the window. He’s something else. Brendan thought as he climbed out of the van and headed up the stairs. “Peek-a-boo.” Brendan pushed at the partially-opened door.

Martin met him at the door with a wet kiss and warm welcome. “Hey, sexy. Come on in and get comfy, will ya?”  Martin tipped his head in a half-curtsy attempt and motioned Brendan into the room.

Two steps into the room, Brendan found himself examining one of the finest specimens he’d ever seen.

A neatly-trimmed, black-haired, blue-eyed man danced his way from the bathroom and pushed Brendan back onto the bed. He commenced to stripping Brendan of his clothing and peered into his eyes. “I’m Turbo, your personal entertainer.”

Martin walked up to the edge of the bed, already naked. He swiveled his hips and flashed a mischievous smile as his cock slapped his thighs to the left, and the right. “Surprise, handsome.”

Brendan’s eyes closed as his mind drifted to a time when he’d shared his inner-most thoughts. I want you to fuck my throat while another man fucks my ass.

“You thought I’d forgotten, didn’t you?” The sound of Martin’s voice brought Brendan back to the present.

“I’m here to make your dreams come true.” Turbo teased as he lifted Brendan’s legs.

Martin fingered Brendan’s hole, scissoring inside him, stretching him. Brendan grunted at the haste but wouldn’t tell him to slow down even if he could.  

“Suck my cock, babe.” Martin straddled Brendan’s head, slid his prick into Brendan’s mouth, and took Turbo’s thick prick into his own.
A faint pop filtered through Brendan’s haze when Martin pulled away from Turbo. “Fuck him good and hard.” Martin’s voice demanded.

Brendan moaned as his throat stretched around Martin’s thick cock and Turbo’s massive thrust pushed deep into his bowels.

Turbo pistoned his hips, each stroke making Brendan writhe with pleasure. The dancer’s grip tightened on Brendan’s hips and heat filled Brendan’s ass as Turbo came, his back arching as he cried out. The small bite of pain tipped Brendan over the edge and Brendan splattered his belly with semen, he sucked Martin’s cock even deeper into his throat.

Martin’s hips froze as he shot cum deep into Brendan’s throat. Gasping for breath, he grinned at Brendan from between their bodies. “Happy birthday, baby.”     
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Now, feel free to go about your business. Nurture any needs you feel necessary. I wonder what the other Story Orgiasts came up with for their prompts this week. C'mon, follow me on over to their blog rooms and we can find out together. 

4 comments:

  1. that was a nice story straight down to business ; P great writing James

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  2. Straight to the point! Awesome work!

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  3. I do love a good smex scene! These boys are smokin' hot!

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  4. Well, damn, you didn't waste anytime with 'em did ya? hehe =)

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