Happy Labor Day, my friends! I hope you all are having a fantastically safe holiday weekend. Many thanks are extended to all workers for their economic and social contributions.
I know you are probably extremely busy with your family; so, I will keep the intro short and sweet. Be safe and don't forget to check out my fellow orgiasts' blogs for the week. You'll be glad you did.
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Okay. Whew! Moving right along. This week's Story Orgy prompt is based on a fabulous picture selected by SO's master of illustrations, Jade Basier. Just look at that hunk o' manly lovin' (with huge wood I might add). Yowser! Sit back and enjoy my story as the picture inspired me and my boys to finally work out some tension.
On your mark…
Get set…
GO!
Man Meet part six
Oscar rolled over, looping one arm under his pillow. Caught somewhere between reality and dreaming, he extended his arm, searching for the warmth he craved. But it wasn't there. Oscar felt his blood run cold. Icy emotion crawled over his skin as his dread chased away the passion from beneath the covers that once soothed him.
I hope he's not mad about my outburst. Or his teapot. Or his mother. Oscar buried his head into the pillow. Scenes from the night before played over and over again in his mind. He should not have let the mention of Sergio's name steal his happiness. Besides, Sergio had done nothing wrong. Except act like a dickhead. Oh, what have I done? I've never been a drama queen before now.
Oscar raised his head and looked around the room, listening to the buzzing and grinding noises drifting through the walls. What in the world? Oscar rolled out of bed and grabbed a towel from the chair next to the nightstand. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he headed down the hall. Oscar stopped and held his ear to the garage door.
He secured the towel with an extra roll and tuck of a corner. Slowly turning the knob then giving it a small push, Oscar eased the door open just a bit, barely enough to see inside. The smell of sawdust was intoxicating, but not as captivating as the view. Elias's deep copper skin glistened and sweat trickled through the furrows of his rippling abs, dissecting his stomach into a framework of rigid muscles.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! He's even sexier than I remember. Something about power tools, sweat, and sawdust sent Oscar over the edge. He released the knob and nudged the door open wider. "Don't just stand there, Handsome." Elias took his safety glasses off and laid them on the table saw. "The house will get all hot and dusty. Close the door."
Oscar closed the door, but he didn't enter the workshop. He stayed in the hallway, shaking his head. Why am I so nervous? Is this what love is? "Oscar. Dammit. Oscar! Come back!"
The muffled shout from inside only fueled Oscar's angst. Fighting his unease, Oscar opened the door and entered, avoiding eye contact with Elias. He quickly turned to the door and closed it, taking far too long to make sure it was done properly.
"Oscar? What's wrong, Sweetie? Why are you acting like a puppy who chewed up my slipper?"
The shuffling feet and nearness of Elias's voice told Oscar how close Elias had moved in just a few moments. Now Elias was a mere few feet behind him. Oscar turned, pressing his back to the door. And there he was. The man Oscar fell head over heels for was an inch from his face.
Oh God. Now I remember why I fell in love—
One second Oscar stood afraid, the next he was tongue deep in a passionate kiss from Elias. In that single moment, Oscar's dilemma disappeared. The earthy scent of sawdust joined forces with Elias's natural masculine spice to create a perfect concoction. The fragrance teased Oscar's senses, caused his cock to wrestle with the cumbersome fabric which lay so heavily against it.
"Words are useless at a time like this. Make love to me, Oscar." The words rang true in Oscar's heart. The breathy whispers raised bumps along his skin.
Oscar lightly traced Elias's lips with his tongue then chuckled. "You're right. Why talk?" He dropped a hand to Oscar's towel and gave it a hard tug.
It disappeared and Oscar frankly didn't care where it went. It was Elias's towel, after all.
Autopilot engaged when Elias's blue jeans brushed against the tender ridge around the head of Oscar's cock. The warm humid air joined Oscar's rising temperature to form a layer of moisture on his skin and the cooling sensation guided him right to Elias's chest, tasting his salty sweat. Tweaking a nipple with one hand, Oscar flicked his tongue and sucked on the other. Oscar blew softly, watching the soft skin contract to a stiffened nub before he moved to the one being worked between his fingers.
"Oh, sweet Oscar. You do have a magic touch." Elias's words rolled on the heavy air, a sign that Oscar was pleasing his man.
Oscar worked his way down Elias's ripped abs, leaving a trail of saliva from one nipple to the navel.
"Mmmm…that's nice." Elias's breathy approval reminded Oscar of his own simple pleasures.
Oscar's sweat cooled with the air, strengthening his understanding of Elias's satisfaction. You think that's nice, just wait. He twisted and twirled his tongue in and around the small rounded hollow of Elias's stomach, smoothing out the hair trailing up from the briefs peeking through the flaps of his unfastened pants.
Sliding further down the door, Oscar tugged at the waistband of the briefs with his teeth as his hands worked the pants over Elias's plump ass and down his legs.
"Damn. Holy fuck, babe." Elias's inflection went from high to low. "We've got to get this show on the road. I need you now."
Elias hooked one arm under Oscar's, pulling him up to his feet. Elias stepped out of his pants and toed them to the side as he squirmed out of his briefs.
With heated passion Oscar pressed into Elias, meshing his sweaty skin with his lover's.
"Oh. My. God. Come on, baby. There's no stopping us this time." Elias locked his lips with Oscar's and turned them around.
Oscar walked backwards. His eyes closed he breathed in the very life Elias gave him. One breath. One step at a time.
"You're going to fuck me. Hard." Elias spun on his heels to the work bench beside them. "I've been up since five. Out here thinking about you."
"But, don't you want to fuck m—"
"Shhhh. No need to talk, remember?" Elias lifted the seat of a wooden workbench. "This is all we need."
Oscar watched as Elias's hand disappeared into the nook of the bench. As his hand re-emerged holding a bottle of lube, Elias's tone was direct, firm. "I like it good and hard."
Oscar was prepared to be on the receiving end, but at this point he really didn't care. His hard on ached for attention and was ready to give Elias exactly what he asked for. A hard fuck.
Oscar has always believed in the Golden Rule and now was his chance to shine. I'm gonna do what I would want done to me.
"Turn around, put your knees on the bench." Elias grabbed some shop towels from the nearby table saw and tossed them to Oscar. "We don't want to hurt those pretty knees of yours."
Elias took his place on the bench, knees planted in the seat and overlooking his workshop. "Show me what you're made of, Babe. It's a new day and I need you in every w–"
Smack!
Oscar's hand struck across Elias's left ass cheek with a wallop, drawing a whimper from his lover. Without a slightest pause, Oscar gave the other ass cheek the same.
Whack!
"Oh yes. What a beautiful ass! Remind me again why I haven't had it yet." Elias massaged the red handprints he'd made.
"We decided not to–"
Smack!
"No words, remember?" Oscar's fingers buried deep into tissue of the soft globes in front of him. Rubbing each one, kneading Elias's ass like bread dough.
"Oh…God yes!" Elias stifled his moan with a bite to his finger.
I could get used to this. Oscar's fondness for Elias fused with the built up tension from the night before.
"You said you're ready? Let's see." Oscar turned the bottle of lube up, dribbling the contents into the crack of Elias's beautiful red ass. Hooking his between Elias's legs, Oscar cupped the low hang balls and tenderly rolled them around. His thumb worked circles around Elias's asshole.
"Fuck…fuck…yeah, babe." Elias's moans grew louder.
"Are you talking again? What did we say about that?" Oscar pressed his slick thumb into Elias's puckered ass, gently working his balls.
The garage filled with Elias's whimpers and moans as Oscar worked his thumb in and out of the tight ass. Kneading and biting the red-hot ass cheek closest to his face, drawing louder groans from his demanding partner.
"Fuck me. Yes!"
With another bite to Elias's ass cheek, Oscar straightened up and leaned into Elias. Rocking to and fro, Oscar coated his prick with the lube in Elias's ass crack. Oscar slipped is cock back and forth, teasing the wanting hole. With each passing, Elias's asshole twitched. Oscar pressed harder and harder until he felt the ring of muscle stretch around the mushroomed head of his cock.
"Holy fuck! God." Elias's cry of pleasure echoed off the concrete floor and sheetrock walls. Elias reached out in front of him and gripped a stalk of 4X4 timber.
"That's right. You'll want to hang on now." With a solid thrust, Oscar plowed his dick in to the hilt. "Oh fuck yeah. That's nice, such a sweet ass."
"Ungh! Oh. Damn." Elias's voice choppy, his words labored.
Oscar worked in and out, pistoning his throbbing cock with a steady driving force. "Is this what you wanted? Am I doing it the way you like?" Oscar's tone stern, challenging.
"Yes. This is exactly what I needed. Give me the lube. I can't last long like this." Elias reached back with one hand for the bottle.
Oscar slowed his strokes. "Here. Cup your hand. You'll need to keep holding on with the other." He flicked the cap open, drizzled lube into the palm of Elias's hand, and flicked the cap closed. After tossing the bottle to the side, Oscar latched onto Elias's hips with both hands and shoved his cock all the way in again.
"Here we go, sweetheart." Oscar's rhythm gradually quickened, his balls slapping Elias's ass with each stroke. Riding his ass like a mechanical bull, Oscar stroked fast then slow, hard then easy, grinding from side to side, long stroke to slow stroke.
"Hard, Baby. Hard. I'm gonna come!" Elias lowered his head, revealing white knuckles on the one hand that gripped the back of the bench.
Elias's ass muscles clenched Oscar's cock with tremendous strength. Oscar moaned and bit his lip trying to hold out, but it was no use. He was too close to the edge.
Elias raised his head. "I'm coming!"
Oscar pounded Elias ass hard and steady. "Such a sweet ass. I'm coming too!" Oscar slowly worked his cock in and out, letting Elias's tightened muscles drain his oversensitive dick.
"Damn, Babe. You just rocked my world." Elias rested his head in the fold of his arm, propped on the back of the bench.
Oscar melted into Elias's sweaty back as Oscar's upper body folded with exhaustion. But he did muster up enough energy to say one thing.
"Ready for a swim?"
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Whew! Working with all that wood is hard work, huh? I hope you enjoyed the story and continue to have a safe holiday weekend. Now, let's check out those other SO members and see what they've been up to. C'mon, you know the drill. Follow me…
Yeppers ... that's exactly what I needed to start my day! YUMMY! Now to put some ice cubes in my coffee and recuperate ... *winks*
ReplyDeleteWoot!! Exactly what those boys needed!! *grin*
ReplyDeleteGoing back to shower again... wow...
ReplyDeleteWhew, I need a swim now too!
ReplyDeleteWhew is right *fans hand in front of face* Day-um! LOL Thanks!
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