1. Deryk (2) - If Kilts Are Your Thing.......


    Date: 9/1/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Ass to mouth, Domination/submission, Extreme, Gay, Hardcore, Monster, Violence, Author: Bulge Voyeur, Rating: 25, Source: sexstories.com

    and smell of what had once been an animal shelter but which now took on a new role, as a shelter for two brothers. We collapsed into the straw in the corner. There was little else I could do in the dark, with no first aid kit. What little clothing we had on was now soaking wet and we had only my coat to cover us both but at least it was warm and dry in our shelter, albeit rather smelly! I had a bottle of water which I made him sip and I also had some chocolate in my pocket – always a good source of energy and nourishment, so I gave him that to eat. His jaw was aching from his bruising but at least it wasn’t broken. The only other remedy for exposure in these circumstances is shared bodily warmth, so I improvised a bed from the straw, peeled off his wet X-men tee-shirt and his wet socks and then removed my own clothes and laid them out to dry on the straw beside us. Now both completely naked, I hugged him closely against my warm body, spooning him from behind in the foetal position and pulling the coat over the top of us. Deryk was shivering at first but after a little while, the warmth began to build up under the coat and he settled into a gentle sleep. As the warmth built up, I started to get horny with my arms around him and my cock nestled in the cleft below his behind. I was thinking about last night and shooting my load into his inner willingness for the first time. I’m ashamed to say that, even in this moment of crisis, my juices were flowing again and my erection ...
    was slipping rather easily into the crack between his buttocks. This moment was what all my fantasies of childhood had been leading up to – although I was too young or naïve to understand them fully at the time – and now I had a real Deryk in the safety of my arms again and I wanted him. In fact, I wanted him so much that with just the slightest movement between his buttocks, I felt my orgasm building uncontrollably. Part of me didn’t want it this way; I didn’t think it was “right” while Deryk was in such a weakened state. But I didn’t enter him though; I couldn’t – I shouldn’t – do that; not here, not now. Even so, my orgasm was still rising in my balls until, inevitably, I knew the battle was lost. My cum rose mercilessly through my loins and erupted from my erection in a number of gentle throbs, as my fluids filled the crack of his buttocks and I cradled his body before me, hugging him and kissing the back of his neck. At last I fell asleep. The weather must have cleared during the night because I awoke to a shaft of moonlight through the gap in the old barn door. And against this light, I saw a shadow, the outline at least, of Deryk, on his knees astride my body. “You seem to have recovered alright,” I ventured, in the half-light. He seemed to growl in response but then he said gruffly, “You’ve had what you wanted; now it’s my turn,” and he just grabbed my legs and threw my feet above his shoulders, hoisting me off our bed of straw. Before I knew it, I felt the familiar ...