“And you smell good too, so masculine.”
“Enough!” I whispered in exasperation. I was discomfited by his closeness, tired and had no time for his impertinence.
“What do you want Euan? You had time at dinner and afterward to say whatever you needed to say to me.”
“Ah, Ben, don’t be such a prude. There are some things one cannot say…or do in polite society!” Euan snickered childishly as his playful fingers made their way beneath my nightshirt. I shuddered at his touch and my skin was aflame. In the darkness, it was like we were boys once again.
“There’s no sin if we do it in the dark.” Euan had fervently told me that first time he got into my bed at university and tugged me to spend in his hand. The next morning he behaved as if it had never happened. I was confused and perplexed by his behavior, but that time led to it becoming a regular routine to slake our mutual desire, and each time I protested he told me “There’s no sin if we do it in the dark”.
But then Euan wanted more, he wanted us to go further and in the light. So did I. Our secret trysts led to my invitation to Dunecht Hall for the shooting season. It was then that he taught me how satisfying giving, and receiving a good, rough buggering feels. Oh, how I’d loved it and craved it like a beast.
I lay there in the warm bed, stiff, in more ways than one. The reflection of transient moonlight bouncing off the snow sent a beam of white light through the gaps in my drapes. I turned and saw the devilish glint in Euan’s eyes for a split second before cloud covered the moon.
“Do you remember—” Euan began as he ran his fingers over my warm belly and up to my hairy chest.
“How wonderful it feels to rub our cocks together and shoot-off in each other’s mouths.”
Oh, I did remember and I did not want to. My resolve was being sorely tested. I tried to banish the thought of it from my mind, to pray those memories of stolen time wrapped in Euan’s arms away, but it had not worked. I still yearned for Euan Ardmillan today as much as I had done thirty years ago.
“I… I don’t do things like that anymore,” I insisted, fighting with my desire. His fingers passed over the silver cross, and then he took it and rubbed the smooth metal over my left nipple. I was immediately aroused and outraged that he would use the cross in such a blasphemous way, but then he sucked and bit at the other nipple through my nightshirt while using the silver cross to tease. My whole body erupted with repressed need and my hips pushed involuntarily up off the bed. I let out an animalistic groan of desire. I wish I could have stopped the sounds ejaculating from my mouth but I could not. Euan was incorrigible and he knew how to pull my strings. I hoped that the guests on either side were dead asleep, or if not, believed it was a moan from the gale outside.
It would be proper to request that Euan should cease his ministrations but I could not find the words to command him to stop. So I lay there with my eyes tightly closed telling myself there was no sin in the dark, allowing his clever fingers and devilish lips to play my body as if I were a piano and he a virtuoso.
“Oh Ben! You are still so adorably responsive.” Euan delighted. “See how your cock stands for me with just the lightest brush of my fingers,” He said pushing back the eiderdown. “Come now. Open your eyes and look at it in the moonlight. It’s so beautiful.”
I was equally aroused and revolted with how easily Euan could toy with me. I did not want to open my eyes and see proof of how he affected my body. I told myself I did not want this, but my flesh betrayed, sending a flood of heat and sensation to my prick.
“I’m rather jealous actually,” Euan admitted. “My cock has not made such a ruddy stand in some time.”
I was stunned by Euan’s admission of a lack of virility for he was a man of great appetites, and of course, one’s stand is what makes a man a man. I wanted to enquire further but then he shuffled under the covers and snuck between my splayed thighs. He pushed my silken foreskin back to expose the sensitive head of my member and then ran his whiskered chin from root to tip. The sensation was overwhelming. I bit my lip and gripped the sheets and again my hips pushed forward. Euan snickered to himself in satisfaction and then placed my engorgement between his warm lips and as he eased my slick sheath up and down he sucked me into his throat.
I murmured a Hail Mary under my breath as my treacherous fingers untangled from the bed sheet and instead tangled in Euan’s silver hair so I could hold his head in place. I remembered Euan’s pleasures and understood he would not be satisfied until my spend coated the back of his throat. He craved the taste of me as desperately as any opium addict craved oblivion in the smoke. And so I closed my eyes and gave him what he wanted. I pushed up between his warm, wet lips in slow steady strokes, letting him lick, suck, and enjoy the shape of the large intrusion in his mouth. Euan moaned with satisfaction. I lost the ability of cogent thought as I was overtaken by unholy lust, and desire
