“Very well.” Sebastian chuckled, “If I am to be first I need to take care of my ablutions and then I need a good stiff… Brandy!”
When Sebastian emerged from the bathroom he strode, unselfconsciously naked toward the nightstand where he had left his vial of clove oil—and where I had placed a large tumbler of Brandy. I stood by the hearth for warmth, tugging to keep my prick hard for the endeavor we had agreed upon. I had not buggered a man since I was a comely youth myself and I worried nerves would get the better of me and make my stand wither. But my God! Sebastian was a lovely sight and watching him stride across the room so unabashed at his nudity gave new vigor to my prodigious engine. Sebastian was an exceptional figure of a man, athletic hard muscle on a wiry frame as if an athlete from the Parthenon Marbles had come to life. He tossed back the Brandy then opened the vial and poured a few drops of oil onto his fingertips. Then Sebastian turned from me, leaned a hand on the floral papered wall, pushed his pale bottom out, inserted the oiled fingers between his fleshy buttocks, and then he pushed them inside his body. I near spent in my hand at the sight as fingers penetrated his flesh and sound of the low moan emanated from his throat.
I was too overwhelmed with emotion the first time we tumbled to notice that there were light sliver lines either side of Sebastian’s shoulder blades. I could only guess at how he had received those scars. The lines appeared years old and reminded me of a photograph I had seen of self-flagellation. The practice was used by deeply devout men and I wondered if he was punished by another hand, or if the lashes were self-inflicted. I knew, like me, he had once felt intensely ashamed of his desire to lay with men.
Sebastian removed his fingers and turned to look at me, my cock standing pink and proud and so damnably hard.
“Goodness, dear heart, you do mean to break me?” He grinned rapaciously at my ruddy stand. I gave a nervous chuckle and watched as he then crawled onto the bed and lowered his head to the mattress in supplication, his firm, round pale bottom in the air.
“You are…quite exceptional, lovely, so lovely!” I heard the tremble of awe in my voice. I was very keen to explore his flesh, to kiss, lick, suck, and make the most of our fleeting time together, but seeing him displayed so wantonly and clearly eager for a fucking, I reached for the oil of olive and with shaking hands made my staff into a glistening rod.
I stepped up behind Sebastian and ran my trembling hands up his scarred back and down his flanks to his buttocks. Having permission to touch his soft, warm flesh was a gift I did not believe I deserved, and yet no matter how unworthy, here we were in a private room at my club, pious Benedict Hannan with his criminal lover presenting his arse for a fucking.
I allowed my animalistic, bestial urges to overtake me, just like they had done with Euan. I needed to plunge into the molten heat of Sebastian’s backside and feel his body convulse around my prick. I needed to feel the tension in his muscles as they massaged my member, milking me for every drop of precious seed I possessed.
“You are a lovely sight, quite lovely”, I praised again, awe and adoration making my voice shaky. I could not quite believe this was going to happen. I moved closer and pushed the head of my stiff sinew at his opening. The hole was tight and puckered.
“Relax,” I suggested uncertainly. I nudged at his entrance again, and again.
“I…I cannot get it in!” I admitted regretfully. Sebastian snickered and I felt acutely embarrassed. This was a mistake and I was making a fool of myself. I was about to step back but Sebastian turned and caught my eye, giving me such a look of lust my knees weakened, then he took my prick in hand, stroked the silken sheath over the head several times to make me rock hard, and inserted my manhood into his body. Easing back he impaled himself, allowing me past the tight ring of muscles at his entrance. The sweet and exquisite wave of pleasure as his arse yielded near floored me and made my knees tremble once more. I gripped his hips to steady myself. There was a distinctly new—and not unpleasant tingle at the tip of my prick, which I deduced was from the clove oil he applied to his fundament. Sebastian eased back again and his body permitted me to slip deeper and deeper inside. Now, this… this was surely what being closer to God felt like? How could such delicious pleasure be wrong? As my manhood pulsed inside my lover in glorious union, I decided that this was what I had been missing, the coming together of flesh inside flesh, for in my heart and soul, I understood I was no longer alone.
My thoughts became a maelstrom of lust and desire, my fingers gripping my lover’s slender hips…guiding, guiding, ever so slowly at first as I pushed inside and drew out. Then picking up the pace with deeper, harder thrusts, the beast I kept hidden was taking over. Sebastian panted encouragement and pushed back to greet my thrusts and this gave me the confidence to let the beast out. Part of me wanted to punish him for making me desire him so, for making me stray from my Godly path, but the deep hard thrusts I offered appeared to be no punishment at all. From
