twenty-nine #2
“Not here, because this beach is nothing but stones and boulders, and even then you get sand everywhere you don’t want it. Plus, you’d never forgive me for all the bruises. I have a better idea.”
At the end of the beach, Ramon led Davey into the shadows of the cliff, keeping a firm hold of his hand.
“Feel here…. There’s steps, and a chain to hold onto.”
Davey discovered a rough staircase carved into the rock wall, and a heavy chain attached to the cliff face, by which he could pull himself up.
“I can’t see a thing. You know what you’re doing here?”
“It’s just this bit that’s difficult. I’ve got you. Here.”
And at the top of the steps, they were on a path cut in the rock, the moon showing their way once more.
This led to more steps, but these were broad and easy to see in the moonlight.
At the top, they came to a round stone pagoda built out on the tip of the promontory to look out over the bay.
Its open dome was supported on six slender columns.
Carved seats lined the low walls, while a round stone table dominated the center.
“Wow, what is this place?”
“It’s a folly, built back in the late nineteenth century by the local lord.”
“It’s total magic, like something out of a fantasy—a sea god’s palace.”
“Our palace tonight.”
Waves lapped at the rock around them on three sides, while above, the full moon sent its broad bright trail across the quiet water straight to where they stood.
“This is beautiful.”
“You are beautiful.”
“And you.”
They came together and kissed, but now with more urgency.
Davey reached for Ramon’s shirt, pulling it roughly off over his head, never letting his lips leave Ramon’s until the last possible moment, and then clamping them back, his tongue pushing between his lips earnestly.
He tugged off his own tee-shirt, throwing it onto the stone table alongside Ramon’s.
Then their bodies crashed together like breakers against the sand.
Ramon’s powerful arms were around Davey, squeezing the breath from his lungs, while Davey fought to discover every inch of Ramon’s torso, his fingers rifling up through the thick dark hair on his chest, feeling his powerful deltoids, following the contours of his shoulder blades and down his muscled back.
Ramon’s hands dropped again to Davey’s ass, cupping and massaging his buttocks urgently.
Their cocks pressed together through their jeans, straining against each other, desperate to be free.
Ramon pulled back, unbuckling his belt. Davey did the same.
“Let’s hope the girls don’t interrupt us this time,” he panted.
“If they do, this time I’m not stopping,” growled Ramon. “But don’t worry, they’ve gone back to the house.”
He kicked off his trainers, then wrenched his jeans down his thighs, before pulling them off and slinging them onto the stone table.
Davey was not far behind. They came together again in just their boxer briefs, both wearing dark colors which, in the moonlight, appeared almost the same tone.
Their bodies gleamed, lit just where contours and profiles reflected the moon’s silvery beams, Ramon’s the darker, while Davey’s skin glowed as if luminescent.
As they explored each other using hands, lips, and tongues, their limbs entwined frenetically, a passionate dance barely visible in the dark, punctuated by the soundtrack of their lovemaking: a groan, a sigh, the wet rasp of tongues on skin.
Davey ran his fingertips over Ramon’s hard muscles, delighting in his body’s muscled contours.
His fingers danced lightly downward, over pecs, abs, and hips, before he brought them forward, lightly tracing the contours of Ramon’s boxer briefs, and feeling the hard warm lump of his sex straining there like a need through the ribbed cotton.
Sinking to his knees, he brought Ramon’s bulge level with his eyes and, leaning forward, pressed his face deep into Ramon’s crotch, inhaling scents of salt, sweat, and other funkier odors, slightly repellent but also exciting.
Flipping his thumbs under the elastic waistband of his policeman’s boxer shorts, he pulled downward to free Ramon’s fully hard cock.
Ramon kicked off his underwear and stood before him naked.
For a moment David did nothing, just breathing, inhaling and adoring his partner’s excited meat.
Ramon’s balls hung heavy and tight before his face.
Then Davey opened his mouth and ran his tongue slowly up the sensitive underside of Ramon’s shaft, exhilarating in that unique warmth, the hard yet spongy blood-filled event that was there only for him, because of him.
Then delicately circling the broad head with his tongue, he took his lover deeper into his mouth.
Ramon sighed, his hands gripping Davey’s shoulders, before gently sliding up his lover’s neck to clasp his skull just below his ears and jaw, caressing his throat with his thumbs even as he pulled Davey toward and onto him, delighting in the hot wetness of his eager mouth.
“That’s what I’ve been wanting for so long,” he sighed. “Do you want that? Do you like that?”
Davey nodded, his mouth and throat full of Ramon.
Ramon clasped his hands behind Davey’s skull, pulling him gently but firmly onto his cock.
“It’s what I want too,” Ramon growled. “And more!”
As he took his lover’s cock in his mouth, Davey found himself imagining what it would be like to live with Ramon.
Make love like this every night? Wake up beside him every morning.
Smell these smells, this person, a thousand times a day and night, till they were as familiar to him as his own.
Living down here on his farm and training the horses together would be the dream, but neither of them would make much money at that, unless they went in for breeding, or training racers… and that was risky.
“Mind the teeth,” Ramon growled.
Davey’s thoughts were jogged away from his future fantasy—or reality?
—and back into the moment. He focused once more on giving his lover the perfect blowjob.
Using his tongue and throat to give Ramon the best sensations of which he was capable, he brought his mind back to the job at hand, trying to please his lover with all his skill. In answer Ramon sighed.
“Come here, Davey.”
Ramon pulled him up till he was standing, and kissed him.
Then he was leaning down, taking Davey’s cock in his mouth, as Davey looked out over the moonlit sea.
Ramon dropped to his knees and Davey rested on the stone table, his legs apart, his fingers messing in Ramon’s dark wavy hair as he enjoyed the delicious feel of Ramon’s hot mouth pleasuring him.
“I love you, Ramon.”
“What?” Ramon had taken his mouth away and looked up.
“Don’t stop, keep going.”
Davey waited until Ramon’s lips had closed over his cock again, until he was feeling the slow wet warmth of his sucking, the love he felt from Ramon’s mouth as he coaxed the pleasure from his own cock and balls.
He sighed, and it was only then, he found his voice, was able to say some of the things that had been floating around his mind.
“I think I loved you since that moment in the tack room you came to look for me. I’d run away because I wanted naught to do with those two coppers who’d just ridden into the stables.
I was going to lie low until you’d gone.
But suddenly there you were, in the doorway.
In your uniform… blue serge—always been a sucker for a uniform.
And then you said my name, and it felt as if I became yours, hearing my name on your tongue, it was like you owned me.
It scared me stupid. I’d never even done anything with another guy, and here you were…
just by saying my name, you’d taken control of me. ”
His breathing became hoarser, and with his fingers entwined in Ramon’s hair, he kept his lover’s mouth working away at him. But he could feel the pleasure rising in him. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold off. Yet it felt necessary to get this confession out there.
“After that,” he went on, “I was just running, but I knew you had me. I couldn’t fight it.
It was like… you know, like an unbroken colt…
it doesn’t understand the rope around its neck, and the harder it fights, the tighter that lasso becomes.
I… belonged to you….” He was panting as Ramon, sensing he was getting closer, increased his efforts.
“I was running… away… I tried to run away down south… to leave you, but I… I couldn’t.
I had to come back to you… I love you, Ramon, I do! ”