Roy & Drake

17.

Kenta drove to his house outside the city. There were open fields here; farms, and nature. It was quite close to the place where they had their little picnic. Sander recognised the route from their trips and from his research on the internet.
The house looked just like the photo he had seen; small, white and cosy with a little garden full of trees and flowers. He fell in love immediately.

The car had to park on a driveway next to the house. As Kenta turned the corner, he hit the brakes abruptly. Another car was parked, a much larger one. Sander heard him curse under his breath.

“Company...? Did you forget an appointment with someone?” It was an expensive car, he saw. The one executives would drive. The man stepping out was tall, slender, with dark hair and an authoritative air, wearing a tailor-made suit. “Wow... Who’s that,” Sander blinked. “Your accountant?”

“My ex,” Kenta said with a low, annoyed tone of voice. “What the fuck is he doing here...”

“Kenta,” the man smiled sugary sweet at their approach. He glanced at Sander. “I see you’re babysitting the neighbour’s kid. I won’t be long.”

Sander thought he’d heard wrong, and he blinked for a moment. “The neighbour’s kid?” he repeated quietly, looking at Kenta and at the man.

Kenta pinched his nose bone. “I’m not babysitting. Tell me what you’re doing here so we can get on.”

“Actually, I wanted to invite you for dinner tonight. Your phone is shut off and you don’t answer my emails, so I came by in person. I hope you understand I’m busy. It’s very unpleasant to make the time to visit your...” he looked at the house, “...cottage.”

“Dinner?” Kenta and Sander said in one voice, Kenta appalled, and Sander laughing.

“Sybrand,” Kenta continued, with restraining anger, “you’ve got nerves, visiting me here with such a request. I changed my phone number and email address, so there’s a reason why you couldn’t reach me. And why would you want to have dinner with me? It’s been years since you cheated on me. I broke up with you ages ago!”

“I didn’t cheat on you,” Sybrand said slowly, as if he’d said it a thousand times before. “It was nothing. Just a kid, like that one,” he waved with a hand in Sander’s direction. “Surely you understand it wasn’t serious at all.”

Kenta made a snorting sound. Sander gaped at the man. “Perhaps I should tell you that I’m not a kid,” Sander said. He took a step closer to Kenta. “I don’t need a babysitter. I love Kenta. He’s mine.”

“Oh, please...” Sybrand laughed haughtily, again waving his hand. “Go back to your toys, child.”

“My toys? You mean my dildos?” Sander grinned, looking back hard. He never had dildos, but he didn’t have to tell that, of course. “I don’t need them, do I... I’ve got a gorgeous and beautiful man to make love with. Shame you let him go, hm? I bet you discovered it’s bloody hard to find a dedicated man as beautiful as Kenta.”

Kenta knew he had to stop Sander, but he didn’t interfere. He liked the way his younger lover talked back to his ex. With a pleased little smile, he leaned against the hood of his Mini, watching things develop.

“I don’t have to tell you about my sexual encounters,” Sybrand sputtered. “I--”

“I’m not just talking about sex, Sybrand my dear... I’m talking about love and devotion. A man, a husband, looking after you and waiting for you every evening. I’m talking about waking up in the morning, finding a lover next to you. Having breakfast together, go to work and receive tokens of affection the whole day. I bet you missed it to look forward to the evenings at home. You discovered that sex with a kid like me wasn’t everything... You dumped him, didn’t you? And now you’ve found that your rejected lover isn’t waiting for you to come back, no matter how you crawl in the dust for him.”

Both men stared at Sander as he spoke. Kenta looked utterly delighted, and Sybrand’s lips were a thin stripe.

“You’ve lost,” Sander concluded laconic. “Go away. Kenta is my husband, not yours. Shoo.”

“You’re a child! What do you know about love?”

“I’m a bunny, yes...” Sander walked up to Sybrand. The man was a head taller. “I’m Kenta’s love-bunny. I make him happy. And I’m very determined to keep making him happy for years to come. Now get that ugly car away from this drive-way and get lost. Go find yourself another man to annoy.”

“Or else?” Sybrand snapped, parting his feet and putting his fists on his hips to make himself even bigger.

It was an opportunity Sander couldn’t let pass by. He kicked up with his knee, hitting the man full on his balls. Above the scream, he chuckled. “Or else I’ll kick you,” he said sweetly, stepping back as the man sank on his knees.
“Come on, Kenta. Let’s get inside. I’m sure he’ll leave as soon as he swallows back his nuts.”

“Sander...” Kenta said lovingly. “You’re my hero...” He pulled him close to give a deep kiss. “Let’s get inside, yes. I want to hear more about what you said just now.”

They didn’t wait for Sybrand to get up and leave. Kenta closed the door behind them, locking out all hostility and negativity. Inside it was fresh and cool. It scented of fresh flowers. The sun was setting, shining gold light through the small windows. Sander drank in the atmosphere, and knew he was going to love this place.

“We can have dinner in the garden, if you like...”

“I would love to! What a sweet little garden... You have gnomes!”

“Yes,” Kenta laughed a bit shyly. “Everybody hates gnomes, so I figured I should give a few a good home.” He opened the narrow doors, leading to the stone porch. Everything seemed miniature, even the table and chairs. Sander had never seen such a cute house and garden.

It was surrounded by high trees and thick bushes, blocking view from all angles. As it was a wonderful warm evening, Sander kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks and top, and opened his pants. “Shorts are okay?” he asked before he pulled down his pants.

“You can be stark naked,” Kenta said with an admiring smile. “All you need here are your tattoos...”

“They’re permanent, as you know.” Sander happily sat down, wearing nothing but his shorts. He accepted the beer Kenta offered. “Cheers...”

“Cheers... nut-kicking bunny.”

“Heh! Yeah. You didn’t try to stop me at all, did you!”

“Of course not. I loved how you talked about love. You and I have the same sentiment about it. I can’t believe he just showed up, thinking I’d go out with him again...”

“Mm.” Sander sipped his beer. “I’m done talking about that ex of yours. I love your home! Can I spend some time here from now on, you think?”

“I’m going to give you the key.” Kenta was more than willing to drop the subject, as Sander requested. “You can come and go whenever you feel like it. I wouldn’t mind to wake up next to you, at all.”

As Sander and Kenta had a romantic evening, talking about everything love could offer, Kevin and Adam had a conversation in their own way. Basically, that meant Kevin couldn’t speak at all, and Adam shouted at him.

The walls were thick. Their neighbour wouldn’t hear them. In that knowledge, neither tried to keep it down.

Kevin’s eyelids trembled as Adam smacked him, but he wasn’t crying. He was naked, arms and legs spread, his hips lifted on a hard cushion and ass poking up. He loved those smacks. His cock twitched at every stinging slap on his fleshy ass cheeks, and he only groaned approvingly. His anus was spread with a stubby dildo, his rectum filled with large spheres. The pleasure was almost unbearable.

“You are mine!” Adam shouted again, over the sound of the leather pad hitting down on an already red cheek. “I will never let you go! I own you!”

Kevin groaned again. “I love you,” he managed to bring out.

Adam uttered a raw cry, and hit him on the other cheek. He threw the pad away, and fell on Kevin’s back with all his weight, driving the air out of the young man’s lungs. “Say it again,” he hissed.

“I love you,” Kevin grunted with difficulty. “So much...”

Adam forced his tongue hard into Kevin’s mouth, pushing his hips against the spread ass. He pinched the abused flesh of his cheeks, spreading them some more. After a firm kiss, he drew back, nipping Kevin’s neck and shoulder, slowly working his way down until he reached the hips. He yanked the dildo out.

Kevin yelped at the sudden yank. It didn’t hurt, not after all that spanking. He sucked the air through his teeth as he felt Adam’s warm tongue on the beaten flesh. His butt was very sensitive now. He felt every lap of the wet muscle, caressing him. “Mm...” Much to his delight, Adam stuck his tongue deeply into his anus. He loved to be rimmed, almost as much as he loved to be spanked. The balls moved inside of him as he squirmed, adding to his pleasure. “Ah... Adam... I need no one else but you, I swear...”

Instead of replying, Adam sucked hard on the anus. He lapped his tongue along the whole notch, and got up on his knees. “Pleasure me,” he rumbled. “Show me you love me.” He lay on his back, bending his knees to expose his ass. His large cock was gently throbbing on his belly.

Kevin got up slowly, eyes glued on the blond hair on Adam’s ass and notch. The puckered muscle was pink and soft. He had no objections to use his lips and tongue the way Adam liked to use on him. He crawled forward, ass poking up, and leaned his head in pure devotion to kiss the most intimate spot of his lover’s body. As Adam spread his legs some more, he slowly pushed the whole length of his tongue inside.

“Kevin,” Adam groaned. He sounded a little surprised, although he tried to hide it. “Yes, baby... Lick me...” He caressed the short hair, pushing Kevin’s head a bit closer.

Sensually moving his hips, Kevin stimulated himself while he licked Adam’s ass and testicles. He used plenty of saliva, wetting the hairy skin to slide easier. Encouraged by the pleased moans above him, he crept up to the man’s cock, and swept his tongue around the head. Adam was rock-hard as he pushed it up at the base. He lowered his head, sliding his lips around it, until the head hit his throat. He couldn’t deep-throat him. Adam didn’t seem to mind about that. He groaned deeper, moving his hips slowly, indicating he loved every second.

“Finger me... Use lube, and do it deep, sweet cub...”

Happy to oblige, Kevin greased his hands. He shifted on his knees to have both hands available, closing one around the shaft to stroke him as he sucked and licked the glans. His other hand slipped between the cheeks, and rubbed gently against the anus. The muscle gave way easily. He worked two fingers inside, gently thrusting, feeling the contractions of the muscles deep inside. He listened to the sounds of approval, softly rubbing up, sliding deeper and deeper until he heard the cry. A gulp of precome filled his mouth, which he swallowed with pleasure. He now focused on that spot. Adam lost all control. Kevin had difficulty keeping the man in place, but he didn’t give up his position. He was in charge.

The balls in his body rubbed against his internals as he got up and moved forward on his knees. He leaned over Adam, looking at the delighted expression, and smiled. “You’re mine,” he breathed before he kissed him.

Adam pulled him down with his arms firmly around his neck and shoulders, kissing back with fire. He didn’t object at all, when Kevin lay down between his legs. He merely grunted as the tender tissue of his ass got spread by Kevin’s cock. He eagerly accepted him inside, spreading his legs willingly.

At the heat of the moment, Kevin didn’t think about it. He was too hot to realise he was fucking the big Viking. He groaned into the kissing mouth, driving his cock deeper and faster into the tight, but willing rectum, while the rubber spheres in his own ass moved back and forth. He clawed into the man’s shoulders, trembling with pleasure. He felt a hard, stinging but delicious pain in his loins and tail bone. Curling his toes in the sheets to increase force, he fucked even faster.

Adam jerked his head back, gasping for air. “Kevin! Yes, yes! I’m coming!”

Seconds later, Kevin felt the hot squirts against his belly and chest. He moaned pleased, and focused on his own orgasm. Bucking with his hips, he allowed his body to open up. His climax took his breath away. He couldn’t make a sound, his mouth open in a silent cry, eyes shut firmly as he released himself deep into Adam’s ass. He trembled as he fell down on his lover. Adam showered his face with kisses, and he lazily returned them. “Now do you believe I love you...?”

With an almost shy smile, Adam nodded. “I do. Do you believe me?”

“I have no doubt whatsoever,” Kevin assured him. He slipped out, and rolled on his back. “Pull those things out of me, please?”

“You were still wearing them?” Adam laughed, and leaned down to pull at the ring. “How was it, to fuck while you were filled...?”

“Amazing. Ahh... Nice... I love it when you pull those out. Slow... Ah yes...” One by one, the balls popped out. It truly felt like being on the toilet. Kevin loved it, so much. He sighed as he was empty, and pressed a hand against his relaxing ass hole. “Mm. I can’t imagine being with anyone else, Adam. You know what I need.”

Adam pressed against Kevin’s hand, rubbing up and down. “I’m not done for today. Are you?”

“Never. You can fuck me and hurt me the whole night. I will love every minute, darling.”

“Shall we take a bath...?”

“That would be great. Go fill it while I finger myself.”

Adam made a breathless sound as he saw the two fingers pressing inside, but he didn’t stay to watch. He quickly went to the bathroom, to open the tabs. “Come here!” he called out. “Let me fuck you!”

“Get me a beer and you can fuck me all you want,” Kevin chuckled. He moved slowly, all warm in his muscles and inside. As he came in the bathroom, he saw Adam holding up a bottle for him. “Yeah. You’re the best,” he sighed pleased.

He meant it.