"Great." That was a way away, but it was better than nothing, and ass was better than mouth or hand -- even when they were Carter's mouth and hands. Dave pulled up his pants, and stepped out onto the ice. "Com'on"
"I'll be right there. The fire can't be left unattended." John felt a twinge of disappointment as Dave's cock disappeared within his pants, but he didn't want to risk having that organ get frostbite. "I'll hurry. Want me to bring anything with me? The cocoa? Food?"
"Blanket?" Dave almost followed Carter back to the fire, but he didn't know his way about the summerhouse and Carter did know short ways to getting everywhere. Still after those pranks Carter had pulled this morning he'd be glad to check there weren't any other surprises waiting.
John nodded. "Blanket. The door is unlocked, so you can just go inside." John turned around and looked at Dave's feet. "Be careful walking on the skates. I don't want you to get hurt." And to lose that wonderful erecton you're sporting, he mentally added.
Dave looked about the summerhouse when he entered. It really seemed to be one large room attached to the porch outside, three doors led out of the main room at the back. One went outside, and Dave shut that again immediately, the other two led to a tiny kitchenette and a bathroom with a shower. Dave grinned to himself, all mod cons even for something a few minutes from the main house. Dave was suddenly impatient for Carter to arrive. He pulled tarpaulins off a couple of sofas until he found one that was big and soft, and took another slug from his hip flask. Carter was coming, and everything seemed like it was going to be great. He nearly pulled all his clothes off as he waited, but caution and embarrassment overtook him. Waiting, naked, for a man just seemed wrong. He did undo his skates though -- and stood there in his socks waiting for Carter to arrive.
John reached the fire and used the thermos cup to dump snow on it. As it sputtered out, he tossed everything else into the picnic basket, then grabbed the blanket and headed for the summerhouse. Hopefully Dave was already there and naked and waiting for him. The imagery made his own cock twitch against the cotton material of the sweatpants and John grinned. Okay, so it wasn't going to be a long love making session, but it was better than nothing. Although sex with Dave could never, ever be bad.
John opened the door and stepped inside. It was light enough indoors to have sex so he left the overhead light off. "I brought everything."
Dave swallowed and looked up when Carter arrived. This was it. But the guy looked as delectable as ever. He stood, hamstrung, as he waited for Carter to move toward him.
John noted the fact that Dave had taken his skates off. That was good. He didn't want his grandfather complaining about the wood floor getting torn up. John held up the picnic basket. "It was easier to bring everything...in case we get hungry again." He stepped into the room and saw that Dave had uncovered one of the couches. John suddenly felt uncertain, half-afraid that he might scare Dave away or make him change his mind and decide that his hand was best. John tore his eyes away from Dave and tried to remember where he saw the sunscreen. "Did you see the bottle?" John asked. "I thought I saw it on one of those shelves beside the closet."
"Uh no." Dave sat down on the couch, waiting for the confidence sure to come a minute or two after the alcohol.
John walked over to the couch and sat the basket on the floor, then tossed the blanket to the couch before walking over to the shelves. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the bottle. Grabbing it, he returned to the couch, not sure if he should sit down beside Dave or somewhere else. It would be good to kiss Dave, but John wasn't sure if Dave wanted to do that. So, John just stood there in front of Dave, holding the bottle in full view as he said "I found it."
"Okay." Dave shrugged. "How dya want to do this?" His heart was beating absurdly fast as he looked at Carter standing there. He wondered if Carter was going to touch *him* at all not just his cock.
John wanted Dave to be looking at him as he fucked him, but he remembered that Dave didn't seem to care for that position too much. There really wasn't a lot of room on the couch for him to lie down. But there was the floor, or he could bend over the back of the couch? That might work well for Dave, since he was an inch or so shorter. "If you want to do it standing up then I can bend over the back of the couch. Or I can get on the floor." John shrugged, trying to make it seem as if it didn't matter to him *how* they did it. "I guess we should get undressed first though."
"Yeah. Guess so." Dave was almost shaking with anticipation as he started undoing his layers of outdoor clothes. The jackets and sweaters came off first, and soon his chest was bare -- with the hairs beginning to pop upright in the frigid air. He undid his pants, pulling them off next, and wincing as they passed over the bruises on his thighs. That was it, naked except for his socks. Should they come off too? Dave wiggled his toes. They kept his feet warm, but this was Carter and he remembered how good it had been to have nothing between them. Dave stripped the socks off. Then looked up at Carter.
John was so caught up with watching Dave undress that he forgot about removing his own clothing. It wasn't until Dave began to peel his socks off that John remembered and he hastily unzipped his jacket, tossing it to the floor where his sweatshirt soon joined it. Then his boots came off, and his socks, and then he pulled off the sweatpants. Only then did he trust himself enough to once more look at Dave.
Dave caught Carter's eye then looked downward. "Ya hard too. Want my ass?" And please let him say 'yes'.
Dave wanted to be fucked? John couldn't keep from grinning as he heard that. First he had Dave's cock in his mouth, now he was going to get it in the other end and Dave was also offering himself. "Oh, yeah," John said. "I want it. More than you could ever know." John stepped over to Dave, pressing his body against Dave's and wrapping his arms around him. "And I want to kiss you, too."
Dave smiled as he opened his mouth and tilted his head so that the taller man could have access to his tongue and teeth. And his arms went around Carter's body. He felt up and down the man's spine from the neck vertabrae all the way to his coccyx and butt. Then he tightened his arms around Carter's waist bringing the redwood crashing into his abdomen.
John wanted to keep kissing Dave, but the electric thrill of Dave's touch was taking his breath away and he had to break off the kiss to catch his breath. "I've missed kissing you," John said as he let one of his hands trail down Dave's side to his hip. "I've missed touching you and licking you and tasting you."
Dave pushed his body close to Carter's -- wherever they touched a jolt of warmth moved through Dave's body -- like the alcohol hitting his stomach only infinitely better. Carter was so soft and smooth. "God," he murmured. And hard, Carter was very, very hard. Dave lifted his hands, intertwined them behind Carter's head and brought the mouth down to kiss his own.
John moved his arms to fully embrace Dave and ended up dropping the bottle of sunscreen. He pulled his lips away from Dave's, "We should..." Another quick kiss. "Find the..." And another. "Sunscreen." This kiss lasted a bit longer than the other two. "If we kneel at the same time, we might be able to find it without having to..." A quick peck on the lips. "Stop what we're doing."
"Mmm. Oh, God." Dave let his hands drop from Carter's head, and instead felt his way down the sleek sides. He would have thought it impossible to get any harder or more excited, but he seemed to with every step. "'kay." Dave began to move toward the floor, taking an opportunity to suckle one of Carter's nipples when he momentarily got lower than Carter's mouth.
Kneeling while kissing was promptly forgotten the second Dave's mouth found John's nipple. John's hands grasped Dave's head, holding him steady. "Oh, yeah, I've missed that, too. Your mouth. You have such a great mouth, Dave. Don't stop."
Dave suckled that nipple, then transferred his attentions to the other one, circling around it with his tongue before nibbling on the nub. It was good, it was fun, Carter was enjoying it, but it wasn't getting them much further. Dave dropped all the way to the ground, and felt around for the sunscreen. "Come on down."
John moaned while Dave toyed with him, and then when Dave dropped to his knees, he couldn't help but entertain the thought that maybe Dave would try to suck him off again. But then Dave invited him down and John remembered that he had dropped the sunscreen. They would need that. He knelt, but instead of trying to look for the bottle, he leaned in toward Dave and kissed him quickly.
Dave smiled into Carter's kiss, and opened his mouth, inviting Carter's tongue in by running his own around Carter's lips that tasted of marshmallow and snow. His hands padded around, feeling for the sunscreen, but then gave up, all he wanted was Carter.
John tried to move closer to Dave, but the attempt threw him off balance and he started to fall backward, and he reached out and grabbed Dave by the upper arms in an attempt to keep from falling over too hard.
Dave felt Carter pulling him, and went with it happily, kissing him enthusiastically as they toppled over. He ended up on top of Carter, their erections pushing into each other. Dave wiggled slightly, feeling the man beneath him, and grinned. "Too heavy?" Even as he spoke he spread his legs, taking some of the weight from Carter's lower back.
John grinned. "No, you're not too heavy." It was nice to be pinned to the ground by Dave, even if John could think of a better place for Dave's cock to be, although his own cock seemed to appreciate the company. John turned his head this way and that. "Do you see the sunscreen?"
Dave looked about. "Above your head, on the left. Can ya get it?" The only problem with this position was that he couldn't kiss Carter, Dave half-crawled forward until his head was level with Carter's.
John reached both arms above and behind his head, feeling around on the floor. But he kept his eyes on Dave as the man moved up his body. "Am I getting close to it?" John asked as he slightly raised his head to intercept Dave's lips.
Dave thrust his hips toward Carter's abdomen at the kiss. "Very." Then he looked up, "Yeah, that's right. To the left."
It was difficult to think when Dave was thrusting at him, but John tried. "Um, your left or mine?"
"Um mine." Dave gave up and crawled forward a few paces, reaching for the bottle. "Here."
Dave's cock was just slightly beyond reach, but John wiggled down a bit and then he was able to suck the head into his mouth. Dave's hands were braced against John's arms, so John couldn't bring his own hands around to pleasure Dave, but he was determined to do the best he could with just his mouth and tongue. Ever so slowly, John lifted his head to take in the length of Dave until he could feel the head hitting the back of his throat. He knew he could take Dave even deeper than that, but John wasn't in the correct position for that. Still, this was good. This was really good.
"Oh God. God, God, God, God," this was so good. Dave hadn't expected this, it had just happened. "God, Carter." Dave screwed his eyes shut, then opened them just enough to interlace his fingers with Carter's. "God."
Dave's enthusiasm made John move faster as he slid his mouth up and down that silky shaft. Every time he reached the head John could taste the salt from Dave's pre-cum and he wanted to taste Dave's come once again. Again, John's desires warred with each other -- his desire to be fucked with his desire to suck Dave off. In the end though, John figured that since his mouth was already engaged with the sucking that he should concentrate his energies on that he redoubled his efforts, making his mouth into the shape of a tight 'O' and sucking as he moved. Each time that John neared the base of Dave's cock he found that he was able to take in more of Dave and that became a goal -- to take in all of Dave before he made Dave come.
"Goooooooddd." Dave clenched his hands, the fingers tightly interwoven with Carter's. Tight and damp and warm and good. "Caaaaaaarrrrter." Dave felt himself contract down to a small white hot point, then expand outwards in a burst of orange and red and yellow flames, then he collapsed downwards -- extinguished into a hole occupied only by Carter and himself.
John could feel Dave's body quiver as it neared completion and he made sure that he had as much of Dave's cock in his mouth as he could manage before Dave's cock erupted. John didn't want to lose a precious drop of that liquid and Dave came hard and furiously and when there was no more come left to leave Dave's body, John continued to suck, determined to milk Dave for all he could get.
Dave slowly became aware of his fingers still intertwined with Carter's. His cock was still in Carter's mouth, too. The fingers were warm and tight, too. Dave gave one hand a squeeze, after all that had just happened it seemed a paltry form of communication -- but it was all that Dave could muster.
John felt Dave's hand squeezing his and he squeezed back, still reluctant to release Dave, even though Dave's previously large cock was now flaccid. Although...John abruptly let go of the cock and then moved his head and caught Dave's balls with his lips, slowly sucking them into mouth.
Dave groaned, and slowly rolled onto his side. His body was clay and Carter was the potter. His lips and tongue and cock could do anything they wanted to him. Dave kept hold of the hands, and squeezed them tightly.
John let his mouth follow Dave's body as it moved and he let his own body follow suit so that he was soon on his side and facing Dave -- well, maybe not exactly facing him, John thought and he grinned around Dave's balls. He then used his tongue to gently move each ball within its sac, his ears listening for any sound from Dave -- to keep going, to stop, to do anything else.
Dave groaned and held on tight, it seemed that this ride wasn't over yet. Carter seemed to have whole lists of great things to do to a guy that he'd never even heard of.
John thought he heard a groan, so he took that as a sign to continue with what he was doing. Tickle the right ball with his tongue, then the left, then back to the right, then swirl it all the way around. Now suck gently on them both. John's own cock twitched, aching to be touched in some way and John couldn't even free a hand to do that for himself.
Dave loosed one of his hands even as he gave a squeeze to the other that still hung onto Carter's fingers. He lowered the free hand, and ran it compulsively through Carter's hair. "Yes. Please."
John heard Dave's voice, but the words didn't make any sense. Please what? John had no idea at all. He wondered if Dave meant for him to do more? Why hadn't he been more specific? He really didn't want to mess things up like he had before. While he tried to decide what to do, he continued to suck and he must have sucked just a little too vigorously because the next thing he knew, Dave's balls popped out of his mouth.
So that settled the problem of what to do next. John inched closer to Dave, using his nose to push Dave's testicles out of the way so he could lick behind them, tickling the perineum before lightly flitting his tongue over Dave's tight asshole. The position wasn't the best for rimming, but it would do for right then.
"Arrrrr." Dave rolled onto his back, and spread his legs as widely as possible to give Carter all the access he could. Everything just kept on getting better. Dave clung onto the remaining hand tightly, while he touched Carter's head with his other hand. His eyes were screwed shut, and if he saw anything in front of them it was Carter's face and brown eyes as they had been earlier today -- by the fire or rolling in the snow and laughing. "Carter. God. Yes."
John belatedly realized that he had a free hand and he brought it down, thinking he could use it on Dave, too. But not until he was done with his mouth. It was exhilarating to have Dave's body writhing because of what he was doing and John wasn't yet prepared to give Dave a reason to stop doing that.
"God. Please." Dave thrust his hips upward, needing Carter to have all possible access. His body felt like it was on fire. All the areas that Carter had previously sensitised were ringing out, claiming that they, too, knew these feelings. His dick was boasting of the blow job, and having been to heaven, his balls were screaming about the licks and suckling they'd had. And even his nipples and chest were responding to caresses of two weeks ago. His ass remembering being penetrated by longer and harder things, and even as it claimed the ultimate happiness of being carressed NOW, was begging for more.
John used his tongue expertly, pushing it in as far as it could reach and he cursed the fact of anatomy that dictated that a tongue couldn't get in as far as a finger or a cock. John brought his forefinger up to his mouth and he quickly withdrew his tongue, got his finger wet and then slowly began to insert that into Dave's tight and warm opening. He wanted to have his cock there, but not quite yet. There was still time for that. For now, John was content to just move his finger in and out, mimicking intercourse.
"Yes." Dave could feel something pushing at his asshole. "God. Yes. Please. Take me. Make me yours. Now. Oh, God."
"I am, Dave. I am." John added another finger to Dave, then licked his way over Dave's balls and across his cock until he reached a hip. Once there, John settled, sucking on the skin, then licking it, then sucking it once again.
"What're you doing? God. What're you doing?" His ass was being stretched, Dave knew that -- and it was good, great, wonderful. It had to mean that the redwood was coming. But something else was happening too, and that was wonderful too. "God?"
John felt as if he were on the rack, with one arm stretching below him to please Dave and the other still stretched out above him, his hand a captive of Dave's. And it was being squeezed to death. At the least, it would be bruised by morning, but it was a bruising that was worth earning. John lifted his head from Dave's skin. "I'm marking you." Then he moved to the other hip to repeat the process. He couldn't tell the world that he loved Dave, but he could certainly make sure that anyone who saw Dave naked would know at first glance that Dave was taken. Take that, Adrian, John smugly thought. This means that *you* keep away from my man.
"Marking me? Oh God. You own me. All of me." Dave pushed himself down on the fingers as he spoke. "I'm yours."
John moved up Dave's body and found a bit of skin between Dave's shoulder and his neck and he lightly bit it, then sucked hard, stopping at intervals to check his progress as he marked Dave as his own. "Mine," he said traced the red mark with his tongue. "All mine."
"Yours. Bite me." Dave's entire body was on fire for Carter. He brought Carter's fingers across to his mouth to kiss and tongue and suckle. "Own me. Please."
John obediently nipped at Dave's skin, careful to not break through, but biting hard enough to leave a mark. It was becoming difficult to concentrate on pleasing Dave when Dave was sucking on his fingers that way, and his body was quickly reaching the point of no return even though his cock wasn't inside of Dave. John lifted his head and looked at him, his other hand stilled at Dave's bottom. "I want to fuck you. Now."
Dave moved his legs further apart. "Yes. God. Now. Split me." The redwood was coming, it had to be. Dave suckled harder on the fingers. "Now."
"I need the sunscreen." John said as he slowly withdrew all of his fingers from Dave's body. "You had it, right?"
"What? Now." The fingers had left him. Dave wiggled, and pushed himself toward Carter -- their absence an ache. "Sunscreen? Somewhere. God."
John looked around the vicinity of Dave's head, vaguely remembering how earlier, when John had been the one on the floor, Dave had reached over his head to grab the bottle. And there it was, just to the right of Dave's ear. With a triumphant grin, John grabbed the bottle. "Got it." He rested on his haunches and looked down at Dave's body. It was a beautiful sight to behold, he thought. He flipped the cap open and the summer smell of oil and suntanned bodies jumped out at him. He squeezed a generous amount into his hand and began to apply it, first to his hard cock and then around and just inside of Dave's ass.
Carefully lifting Dave's thighs and moving forward, John looked down the length of Dave's body once more. "Are you ready for me?" He asked as his finger drew an increasingly shrinking circle around Dave's anus.
"God. Yes." Dave felt the finger get closer and closer to his ass. He wriggled so it slipped inside. "Oh God. Push it up me."
John laughed. "My finger? You'll settle for just my finger?"
It had stopped, and Carter was laughing. Dave tried to push himself down over the finger. "The redwood, damnit. You own me. You've marked me. Now, take me. The redwood. Now."
John shook his head, even though he was still smiling. It still amazed him that Dave thought he was big and had come up with *that* particular nickname for John's cock. It was John's completely unbiased opinion that Dave had the best cock around -- hard and at rest.
John removed his finger, then placed the head of his cock in position, slowly pushing in, taking his time so Dave's body could get used to the penetration. "Let me know if I'm going too fast," John said. Dave hadn't been penetrated in two weeks and was incredibly tight. It was taking all the self-control John had to keep from coming right then.
Dave breathed in and out deeply. It was about to happen. It couldn't happen soon enough. "God." But it felt huge, enormous. "It's grown. Oh, God. Just split me. Please." Dave reached downwards, eager to touch any bit of Carter he could. "Please?"
"As you wish," John scrunched forward on the canvas tarp, pushing his cock further into Dave. When he was halfway in, John paused long enough to lift Dave's hips off of the floor, resting them on the tops of his thighs. Then he pushed in the rest of the way. With a deep sigh that slowly morphed into a moan, he felt himself fully encased in Dave's body. They were one once more, just as they were in John's dreams, only then it varied as to who was impaled and who was the impaler. The important thing was that they always ended up as one. "God, Dave, you're so tight and hot. I'm afraid that if I move any bit at all that I'll come now and ruin this for you."
"God." Dave was stretched, stretched beyond what he thought was possible. But the redwood was inside him again, and that was good beyond belief -- even without any movement Carter was inside him, stretching him, splitting him. "God." Dave cautiously sat up, reaching forward to find some of Carter's chest to hold on to. "Oh God." He felt a nipple with one finger, and twiddled it, before reaching further behind Carter, so he could pull their torsos close.
John leaned forward into Dave's embrace, seeking out Dave's mouth. He kissed him, long and deep, then felt in enough control to be able to pleasure Dave. Moving ever so carefully, John bucked his hips, making his cock move out and then back in again, not very far -- that was nearly impossible to do if he wanted to keep kissing Dave -- but it was far enough for him to feel the head of his cock rub against Dave's prostate, knowing from his own experience that the contact was sending ripples of pleasure through Dave's body. And also feeling slightly let down that he had not been able to feel those same ripples coursing through his body. But sucking Dave off had been fun and if he were lucky, there would be other chances to get fucked.
Dave moaned. There was a redwood in his ass, and a tongue in his mouth. He was fuller than any man had a right to be, and Carter was making little movements. His thrusts were making Dave hang onto Carter's body like a life-buoy at sea, and Carter's arms were reciprocating -- holding him tight. Carter was up him and down him and around him. He whimpered again, as more waves of pleasure rocked through him, and started to join in the movements.
When he felt Dave begin to move, John knew that his own release wasn't far away. Still, he tried his best to hold out longer, even moving his hands from Dave's side to his chest and rubbing the pads of his thumbs over Dave's nipples, a thrill running through his body when that action made Dave's body shudder. It was a reaction that was soon being mimicked by John's own body as he thrust home, burying himself as deeply within Dave as he could before his brain erupted into a haze of red, and tremors started at the tip of his cock and ran down its length to his balls and from there, to radiate throughout his entire body. Even John's toes were tingling by the time the last of his come was safely within Dave. Breaking off the kiss, John sighed and rested the top of his head against Dave's chest. "Thank you. That was...fucking fantastic," he said.
Dave clung tightly onto Carter. He couldn't bear to loosen his grip one iota. He stroked Carter's back compulsively, and kissed the exposed neck. His ass was stretched and his hips and shoulder were marked. When he managed to find words, they were simple, "God. You own me."
"Always?" John asked, not wanting to risk looking into Dave's eyes to see if he was joking with him. "Always and forever?"