Kisses by a bad boy
Marcus wandered through the small grocery store without a care in the world. His mind kept drifting back to the previous night's festivities. The two of them were keeping things light, but Marcus couldn’t deny that there was something special about Ryan. He could still feel the softness of Ryan’s caress against his skin. His cock twitched in his shorts as he recalled the way Ryan’s body felt pressed close to his.
Just as he rounded the corner to head up the cereal aisle, his eyes quickly landed on Cameron. The hot stud was reading the back of the cereal box. Marcus hadn’t seen him since the day they shared a kiss. From the end of the aisle, he observed Cameron as if he were a stalker. That mysterious bad-boy energy around Cameron was like a dangerously hot song. His white crop top clung to his body, and his dark blue Wranglers hung at the waist. There was a sex appeal there that Marcus couldn’t quite grasp.
He quickly forced Cameron out of his thoughts, spun his shopping cart around, and ran into someone else’s cart. He glanced at the person pushing the other shopping cart. She was gorgeous—the town’s former head cheerleader and beauty queen. She was the woman who had once broken Cameron’s heart years ago. Her long, curly blond hair hung past her shoulders. Her loving green eyes complemented her tanned skin. Her most prized assets sat up high and perky. They were contained by her tank top.
“I’m sorry,” Marcus quickly apologized.
“It’s okay,” she said with a perfect smile.
“Please don’t let him have heard the crash,” Marcus thought to himself. “Damn,” he thought to himself when he spotted Cameron moving in their direction out of the corner of his eye.
Marcus pulled his shopping cart back. He gave her a simple yet friendly nod. Just as he moved to go around her, she stepped in his way and blocked him.
“Whoa, easy there, city boy,” she said as she flung her blond hair back over her shoulder. “I’m Maddie. You must be Marcus.”
“Excuse me,” Marcus was caught by surprise. He hadn’t expected her to know his name.
“Maddie,” Cameron’s perfectly smooth voice broke through. “Are you playing nice?”
Cameron walked past Marcus. His intoxicating scent invaded the city boy’s nostrils and senses. That smell of pure man and the afternoon sun released endorphins inside Marcus. He inhaled more of the scent as his eyes followed Cameron’s muscled frame.
The delicious-looking bad boy went over and gave Maddie a quick kiss on the lips. Marcus observed them with squinted yet confused eyes. His brain registered slight envy as he recalled the taste of Cameron’s lips. It was almost like he could taste them again. He could feel them pressed against him. Soft. Full. Wet. Dangerous.
Marcus cleared his throat, “I should get going.”
The two of them slowly pulled their lips apart. Maddie turned, faced Marcus, while Cameron stood behind her and wrapped his big, strong arms around her body. They looked like a stereotypical popular high school couple. Nevertheless, Marcus couldn’t deny that they looked good together.
The two men briefly exchanged eye glances. Cameron saw rather quickly what Marcus was trying to hide. He saw and sensed the bit of jealousy in Marcus’s body language. Cam couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. He still had an opportunity, and it gave him a rush.
“I’m sorry about that,” she said. “I’m Madeline Hickey. Everyone calls me Maddie. I’m sure you know who this big brick is behind me.”
Marcus downplayed his interactions with Cameron, “I’ve seen him before.”
She looked up at Cameron with heat in her eyes and then back at Marcus.
“It’s okay. Cameron is an acquired taste,” she said with a smile.
“I’ll leave the acquiring to you,” he said with a slick charm that made it impossible to tell how he truly felt. “I really should get going.”
“Before you leave. I want to invite you to the party tonight. It’s just on the edge of the South side of town, well, really the north end of the lake.”
Marcus opened his mouth to politely decline the invite. Before he could utter a single word…
“Aww, I’m sure Marcus won’t show up. He strikes me as the type who is very unsure about things. Isn’t that right, Marcus?” Cameron asked, knowing he could get under Marcus’s skin.
Marcus tilted his head to the side and replied, “That’s pretty presumptuous of you. Though I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You do strike me as the type of person who believes two plus two is five.”
“Did you just call me dumb, Marcus?” Cameron asked.
Marcus shrugged. “Small town, those are your words, not mine.”
Cameron huffed. “Listen, city boy, I’m smart where it counts. Put me to the test and watch me ace you.”
“Where have I heard that before?” he asked as he pretended to think. “Right, all douche bags think they're smart where it counts. I’ve found that they are quite inadequate when they measure up against me.”
Cameron turned red in the face. His jaw tightened, and his eyes squinted. He was ready to erupt like a volcano on a calm summer day without warning.
Marcus couldn’t explain it, but for some crazy reason, there was a thrill that came from taking jabs at Cameron. Maybe it was the euphoric feeling of turning down such a smoking hot bad boy. Or maybe he just enjoyed the thrill of being chased, desired, and wanted by such a specimen of a man.
“You boys behave now,” Maddie said with a bit of a thrill in her voice. “We’ll leave you to it, but I hope to see you at the party. It’ll be a great way to meet all the 21 and up crowd around here.”
Marcus finished his shopping and paid for his things. His truck was parked toward the back of the parking lot. He was near the back when Cameron quickly walked up behind him. He grabbed Marcus by the arm and pulled him behind the dumpster.
Marcus shouted, “Unhand me, you jackass.”
“Why do you insist on being an asshole?” Cameron asked him as he pushed his back up against the back of the building.
“I’m an asshole?” Marcus asked as he pointed to himself. “ME? HA! That’s insane.”
“Yes! You! First, you tell me you have a husband, and then you kiss me. Now you see me with a pretty girl, and you start acting like a jealous brat.”
Marcus’s eyes widened. “A jealous brat? Please, you and I both know you still have the hots for me. You’re just mad that I’m immune to your immature jock behavior.”
“Prove it then, Marcus,” he screamed.
“Gladly!”
“Kiss me!”
Marcus blinked in confusion. “What?”
Cameron whispered, “Prove it. Kiss me, and I mean really fuckin’ kiss me.”
Time paused, and their eyes slowly met. The atmosphere around them changed. The entire space was suddenly filled with a sexually charged energy that they couldn’t escape. Cameron licked his sweet, devilish lips. Marcus could feel his heart begin to race.
“Screw you,’ he hissed.
He quickly shoved Cameron. His hands slightly grazed the steel muscles of Cam’s chest. That brief contact made his hands tingle. Marcus turned to walk away. Cameron grabbed him and pulled him close.
Cameron could feel Marcus’ heart beating against his ribcage. It felt electric. Marcus felt weak in Cameron’s strong arms. He hated how his body just went limp in the small town stud’s arms.
They were face-to-face. Their chests touched with the rise and fall of their breaths. Marcus could feel Cameron’s limp cock as it pressed gently against his slowly rising erection. He struggled to break free of the tight grip. Cameron, however, refused to let him go.
“Let me go, Cameron,” he pleaded. “This isn’t funny.”
“Not supposed to be funny. Now go ahead and prove it with a kiss,” he said.
Frustrated, Marcus struggled to break free as he stated, “I told you to keep your hands to yourself, you imbecile.”
“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk,” Cam said as he waved a finger back and forth, “don’t go calling me names, you supercilious city boy.”
“Damn it,” Marcus shouted. “Are you insane? Let me go, Cameron, or I will scream bloody murder.”
He pulled Marcus closer to him. “Then I’ll really have to kiss you so you’re not screaming in vain.”
Marcus stopped moving and fighting it all. The heat radiating off Cameron’s body tingled his entire existence. His breathing slowed down, but his heart raced. There was heat and sexual chemistry between them. They could feel it, and it enamored them both.
Cameron held him with one hand. Then, with his free hand, he moved it slowly up the side of Marcus’s body. Cameron placed a finger on the man’s fat pink lips and slowly ran his finger across them.
Marcus thought he was going to stop breathing. The idea of someone catching them was frightening and exhilarating. Every part of him trembled with sexual energy.
“What about Maddie?” he asked.
He wasn’t sure if he was reminding himself or Cameron that the girl existed. Regardless, nothing seemed to stop Cameron.
“I’ve always been the bad boy. Besides, one kiss never hurt anybody,” he licked his lips as he said it.
“One kiss, and you’ll let me go?” It came out soft and filled with nervous energy.
“If that’s what you want,” he said under his breath.
“That’s…that’s what I want.” Marcus could barely get the words out.
Cameron chuckled. “You don’t know what you want yet.”
Cameron pulled him into the most passionate kiss he had ever had. His lips were like magic, and they had Marcus under his spell. They were soft and sweet. His body was strong and manly in all the right places. His thick hands lifted Marcus, and the city boy wrapped his legs around Cameron’s strong waist.
He pushed Marcus back against the wall and continued to kiss him. His cock grew hard under the fabric of his jeans, and it began to poke into Marcus’s cum filled balls. His strong hands cuffed Marcus’s ass. They made out like young, hot lovers. Cameron moved to Marcus’s neck and began to suck it. Marcus dug his nails into Cameron’s back. They were both panting and turned on.
Cameron’s cock felt thick and heavy. That cock felt good pressed against Marcus. Cameron wasn’t sure he wanted to ever stop. His hands took a life of their own, and he began to explore Marcus's toned body. Marcus's hands moved down the front of Cameron’s chest and stomach, and then he reached for the belt buckle. Just as he was about to undo it, Cameron broke the kiss and put him down.
“Now, I have my kiss. Tell that husband of yours I’m gonna fuck you real soon,” he said as he adjusted his pants and walked away.
“I’m a widower. He died,” Marcus finally confessed the full truth to him.
“Cameron looked back over his shoulder, “And I think you just might be the death of me.”
Cameron walked away. He left him standing there, completely aroused, panting, and confused.
“You arrogant jerk,” he shouted.
Cameron chuckled. “Says the chocolate little cock tease.”
The night was dark, but the north end of the lake was lit up with tiki torches and high beams from Ford F-150s, Dodge Rams, and Chevy Silverados. The music blared across the scene of young adults partying. Men were shirtless, in tight jeans, boots, and sweaty bodies gyrating against half-naked women, some in miniskirts and bikini tops.
Bottles of bourbon and whiskey were being passed around. Some folks were sipping on bottles of beer. Marcus stood at the edge of the lake as he stared at the sea of bodies. He stood out like a sore thumb. There was a moment he thought to himself that he should turn around and head home.
Ryan spotted Marcus in the distance. He’d been secretly hoping all day that he’d show up. He made his way through the crowd of people and quickly snuck up behind Marcus. Ryan wrapped his arms around Marcus’s waist. He completely caught him off guard.
“You made it,” Ryan squealed with delight.
“Ryan,” Marcus jumped. “You scared the shit out of me.”
“I’m sorry. I was trying to be cute, not scary,” he told him as he released him.
Marcus spun around and faced him. “Well, you’re already cute. So, half the battle is already won.”
His eyes roamed over Ryan’s shirtless body. Marcus couldn’t help but admire him. Ryan was well sculpted. His sweaty body under the moonlight was gorgeous.
“We’re both really cute.”
“Ha,” Marcus exclaimed. “I’m not cute. I’m hot.”
Ryan’s eyes widened. He looked around with such playful energy.
“Hot? Yeah. You’re definitely hot. Too hot to dance with me?”
Marcus chuckled. “No. I’m hot just enough for a dance with the pretty cowboy.”
“But first, I want you out of that shirt.”
Marcus hesitated. He held Ryan’s gaze before he finally nodded his head. He slowly undid the buttons. Ryan watched him with intensity. Marcus undid the last button and pulled it off. The muscles in his chest rippled with his movements. The chocolate skin practically glowed under the fire.
“Fuck yeah, you’re hot,” Ryan moaned.
Ryan wrapped his arm around Marcus’s waist and pulled him close. The two men began to dance. Their hips moved round and round seductively. Their eyes locked on one another. With each movement, their crotches touched. They didn’t pretend they gave in to the feeling of the movement and moment.
Marcus bit his bottom lip. His hand slapped against the lower part of Ryan’s back. It glided across his exposed, sweaty flesh. He pulled him closer. They began to roll and grind against one another. Everything around them faded away. The music carried the two men away.
Marcus spun Ryan around as a slow, seductive country song captured the crowd. Ryan pressed his backside against Marcus’s stiff member. He began to rub his tight ass across the thick member. Marcus pressed harder against him as he ran his fingers across Ryan’s perky pink nipples. The night seemed like it belonged to them.
The feeling of heat between them reached its boiling point. Marcus took Ryan by the hand and pulled him into the trees. The second they were out of anyone’s line of sight, he attacked Ryan’s lips.
Marcus sucked Ryan’s bottom lip as his wet tongue slid inside the man’s mouth. He pulled away and moved to the cowboy’s neck. His tongue slid across the sweat-infused neck. Ryan moaned as his eyes rolled into the night. Marcus undid the belt and buttons on Ryan’s jeans.
“How do you feel about sex on the lake?” Marcus asked.
Ryan took a step back. “You’re serious? Right here?”
“Right here. I’m ready, and I want it badly. No questions. No regrets. Just life in the moment.”
Before Ryan could respond, his phone chimed.
“Shit, just give me one second,” he said as he pulled the phone out.
“Fuck. I want to do this, but I have to go,” he told Marcus as he shoved the phone back in his pocket.
“Are you serious?” Marcus asked in complete disbelief.
“I’m sorry. I really want to stay and do this. Can I come see you tomorrow?”
Marcus shrugged, still in shock. “I guess so. Sure.”
Ryan gave him a quick peck on the lips and quickly left.
“Fucking unbelievable,” Marcus mumbled.
He walked a little further into the forest of trees. When he was far away from the crowd, he stopped and began to undo his pants. He needed to relieve his bladder. The steady sound of urine and the faint sound of “Worst Way” by Riley Green filled his ears.
“You know there could be bears out here,” came Cameron’s voice from behind.
Marcus quickly finished, zipped himself up, and turned around.
“Cameron?”
“Gotta say I love the way my name just rolls off your tongue and through your lips.” His voice was low. There was a devious grin plastered across his beautiful mug.
“Don’t patronize me. I’m not in the mood tonight to fluff your ego and make you feel good,” Marcus warned him.
“You’ve been in the mood every time I’ve come near you. You just want me to chase you, and I do, so please don’t start to get all cynical on me now, sweetheart.”
“Cynical? Are you fucking serious? I’m not cynical, darling. I’m pragmatic, and you’re an egotistical asshole,” Marcus shouted.
“Yeah,” he shouted louder.
Marcus shouted back even louder, “Yeah.”
“Well, what are you going to do about it?” he asked as he stared him down with his chest puffed out.
We stood face to face. My blood was boiling, and I could tell his was as well. He had turned slightly red in the face. Our eyes met as I glanced up at him. He was already staring me down, but when I returned the look, his eyes softened. His chest came into contact with mine. I could feel his heart beating against mine.
I whispered, “I despise you.”
“And I feel nothing but contempt for you,” he said quietly.
“Lies, you tell. You feel things for me.” I was so snarky with my response.
“Prove it,” he challenged me.
Marcus placed his hand on the stud’s swollen chest. He could feel Cam’s heart beating in the palm of his hand. It began to beat faster and faster. He moved his hand down the man’s smooth, creamy chest. He listened as Cam's breathing grew heavy with every movement he made. Just as he was about to reach the waistband of his jeans, Cam grabbed hold of his wrist.
They looked into the eyes of one another yet again. Cam’s eyes spoke to him in a way that no one else had ever spoken to him before. Marcus couldn’t resist; he slid his hand down the front of the man's jeans and stroked the outline of that massive cock. Cam breathed heavier.
Cameron swallowed and said, “Don’t tease me, Marcus, because I’m in the mood all the fuckin’ time.”
His words were not lost on Marcus. The city boy let him have the victory. He unzipped Cam’s jeans and pulled his cock out. It truly was the most beautiful Marcus had ever seen.
It was thicker than most and longer. He was 10 inches of solid cut cock. Cam’s penis looked like it could give you all the pleasure in the world while also being the most intimidating cock in the world.
Marcus wrapped his fingers around it. The heat from it warmed him. The flesh was smooth and flawless.
“Oh my God,” Cam moaned. “Take yours out. I wanna see you.”
Marcus didn’t fight it. He quickly revealed his dick to him. He wrapped his big, strong hand around Marcus’s nine inches of cut dark meat. His cock was equally as thick.
Cam’s powerful touch had Marcus’s heart ready to leap out of his chest. The way Cam touched him made his knees weak.
The two stroked each other slowly. Their hands fit around each other’s throbbing member perfectly. Marcus closed his eyes as his blood began to pump faster. He stroked Cam’s tool harder and faster. It pulsed in his hand. Without warning, Cameron moved to his knees.
Marcus's eyes opened. His breathing slowed as he anticipated the next move. Cameron pulled the dark chocolate cock close to his lips. Marcus could feel Cam’s warm breath against the head of his penis. It sent a thrill throughout the man’s entire body.
Cameron looked up at him with that devious fucking smile. It was fucking sexy, seeing such an alpha top on his knees, ready and willing to please his partner.
“You want this?” Cameron asked seductively.
Marcus panted. “God, yes.”
Cameron opened his mouth and swallowed every inch of Marcus’s dark member. He wrapped his perfect lips around the shaft as pleasure radiated through the city boy’s body. Cameron removed the member from his sweet mouth.
He kissed the head of Marcus’s dick, and then he took it back into his mouth. The man let out a low groan. Cam’s strong hands gripped those perfect ass cheeks as he moved his head back and forth on the thickening cock. He sucked it like a lollipop.
“Oh fuck,” Marcus moaned out.
He took more of the cock into his mouth. His tongue slid down to those heavy balls, and he licked them with so much passion and desire. Marcus felt like he was about to cum at any moment. Cameron’s mouth worked him beyond anything he had ever felt. The man was too aroused. There was no way he could last long.
“Cam, stop, or I’m gonna cum,” he pleaded.
Marcus dropped to his knees and took Cam’s massive cock into his mouth. It was so thick it stretched his jaws wider than they had ever been stretched before. Marcus sucked the head of Cam’s cock as he massaged his fat balls. Marcus wanted him to feel like a god in his hands.
Cam’s cock throbbed over and over in the man’s mouth. He ran his fingers through Marcus’s scalp and onto the back of his neck. He thrust his hips, making his cock slide in and out of the man’s mouth.
“Mar, stop, or I’m gonna cum,” he warned through deep moans.
Marcus couldn’t stop. He kept sucking him. The stud let out a loud moan, and his cock erupted in Mar’s mouth.
Marcus stroked himself faster as he swallowed every drop of Cam’s seed. Finally, his cock released a volley of cum on the ground. Both men were completely spent, and their dynamics had forever been changed.
TO BE CONTINUED
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