A Weekend Pass at the Cottage
The squadron had earned a rare three-day stand-down after a brutal week of sorties. Rhys pulled some strings and secured a secluded stone cottage deep in the Kent countryside, far from the airfield, the prying eyes, and the roar of Merlin engines. No one knew where they’d gone. As soon as the door clicked shut behind them, the two ace pilots dropped their kit bags and let the hunger take over.
Rhys grabbed Kai by the front of his tunic and slammed him against the wall, kissing him brutally, tongues thrusting deep. “Three whole fucking days,” he growled against Kai’s mouth. “I’m going to use every inch of you.”
They barely made it to the bedroom before clothes were ripped off. Both men were already rock-hard, thick cocks straining and leaking.
Day One: Raw Release
Kai dropped to his knees the second Rhys kicked his trousers aside. He wrapped a strong hand around the Squadron Leader’s heavy cock, veins bulging, the fat head glistening. “Been dreaming about this monster,” he muttered, then swallowed Rhys to the root in one greedy motion. Wet, filthy sucking sounds filled the cottage as Kai bobbed his head, lips stretched tight, throat working around the thick shaft. Saliva ran down his chin while he massaged Rhys’s heavy balls.
“Fuck yes… suck my cock, Drummond,” Rhys groaned, gripping Kai’s dark hair and fucking his face with deep, powerful strokes. Kai gagged but kept going, eyes watering, desperate for it.
When Rhys finally came, he held Kai’s head down and pumped thick ropes of hot cum straight down his throat. Kai gulped loudly, swallowing every drop like a starving man, moaning around the pulsing cock until Rhys was spent.
Minutes later, Rhys had Kai bent over the heavy oak table, trousers around his ankles. He spat on his cock and drove in balls-deep in one thrust. Kai’s tight, muscular ass gripped him like a vice.
“Shit, fuck me harder, sir!” Kai snarled.
Rhys pounded him mercilessly, hips slapping loudly against Kai’s firm cheeks, the table creaking under the force. He reached around and stroked Kai’s leaking cock until the younger pilot came first, shooting long streaks of cum across the floorboards with a guttural shout. Rhys followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt and flooding Kai’s guts with pulse after pulse of thick seed.
They didn’t stop. That night they fucked twice more, once with Kai riding Rhys reverse-cowboy on the bed, bouncing his tight ass on every inch while Rhys stroked him, and again in the shower where Rhys pressed Kai against the tiles and fucked another load deep into him.
Day Two: Total Surrender
They woke tangled and sticky. After a quick breakfast, they spent the morning devouring each other on the rug in front of the fireplace.
Kai lay on his back, legs spread wide as Rhys knelt between them, sucking his cock with long, sloppy strokes. He took Kai’s balls into his mouth, then pushed Kai’s legs back further and dragged his tongue over his tight hole, licking and probing until Kai was whimpering. Rhys slicked his cock and slid back inside that perfect ass, fucking him slow and deep while they kissed filthily.
Later, Kai got his revenge. He pushed Rhys onto all fours and buried his face between those powerful cheeks, rimming him hungrily before feeding his thick cock into Rhys’s muscular ass. He fucked the Squadron Leader with long, punishing strokes, one hand gripping Rhys’s hip, the other reaching around to jerk him off.
“Take my cock, Calder. Fuck, your ass feels so good,” Kai panted.
When Kai came, he pulled out at the last second, spun Rhys around, and shoved his pulsing cock into his mouth. Rhys sucked hard, gulping down every thick spurt of cum while stroking himself to his own shattering orgasm.
They spent the afternoon napping, only to wake up and start again with slow, lazy blowjobs that turned into rough, sweat-drenched fucking on the kitchen counter.
Day Three: Pure Exhaustion and Craving
By the final day they moved slower but no less intensely. They sucked each other for what felt like hours. Long, worshipful blowjobs where they took turns deep-throating, licking, kissing, and swallowing one another’s masculine loads. Kai especially loved making Rhys stand while he knelt, hands behind his back, letting Rhys fuck his throat until tears ran down his face and he gulped down yet another heavy load.
Their last fuck was in the big iron bed as evening fell. Rhys had Kai on his back, legs over his shoulders, pounding deep and hard. Their bodies slapped together, cocks trapped between their hard abs, leaking and sliding.
“I’m gonna cum,” Kai gasped.
“Me too! Fffuuuccckkk!”
Rhys slammed in one final time and unloaded, filling Kai’s ass with hot, thick cum. Kai cried out and shot between them, painting both their chests and abs. Rhys leaned down and licked some of Kai’s cum off his own chest before feeding it to him in a messy, cum-flavored kiss.
They collapsed together, sweaty, cum-covered, and utterly spent.
As the sun set on their final night, Rhys pulled Kai close, his deep voice rough with satisfaction.
“Best three days of my life.”
Kai smirked, already stroking Rhys’s spent cock back to life. “We’ve still got tonight, sir.”
And they used every last minute.
