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wrapper of a condom being torn apart.
There was more movement on the bed and then the sound
of a top of a tube being screwed open and then tossed onto
the nightstand.
Saul whimpered into the pillow in piquing frustration. He
had expected a reprimand for his impatience or at least a
word of encouragement, all Saul got instead was a lube-
coated finger up his ass.
It hurt. Saul gnashed his teeth.
The finger began to move around. The pain melted into
just a feeling of being full and tight. Soon pleasure
threatened.
A second finger joined the first and started the process of
acceptance all over again.
By the time three fingers were inside of him, Saul was
writhing on the bed in previously unheard of pleasure.
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There was a pat to his hip and then words he was finding
increasingly hard to understand. "Raise up for me."
Even though Saul's mind was already fuzzy in need, his
body understood. Saul was soon kneeling on the bed with his
ass still three fingers full stuck up in the air.
The fingers disappeared.
Their replacement was thicker, longer, and had blood
pulsing hard through its meat. Mercer's cock entered him
slowly, carefully. Tiny circles were being drawn on his cheeks
for comfort, for distraction? Saul didn't know. At this point,
Saul only felt.
The further the dick pierced his body, the more Saul
moaned into the pillow.
The moans quickly turned into deep throated groans.
Mercer grabbed on to his hips and shoved his cock into him
at a different angle.
The world and its gods exploded into light and fire. The
pillow couldn't hold his scream of pleasure.
Mercer began to thrust.
In and out, fast then slow. Every third or fourth push his
dick would brush Saul's prostate. There was no definable
rhythm, nothing for Saul's sanity to latch on to. It was
maddening and masterful and if Saul wasn't already bowing
down in front of him he would have dropped to his knees and
begged for more.
The thrusts became harder. They began to rock Saul's
whole body. They began to rock the entire bed, the
headboard now banging violently against the wall.
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Saul's breaths became shallower. His thoughts turned
muddy and thick. Every touch to his skin turned electric.
Lightning threatened to sizzle through his body.
Mercer's angle changed again. His hand slipped around
Saul's front. The previously untouched penis was grabbed and
pumped.
Once.
Twice.
The third time, Mercer rammed the full weight of his cock
against his prostate and Saul was suddenly coming. The
universe dissolved into one bright pinprick of light that
flashed and flickered and finally went out with a howl.
Then the darkness overtook him and Saul Tidewater
surrendered to it with a smile.
Face pressed to the mattress, Saul awoke to a warm but
empty space beside him and a spicy balsamic scent drifting
through the air. After a brief struggle with the lone sheet left
covering his naked body, Saul knuckled his eyes roughly
trying to get the world to turn into something more
identifiable than a twilight tinted blur. A bedroom of pale ivory
walls combined with white washed wooden floors and only a
select few pieces of maple furniture combined to create a
clean modern look with soft welcoming edges. A down
comforter of meadow green laid in a tangled pile on the floor.
The pillows currently missing from the white sheets and bare
assed doctor on the bed were scattered across the room,
stark testament to the afternoon's explosive activities. A
blush that felt like it started from x-rated cheeks to his g-
rated ones burned lightly across his body. Saul Tidewater was
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not a man of middle-of-the-work-day sex. A painful clinch of
his ass chimed in with a reminder of the gay part of the
afternoon's festivities.
"Ow," he hissed as he rolled over ever so gently.
"Another three minutes and I'll fix that." Mercer stood in
the doorway to what appeared to be the bathroom wearing
nothing but a towel slung low on his hips. He looked freshly
showered, his hair still a little damp. Saul wondered briefly if
the warm, almost conifer-like scent that still pleasantly teased
his nose was a clean, just soap-scrubbed Mercer Braun?
"Did you hear me?" Mercer asked around a soft smile.
"Yeah," more knuckling of the eyes ensued. He wasn't a
fool. He wasn't going to let an opportunity to stare at a barely
toweled Mercer be lost to any fuzzy remnants of sleep and a
hard fucking. "I got sidetracked for a second." As all details
came into crystal sharp focus, Saul mused if he licked his way
laboriously all the way from the man's brow to his toes if he
would taste the incense on his tongue. "What the hell kind of
soap do you use?" he just had to ask. He was used to the ex-
wife coming out of her bath smelling of roses in the winter
and honeysuckle in the summer. Yeah, she smelled nice, but
this was different. This was way more proactive, hammering
in hard on his still spent dick.
"You like it?" a damned distracting twinkle accompanied
Mercer's question.
Saul shrugged. He wasn't about to act poetical about
scents and shit. There were certain things a man just didn't
do.
"Good." Mercer nodded, seeming to get it.
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He sat up a little straighter in the bed. "Why? You're going
to let me use your soap? Are you saying I stink?" Saul would
admit to a little flailing of the emotions at the moment. It
wasn't every day that a guy got his virginal ass fucked.
Bending his head down, no doubt hiding a most deserved
chuckle, Mercer took a few cautionary steps to the bed. "You
trusted me enough to let me stick my dick up your asshole;
think you could trust me enough to fix you a shower?"
A warm rush flooded his chest. His heart flip-flopped
accordingly. "In all the centuries of my marriage, my ex not
one time 'fixed me a shower.'"
Mercer shrugged a little sheepishly, "We're not married."
"A valid point." Saul found himself smiling. Slowly, he
moved to get out of the bed. He didn't even try to hide the
winces. He did however grump just loud enough to assure
Mercer could hear, "Jeez, that thing should come with a
warning. I'd suggest 'wide load' but you've already got a
healthy enough ego you're working with there."
Mercer just stood there in his towel smirking.
Once uprightness had been reached, Saul motioned for
Mercer to go ahead. "No way I'm leading. You're not getting
Braun Junior anywhere near my ass again tonight."
"Just tonight?" Mercer tried to play the question off lightly
but there was a bit of anxiousness in his eyes that he just
couldn't hide. Apparently he was worried that he'd really hurt
Saul.
That warm rush was back again. "Just tonight," Saul
assured him before turning and pushing him toward the
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bathroom door. "But nobody's going to be wanting to have
sex with me if I don't get a shower."
Mercer looked over his shoulder and grinned. "Personally, I
think you rock the well and truly fucked look."
Saul could only roll his eyes at that. Words deserted him
as he stepped into the bathroom straight out of the pages of
those architecture magazines. He had thought that the
bedroom was impressive. This room was just ten times
better.
Warm cocoa colored tiles lined the walls of the sprawling
bathroom. The cabinets were of a light colored wood. The
floor was an off-white marble. A huge picture window
overlooked the pool and its enigmatic slide. Dark green towels
filled the wooden shelves. Large glass bowls served as sinks
on counters of granite. What stood out most however was the
shower. It spanned the length of one side of the room. Its
glass walls ran from floor to ceiling. Inside were two bench
seats with a collection of shower heads of every shape and
size between them. Saul would guess that at least four fully-
grown linebackers could fit comfortably in the shower.
Saul almost hated to admit it but sometimes a person has
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