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![[*]](./images/pretend/default_icon.gif) posted on 4-13-2009 at 02:01 AM |
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Caden's Cabin
Out in the middle of nowhere a cabin appears in the distance
Only one large room inside and if you need to use a bathroom the outside is plenty of privacy.
- Any uninvited guests will be shot on sight -
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| posted on 4-13-2009 at 09:54 PM |
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Infantilism? Good god what kind of people did this guy hang around? Caden would have died of horror to know all the things this man had seen and
this was coming from a guy who had ripped apart a man in his lifetime. But people with weird sexual desires tended to … well, freak him out. Like
the guy in Philippines he was with once who demanded Caden call him Ms. Erica and then bitch, slut, whore, with every breath he took. Uh … no. He
broke about three bones in the guys face before leaving feeling as though he were the whore and needed a shower. Maybe he was a bit old fashioned,
but he was happy being this way and could do without all the freaks in the world.
Not a clue he was considered one now! Just making his way through the woods completely naked without a care, slowing his pace down as much as he
could while waiting for Clive to keep up. Though there were a couple times the ground got so rough he backtracked and just lifted the guy up
underneath those pale arms as he swiftly moved them along a few steps before setting him back down again. Hey, he didn’t want the guy to have his
feet ripped to shreds before they got to his place which was over a mile from where they were. Clive’s curses seemed to be growing the longer they
walked and Caden could not help but smirk with the stream of them filtering out to him. They were both filthy, covered in mud and needed a good dip
in the small creek beside his cabin.
Which came into view now, his steps increased at the site of the home he built with his own two hands years ago, he quickly walked in leaving the door
open and went to the small cabinet where he kept soap and towels they would need. Backside to Clive as he didn’t rush in his gathering of things they
needed considering he had been a bit ahead of the poor city boy.
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| posted on 4-13-2009 at 10:48 PM |
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People were strange, that was all he knew. All he cared to know, and as long as he could have his way he really didn't care what people acted like.
Give him what he wanted, he wasn't one to judge after all. Couldn't judge this man when he was that good looking, that strong... ah, of course he
wasn't developing any fetish for the man, even as he trailed behind him with that bag of supplies on his shoulder, stark naked and quite the pale
vision in that dark forest. Running on up with the other with a low huff, thankful he at least kept in shape and able to keep in stride with him.
Except when the man had to take it upon himself to lift him up, the first time Clive just staring in shock, left behind a few feet before he caught on
up to him again. But the second time, he was pissed, smacking at him with those slender hands with a snarl, shouting about how he wasn't a damn
princess and to put him down. Guess he got mad enough from Clive's yelling in the end, tossed off onto the ground as his ass hit the dirt, scrambling
up after him those last few ways just swearing out at him, angry and seething and sweaty, swatting the bugs away before they finally arrived at that
cabin. Clive's brows just raising, smirking at it for a moment before just heading in after him, chucking his bag off across the floor in the small
space, brushes scattering out but he could hardly care, arms crossing over his chest as he slammed the door behind him, leaning against it with a low,
somewhat mocking whistle. "Well, aren't you humble. Let me guess, you built it too? You are good with your hands-"
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
and stops my mind from wandering
where it will go.
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| posted on 4-13-2009 at 11:30 PM |
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It was all ignored and expected from Clive, which Caden enjoyed very much – all that yelping and fussing and cursing. The man was proving to be worth
every bit of annoyance he first felt for him. Now all those curses were entertaining to him as he lifted the guy up over the roughest terrain and
dealt with the smacking and bitching until he finally just dropped Clive on his butt and left him there in view of the cabin.
His home. The one place he never brought anyone but members of his tribe and them only rarely, perhaps only one other had ever been in here since it
was built a good fifteen years before. And now Clive, apparently Caden deemed him worthy enough. And now they stood in the small one room home
completely naked and covered in mud and grass as he turned to face the guy who was once again being snarky, not surprising. “Apparently you just
answered your own question.” His pale eyes racking over Clive’s body, enjoying the view of taunt lean muscles and that pale skin splotched with dirt
and making him look like some earth nymph, which was very appealing to a nature lover such as himself. “Unless you need another demonstration … I’m
sure I could oblige …”
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Ah, and the favor seemed to be returned. Even with his fussing and cursing seemed to be overlooked, it did pay to be so attractive. Desirable as he
was, the manc ould overlook that attitude of his, just as he could overlook those... weird little habits. It was lamost playful, way he was tossed
down and the man just walked off, Clive smirking after him before letting that last swear out, getting up after him to take off, entering that little
cabin behind him and already falling amused at just how 'quaint' it was. Ha.
Qauint. Even with the dead animal skins on the wall, not even caring as he tracked mud through it as the man turned around to look towards him,
watching him and the way his eyes just looked over him, Clive knowing well he was being appreciated like he deserved as he moved towards him, backing
him against that cabniet as he leaned in, bodies touching again with that cool skin as his head bowed, lips toying with that collarbone with a small
smirk. "I think I just did-" Of course he'd built it, and how in the world did that add up to Clive being faintly turned on? Fuck if he even knew, it
just did. Probably in the mans voice and the way he offered him that demonstration, smirking up at him as he leaned on back to look at him, hand
trailing down that taut chest with quiet admiration before his eyes began to wander around. "You can build your log cabin later, Lincoln-" Talk about
cheesy. "Where's the bath?"
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
and stops my mind from wandering
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Very attractive. Caden had noticed that first night on the subway but too much touching and annoyance had overshadowed his appreciation of this man.
But today? Today it had been made perfectly clear how this tall lean man could so clearly make his dick stand at full attention with only a glance,
even now after being so completely spent Caden was could readily take this man again. And now once they were inside the coolness of the cabin with
Clive coming forward to press him against the cabinet Caden could only bring his hand up to bury in that black hair and shift their bodies so they
were pressed together once more. Sweat and dirt mingling but meaning nothing compared to how it felt for Clive to bow his head and kiss and nip at
his collarbone as their lengths touched and he had to hold back a groan he refused to let free.
Could let the guy know exactly how bad he was thinking of throwing him down on the hard wood and having his way again. He knew he had been rough
towards the end out there in the woods and he wasn’t a heartless bastard to bury himself back inside Clive and cause pain. He didn’t want to overdue
things. There would be time for that later, yes, later. Maybe not today but Caden knew he would see this one again, how could the guy not come back
to him after this? Hey, he could have his cocky moments as well! And he could not help but chuckle as the man made that comment about Lincoln and
asked where the bath was. His hand still buried in that now matted black hair tugging on it a bit to part their bodies as he tossed a bar of soap up
into the air for Clive to catch as he snatched up two towels and walked backwards out the door with a smirk on his face. “Follow me, Mr. Ballantine.”
His arm swooping out to point outside as he just strolled on out ahead and headed down to the creek. Smile full on his face as he waited to hear just
what sort of reaction he would get from city boy.
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Uh, oops? At least he got a second chance, really, no matter how annoying and childish he could be at times there was no denying how attractive he
was, and he couldn't help but doubt if he'd offered to go down on his dick that night before the guy couldn't have fought him off... too long. Maybe
try for his pride but when Clive wanted something, he got it. Even if the man thought he was all in control, could he truly be if Clive just didn't
let him? Didn't enjoy it as much as he did, feeling that hand buried in his hair as the man pressed their bodies together, lips dragging down against
his skin and having to fight off his own desire to just sink on down to his knees and take the mans length within his mouth.
Instead, he just had to back up, not far enough though as the man still held his hair in his grasp, Clive reaching to let his hand graze his side,
only to be pushed back as that bar of soap was tossed at him, catching it with surprising ease before he was told just to follow. Fuck that, he wasn't
a damn pet... but yet he followed, watching him head out that door, unable to resist the pull of the man as he trailed after, seeing him heading for
the creek as he turned around, staring back at Clive as 'city boy' just pursed his lips.
"Guess I should've expected nothing less from a man as rugged as you-" Compliment or not? Surely the former, moving down in closer to him and that
creek, lips turning into a frown as he just walked that circle around him. "You know, I don't even know your name-" Words whispered as fingers traced
around his chest, wrapping around him from behind as his tongue grazed against the nape of his neck, clearly not caring for the dirty and grime that
covered him, not when something much tastier lied beneath. "And yet you know nearly know all about me. That's just not fair-"
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
and stops my mind from wandering
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Caden didn’t want to think about that that one particular possibility, that he would have caved and let Clive do whatever that first night if not for
the whole ... throwing him off the train thing. He wasn’t some hormonal teenager who would whip it out for someone to suck at any opportunity! So he
would never have looked into those black eyes and unzipped his pants, psh. Not as if it mattered now, not after what they shared in the woods this
evening. There was rarely a time you needed to look back on what could have been, he had no regrets in his life (except maybe knowing Ms. Erica) so
he only ever looked to the present and rolled with whatever the future brought along for him.
And right now his near future was walking out of the cabin after following like a good little pup and just standing there pursing his lips while Caden
grinned. A rare thing for him to really grin, but he was relaxed, satisfied, and enjoying this man’s company, so what was there not to smile about?
And when Clive proclaimed he expected nothing less from a ‘rugged’ man such as himself Caden’s shoulders shook with his chuckles as he was suddenly
being circled like he was prey. His arms crossed over his chest as he stood there letting his guest inspect him, his pale eyes watching until that
dark head went behind him until it was back before him once more. A beautiful man this was, and Caden greatly enjoyed the fact he had ruined the
man’s clothes. He would have to do that more often if … no, when, Clive came around again.
A definite when considering names were being asked for, he had completely forgotten the guy didn’t know who he was. But then the only reason Caden
knew Clive’s name was because he snapped up that wallet while the man was high as a kite to find out what to do with the guy. And when he was wrapped
within those lean arms from behind with a warm tongue against the nape of his neck he was more than pleased with the guy. He just grunted at the
thought of knowing all about Clive, he seriously doubted that were even possible, the man was a surprise at each turn. “Maybe I like having the
unfair advantage.” A statement holding far more meaning than his guest could ever know as his leg was suddenly twisting and his heel connecting with
Clive’s legs until the smaller man lost his grip and was sinking to the ground with Caden’s arms scooping him up and tossing him over his shoulder
like the toy he mentioned earlier. His large hand smacking that pale butt hard as he walked swiftly to the edge of the creek and just tossed Clive
into it with a laugh - yep, he liked this advantage.
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But what if he asked real nicely? He'd probably whip it out then, Clive always got his way, and even if he didn't say he could ahve it Clive sure as
hell could alwys just whip it out for him. Take it for himself, ha. And that he could do, circling him like some predator, cold fingers trailing
against those broad shoulders, squeezing down on them as his arms wrapped around him. Enclosed him, sliding down those chiseled sides and squeezing at
the bones of his hips with a low, dragging breath in his ear. He wanted to know his name, wanted to figure out more about this stranger that had
fucked him on a riverbank and lived in a damn cabin. It was like something out of an erotic novel, and he couldn't help but keep turning the pages,
wanting more, wanting to just know his damn name.
Of course, he wouldn't get it. Breath just letting out in a low growl of annoyance as he heard that grunt, nails digging in against that pelvic bone
as they wound further down, teeth grazing against his shoulder and about to go in for more when he felt the world giving out beneath him. "FUCK-"
Swearing as usual, legs flying up from underneath him but body caught by the man, glaring up at him only to have himself thrown on over his shoulder.
Brutal fucker. Even fucking spanked him, his fists pounding aginst the mans back and about to let one of those long legs smash into his ribs when
instead... he was chucked off. Tossed into the creek, water dark and black from the night as he sunk into it, coming up coughing and spurting as pale
hands splashed down on that water. "You're a fucking dick, has anyone ever told you that?" His voice harsh and cold, at least for a moment, before he
turned out laughing, again. Like the maniac he could be, looking up at him as he swam over towards the edge. Hair flipped back, wet and hanging in his
eyes as pale hands reached out, grabbing at the mans leg, pale body half out of the water as he yanked him out from under, crashing into the water
beside him, not even hesitating before he went back down under after him, pale hands gripping at that rugged face as he pulled him in for that
breathless kiss, water surrounding them as his tongue lept out to tangle with his, no care in his mind at all for the shortening breath in his lungs.
Since when did he care about living anyway? It was alwys about feeling, and fuck, he was.
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
and stops my mind from wandering
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He was like a character from an erotic novel? God. He would have been so embarrassed to know that thought even passed the man’s mind! But very
pleased to know Clive wished to know more about him. It was always nice to know you were not just some screw who would be forgotten once it was over
and done with. After all it wasn’t typical of Caden to be with someone he knew nothing about, sure it happened in the past but generally he had some
kind of relationship with the men he slept with. And he was certainly intrigued by the man before him, such contradictions left and right with
druggie personality then this cockiness he found so attractive. The guy was most certainly a dick, but then when did he not like dicks?
He certainly liked this one, in every way that could be applied. Just enjoying the way he was being nipped and grazed from behind before using his
surprise advantage to knock those feet out from under Clive and toss the man into that cold dark water after a slap to the butt. He was just standing
there on the edge grinning as Clive came up with that curse to him. “Often.” His only reply as he watched the man swim in closer, so pale compared
to the black water and Caden could not help the desire that licked his belly from the sight. He could hardly do more than laugh when that pale hand
reached out yank him off balance and send him tumbling into the dark depths as bubbles rose to the service from his humor even underwater. Though he
really shouldn’t have used up precious air, not when Clive was suddenly underneath with him, their mouths crushed together and that tongue pushed into
his mouth and Caden could only suck it in all the more, headless to the water seeping in as well. His arms wrapping around the other and pulling him
in closer as he kept them below the service by linking his foot underneath a tangled vine of some sort. He could hold his breath for a very very long
time, no idea how long his partner could but he was going to push it as long as he could now as he pulled away from that kiss. But not to leave him.
Caden just dipping lower until he had that perfect cock inside of his mouth beneath that black water which he could see perfectly in as he took every
last inch of Clive within his mouth to work even if air was running very thin now.
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Oh, it was nothing to be embarresed about. Clive damn well loved it, he hadn't complained yet had he? Perhaps about the way he was tossed around and
the dickish attitude, but really... right now he was pleased as could be. Content with this catch of a man, even if he was the one whipped and had
been on his back, he loved every minute of it. Wanted more of it, yet he still didn't even know the mans name. Nothing to call him, having even
resorted to historical figures just to attach something to him. Perhaps he'd name him himself, like some pet - hah, the man surely wouldn't like that,
but if he wasn't going to allow him that then he'd just have to... get over it.
Like Clive just had, thrown into that water in response to his question and his mind was already gone. Yanking the man into the water with him, water
splashing up around them but no one to disturb for miles with their loud antics, although it soon fell quiet as they just sank into that water
together, his lips clinging to the mans as that tongue just tangled in with his. Not even knowing what he was doing, one thing he'd never done before
as he felt those arms wrapping around him. His own hands tangling in that mess of red hair, tugging him in as their bodies pressed together, water
cold about them but Clive not thinking of anything but those rough lips against his. Tongue lashing out against him, pulling back with as mirk as the
man moved away from him, legs kicking up to go to the surface only to find himself stopped. And those lips... those lips, oh, fuck. His words mouthed
in taht water as he felt themw rappinga bout him, taking him in as he sunk down upon him, head thrown back as his body sunk down, not even thinking,
not caring about the air that was begining to falter as he saw the man through the dark water working him, fingers gripping hard into his hair as he
just let himself tread there in the water, legs kicking up as the heat only grew, wrapping about his shoulders with a deep, dark moan. Fuck. Fuck!
Nothing like this had ever happened to him, mind spinning and dizzy as that air began to loose itself slowly, but he not caring at all, unwilling to
break himself off the man for a second.
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
and stops my mind from wandering
where it will go.
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Name him? Hell no! He would not name him like some dog! That was going too far and Caden would smack the guy upside the head if such a thing every
happened. Or maybe just tie him up until Clive was begging for forgiveness at daring to name him like a pet? That was a much better option, then
Caden could use that pale body for as long as he wished and in whatever way he desired. So maybe he wouldn’t mind so much getting a pet name? It
seemed as though it could be a very enjoyable thing.
Though neither of them were thinking of names right now. No care in Clive’s mind about who exactly Caden was now with his mouth wrapped around that
length and taking it all in, feeling the head in the very back of his throat as he sucked and worked it without a care of how his air was running low.
One hand on that perfect butt as he reached behind to let one finger slip inside while he continued to devote his attention to such a beautiful cock
within his mouth. It was when the body stopped kicking about so much that Caden realized he really should let the guy breath, he didn’t plan on
killing the man or making him loose consciousness, that was no fun. So with one hard kick he had them both breaking the black service his finger
still slipping inside that tight hole as his other hand replaced his mouth for now. He kept them afloat easily by himself as he took several long deep
breathes while just looking at Clive and letting the man breathe. Two fingers slipping inside now as he kicked to keep them above the water, his hand
sliding up and down that length at a steady pace as his pale eyes stared into dark with such desire filling them. “You better take a deep breath,
Clive. Because I don’t think I will let you up until you come for me.” He resisted the urge to close their mouths over one another, didn’t want to
leave the man breathless before he pulled him under again.
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Ha. Fuck that. He'd name him all he wanted, some stupid dog name like Spot. See Spot Suck. See Spot Come. Yeah, he liked that. It's what he'd call him
now, Spot. Until he knew anything different, guy could fess up or not, but until he did he'd just be Clive's little spot. Little pet, like hell if he
cared the guy would tie him up or not. Think being around Clive even for five minutes any man would realize he had no sense or care for any sort of
punishment he could be given. No threat truly worked on him, impossible to make him care for anything, sometimes even himself when it came down to
keeping himself alive.
Like now, not even caring to go up for air as he just let his body still, world spinning and feeling the air closing off inside him as he just savored
that feeling. Dying could give someone such a hard on at times, feeling that wet mouth around him and the cold water shocking through his body as that
slow finger wound up into him. Mouth parting in a groan, water flushing in but all too soon he was broken away from. Pushed up to the surface, water
spitting out of his mouth, eyes wild and hungry as his body was still pressed so close to his, nails digging into that wet chest, breath short and
rapid as he began to fully breath again, gasping between it all as those fingers pushed up into him. Two now as those lean legs wrapped around the
mans, raw desire flooding through him as he was told he needed to get a deep breath, because they wouldn't come up again until he came.
Fuck, he about came right then, near screaming moan breaking out as his hips rocked back against those fingers, biting suddenly into two of his pale
fingers, quite enough to draw blood as he was worked all over. From every angle, not caring for the mans caution as he gripped out at his head,
dragging him in for that kiss as teeth dragged hard out against that lip, panting hard against him as dark eyes looked in with his, not caring when or
how they went back down in there, too lost in the mindless pleasure to care about anything like breathing, not when he was damn near ready to just
beg.
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
and stops my mind from wandering
where it will go.
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If he started calling him Spot this or Spot that then Caden would give him a far worse punishment than tying the man up. Oh no, that was too for such
a horrible disgusting name. If Clive wanted to sink that low then Caden would just bring out the beast within and scare the man to a final death if
he didn’t rip him completely apart. Yeah, some nicknames could be handled in a … dignified … manner, but others just needed to be put to death.
But not right now, and not because no air was in those lungs of theirs so Caden kicked them to the service as he barked out that command to prepare to
go under until the man came. And he was very serious about that, he craved this man to lose control again at his command. He wanted to hear him
scream beneath that black water. And he never stopped the onslaught of pleasurable torment on him, loving the way that slender body was reacting to
him, hips rocking back against his fingers as Caden just groaned with the pleasure of seeing and feeling that tightening around him. His eyes hooded
as he watched Clive bit into his own fingers and bringing blood to the service, and he didn’t know why that fact had his dick jumping as that red
blood oozed over such pale fingers, his nose twitching at the smell before he was being dragged down for a kiss he had tried to deny themselves. But
he was learning Clive never denied himself anything no matter if it would be to his detriment in the end.
But Caden didn’t want to keep it this way, he didn’t want to feel air in his lungs when Clive finally lost that control he seemed to be bordering on
right now. He couldn’t hold it against the guy, not when his long calloused fingers were slipping inside and his hand was working his throbbing
length until the man was moaning and rocking against him. Lost in passion now as Caden tore their mouths apart and took those bloody fingers in his
mouth to suck, tongue wrapping around them to lick them clean before his gruff, “Deep breath, babe.” Came out and with one kick they were coming out
of the water only to sink down like a bullet. Covered in that watery blanket now as Caden once again found something to hook his foot around so he
was free to devote his attention to Clive and Clive alone. His fingers never stopping their dipping as another joined the two and his mouth wrapped
around that length as he went down all the way to the hilt as his free hand rolled those balls around in his hand. His head moved through the water
as he sucked that hard length with only one purpose in his mind – to drive Clive completely over the edge.
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He couldn't even think of anyrhing right now, anything but the fact that this man was going to push him over the edge. Drive him absolutely mad,
clutching to him as they surfaced, his body rocking against him with such need that he could not even tame. Fuck this man. How could he make him want
him so badly? Need him so damn badly, never before had he just desired someone as much as he did in this moment. There was want, and then there was
need. And he knew if he did not have it now, he couldn't go on. Fall apart and just die, fuck. He needed him, he needed him badly, nails raking
against him and body just writhing down against him. Fuck. Fuck! It was all he could think, not even able to speak as his lips parted in gasping
cries, legs thrashing in the water and winding around the man, pulling him in close as he knew he would soon just give way, didn't even need to hold
his breath.
Not when the man was sucking on his fingers like that, his own head thrown back with panting desire as his body was tormented in every way it could
be, any way that could happen it seemed, this man was giving it to him. Under water yet again, his breath held deep in his chest as they sunk down,
feeling that third finger thrusting in with the others as his body just lurched forward, met with that eager mouth that seemed to know no end to it's
talent. Nails raking over his shoulders, clawing into that flesh and clinging to him, watery scream breaking out as he felt his balls rolling in his
hand, taunted and teased to the mere brink of exhaustion, so spent from before that now he was just going to break. Breath lost in that scream as
things began to blacken again, body bucking aginst him with need, not for air but for more. More of that pleasure, dragging him in closer as dark eyes
looked through that murky mess to watch him, drowning smile pressing those lips as he could hold out no longer. Shooting that hot load right out into
the mans mouth wrapped so tightly around him, head rolling back and body falling limp like jello as things began to black out fully around him, but
that smile on his face never leaving, the pleasure of that single moment taking him beyond, into another plane entirely, something he had never felt
before, nirvana, hanging limp against the man as it all just closed off, vision tunneling and world going black with the pleasure.
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
and stops my mind from wandering
where it will go.
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He had Clive exactly where he wanted him, to that needy brink where nothing else mattered but the pleasure he could bring this body. Tormenting him
in every possible way one could be tormented in this water now. Sucking those bloody fingers clean, dipping inside that tight hole with yet another
finger added as they sank down, his hand rolling those balls just encouraging them to pump him full when the time came. And sucking that cock down
the best he could all while drowning Clive in the best possible death a man could wish for in this life. Surely no one would die happier than Clive
in this moment.
And no one would ever be happier to drown him than Caden. Because he was holding those balls in his hand he knew the moment it was about to happen,
when that hot load came shooting out as he just swallowed it all down along with the water. His fingers still working the man from behind and he just
sucked that beautiful cock until there was nothing left for Clive to give as that pale body went limp and Caden slipped his fingers from within and
gave one hard kick to bring them up. He could not help but cough up water and a bit of come along with it as his lungs were finally free to suck in
air. He gave a few hard pounds to the unconscious man in his arms until he too coughed up a bit of water and Caden just grinned as big as he ever had
in his life. He climbed out of the creek with Clive over his tossed over his shoulder, shaking his head about like a shaggy dog as he strutted up to
his cabin, his hand massaging that exposed rear as he went along. Inside he laid his guest on the bed and dried him off slowly, admiring that body
toying with that exhausted cock a bit before smirking and climbing into the bed with him. He tossed covers atop them and pulled Clive to him until
their bodies were flush and his arm and leg were draped over his snuggly pet and he drifted off into a contented sleep. Smile still on his face.
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