Stuff My Stocking: M-M Romance Stories that are Nice and Naughty (7 page)

Soon the boy was bathing Cy’s entire cock, balls and even the tender, sensitive flesh where his leg met his body with his long, agile tongue. It was so delightful, Cy found himself needing to catch hold of the wolf’s head to steady himself—but it only seemed to spur his lover on.

Soon it became too much again.

“Stop!”

Wolf whined and gazed up—meeting Cy’s eyes with a pleading, golden-yellow look as he swiped the cock in front of him once more very lightly, as if begging to be allowed to continue.

“I said stop!” Cy forced the pup away, but eased the reprimand by stroking his hand over one silky ear, gently scratching the base with his finger tips.

“On all fours for me, pup. I want inside you now.”

Cy didn’t think he’d ever seen anyone move faster. Wolf spun around, lowering himself to his elbows so his ass was offered up to Cy in one swift movement. It was such an amazing display Cy had to take a moment to admire it.

Wolf’s knees were spread apart for support, allowing Cy to see the glorious globes of his firm furry balls hanging full and heavy between his legs. The taunt, furry cheeks of his muscular ass were parted just enough to glimpse the tight, puckered rosette Cy longed to feel wrapped around his cock. And Wolf’s thick bushy tail was cocked to the side, allowing easy access to his most private hole. It was nearly more than Cy could take. But something was missing.

“Stay,” Cy growled as he hurried to the kitchen.

After ferreting around for several wasted seconds, he finally found a fresh jar of oil and rushed back. Kneeling down directly behind Wolf, Cy slathered the thin oil liberally over his cock. When Wolf looked back over his shoulder, watching him with sultry yellow eyes, Cy nearly lost all reason and plunged straight in. But he managed to restrain himself. Instead, he took the time to circle Wolf’s hole, spreading oil around to sooth and loosen the muscles, dipping his fingertips inside to open the way for his claiming.

Wolf pushed back against his fingers, softly growling, his eyes closing in eager anticipation. Cy couldn’t take it any more. He lined up his cock and nudged the head into Wolf—giving a few, teasing thrusts to ease his way, before surging ahead in one long push that buried him balls deep in Wolf’s ass.

Wolf arched back into him, drawing him impossibly deeper. Their balls touched for a moment, before Cy pulled back, only to plunge back in for more of Wolf’s tight heat over and over again. Sweat dripped off Cy’s brow. Wolf grunted and whined as he thrust back against Cy. It was pure, wild, torturous bliss. But it couldn’t go on for much longer. Cy was too close. They both were.

Pressure building, Cy reached around, encircling Wolf’s cock with his hand. He wanted to feel Wolf come while buried deep inside him.

“Now, Wolf. Cum for me now.”

With the command, Wolf threw back his head and came, gripping Cy’s cock like a vice and locking him deep inside. The pulsing contractions of Wolf’s ass as he pumped spurt after spurt of cum out into Cy’s hand and across the rug were all Cy needed though.

“Wolf!” Cy cried—yelling the name into the rafters as he exploded in great jerking waves of cum inside Wolf’s ass.

Time hung suspended as their balls emptied. A rush of pleasure so strong swept over him that Cy lost all connection to the world. The only thing that existed was Wolf’s body—warm and soft beneath his hands and wrapped around his cock.

Finally, Cy pulled free, gently guiding Wolf back against him. Wolf whined as he sat back on his heels.

“Did I hurt you.” Cy heard the edge of concern in his own voice, but didn’t regret it. He hadn’t wanted to hurt Wolf. Well not in a bad hurt kind of way at least.

“Splinter,” Wolf explained, holding out his hand for Cy’s inspection.

Cy reached out and cradled it between his hands. It was surprisingly soft. An amazing combination of human hand and wolf’s paw that was unique to Wolf. And in the pad of one digit a surprisingly large sliver of wood could be seen.

He’d have to remember to clean the rug thoroughly before they played in front of the fire again. And there would be an again. Winters were obnoxiously long and bitterly cold this far north.

Leaning forward, Cy lowered his mouth to the fingertip, all the while watching Wolf’s golden eyes widen in surprise. He used his tongue to gently probe the area, guiding his teeth in to nip around the splinter. Gripping it firmly, Cy removed the foreign object from Wolf’s paw then bathed the injury with a few gentle swipes of his tongue.

Wolf whined, wriggling his ass. Cy smiled at the telling reaction. He suddenly loved long winters.

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Epilogue

Cy studied the smooth white expanse of fresh snow around his cabin carefully. There were no boot prints, no paw or hoof marks to mar its crisp new surface. Since last night’s snow storm, nothing had passed this way. He’d make sure to set out more wards over the next days, weeks and months, but apparently the searchers had moved on.

Or perhaps simply given up. It wasn’t unheard of for people to simply disappear in the Great Northern Tundra. After a week in the cold, unforgiving environment, with no clothes, food or shelter, no one would expect to find Wolf alive.

Cy smiled. He knew Wolf was very much alive—though slightly exhausted after an extended play. He’d left the pup curled up, snoring softly to complete the rounds he made twice a day since Wolf came into his life. He had a prize even more precious than solitude to protect now. He was twice as vigilant as he’d ever been before.

Weaving another, slightly stronger dissuade spell around the perimeter that would gently nudge any trespasses away from the cabin, Cy headed back. He really didn’t want to have to spill blood to defend his Wolf. It was just so messy and always led to headaches. Better just to avoid the issue altogether.

But one way or another, Wolf was his, and he was staying that way. No one was getting their hands on the pup…well other than Cy, of course. And he planned to have his hands on, in and over the boy as often as possible. He didn’t want anyone or anything to disrupt that goal.

Speaking of which—

Cy quietly opened the cabin door—shedding his cloak and easing off his snow encrusted boots once he had secured the latch with a locking spell. He left both boots and cloak to dry by the fire and padded into the bedroom on soft, stockinged feet. When he had left to search the perimeter, Wolf had been curled up—fast asleep and exhausted. Expecting to see more of the same, Cy was surprised to find his little wolf awake.

Wolf’s tail was lazily fanning the air in a deliberately provocative way. The gentle back and forth sway drew attention to where the root emerged above the tightest, most drool worthy ass Cy has ever had the pleasure of. Wolf’s balls rested against the sheets, begging to be fondled and squeezed just enough to induce a delicious humping against the linens.

And as if that wasn’t enough, Wolf’s arms cradled his head in the sweetest, most enticing display of innocence Cy had ever seen. But it was the eyes—golden and soft and the tiny smile that reached out and snared Cy’s heart.

The promise was still there. But now it was tempered with something even more precious. More rare and utterly beguiling. Love shone back at him—new and unspoken—but like a tiny mustard seed, it promised years if only Cy was brave enough to accept it. Strong enough to nurture it.

Without a second thought, Cy stepped into the room. He was brave. He was strong. And he was utterly, blissfully lost. 

THE END

Copyright ©2010 Jade Archer

Also by Jade Archer:

Treacherous Sun
(The Nu Hayven Chronicles) [March 2011]

Devon’s Revenge
(Portals) [April 2011]

Ethan’s Freedom
(Portals)

Sandpipers’ Secrets
(Sandpipers) [Jan 2011]

Where to Find Harte
(Contact)

Why Jay Ran Away
(Contact)

How to Steal Blade
(Contact)

What To Do With Lore
(Contact)

Email:
[email protected]

Website:
www.jadearcher.com

THE NEW MAN'S ARMY by Michael S.

Dear Santa,

I'm rather concerned at the moment that I'm being recruited by... Well, I'm not sure by what exactly. See there's this recruiter who's tempting me to join up, but I'm not sure what kind of group this is. It looks dangerous...sort of. I'm also afraid I may laugh inappropriately during the recruitment process and find out if that's a grenade he's carrying down there instead of something much more fun.

So, Santa, please help me out here and let me know what you think I should do about this recruiter and his group of... Yeah, you got me on this one.

{PHOTO INSERT:  A mischievous looking young man, standing in a sandy military outpost, wearing nothing but frilly pink panties. He has a machine gun in one hand and with the other, he beckons the viewer towards him.}

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The sun was beating down harshly, and I wasn’t quite used to the heat here in Israel. I had always dreamed of walking in such an ancient and beautiful country but hadn’t expected what was to happen. I knew that there were blockades and soldiers watching who crossed in and out. Seeing the young soldiers walking with rifles in the street was slightly new to me. At eighteen, all Jewish men are drafted into the armed forces for a term of three years. I couldn’t imagine knowing that I would be drafted and would have to serve regardless. It’s definitely not like here in the states. They don’t care if you’re straight or gay….everyone serves their term.

I had taken a walk in the city and was wandering a bit outside the limits when a young soldier came up to me. Being a foreigner, I travelled with my passport at the ready. I wasn’t very well versed in Hebrew, but luckily for me most people spoke English. He was maybe eighteen with dark hair and dark chocolate brown eyes. He walked up to me with his rifle slung over the front of his chest. It was a little intimidating, but who could resist such a beautiful young man?

“Passport?” he asked holding out his hand. A small group of his buddies were off behind him snickering about something. The heat and nervousness made me sweat a bit more. I fumbled for my passport and wound up dropping it on the ground. I reached down to pick it up and he raised his rifle. Behind him, the snicker stopped abruptly.

“I’m an American.” I said voice shaking slightly. “It’s ok.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” he said never taking his eyes off me. “Stand up.”

Slowly I stood up with my passport in my hand. His hand shot out and grabbed it before I knew what happened. The three other soldiers began walking towards us. My nerves were starting to fray a bit. One of the soldiers walked up behind me and the other two flanked my left and right sides.

“I was just out site seeing,” I began to say.

“You will come with us please.” I was pushed gently from behind as they started walking off. The dark haired youth pocketed my passport and had turned to leave after ordering me to go with them. Not far off I saw what looked like barracks.

“Really, I was just out site seeing. I didn’t mean to do anything wrong if I did. Did I do something wrong?” I asked the youth in front of me.

“Just come with us please. Everything will be all right. My name is Yonatin. We’ve had some reports lately and need to check things out. Nothing to worry about.”

“But,” I began to protest but was cut short when one of the other soldiers briskly gave me a shove. Apparently I was going whether I wanted to or not.

As we came closer to the barracks, Yonatin said something to the others in Hebrew. They all laughed and one patted me on the shoulder. He smiled at me and I started to feel a bit more at ease. The sun, the stress, and the heat were starting to wear me down a bit. I wanted to open my shirt to try and get more air, but thought better of it.

We arrived at the barracks and Yonatin spoke to the others again in Hebrew and they left us. Yonatin stood there smiling at me. There was a slightly devious look to it. Not quite a smile, not quite a smirk. He handed me back my passport.

“You don’t look like you are used to our heat.” He said turning and removing the rifle. He placed it against the side of the building. He smiled again and began unbuttoning his shirt. “I hope you don’t mind. The uniform is a bit warm even for me.” I saw his smooth chest emerge from under the camouflage. He finished taking off the shirt and folded it neatly, putting it on a nearby box. That devious smile returned to his face.

Yonatin rubbed the sweat from his chest and wiped it on his pants. His muscles seemed to gleam in the sun. He sat down and began taking off his boots. “Please,” he said, “feel free.” I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off laying it down near his. By this time he had removed his boots and socks. He stood up in the warm sand. He looked like what I imagined David to have looked like. Toned, and beautiful.

“So…” I started trying not to stare too much. “Um…did I wander somewhere I wasn’t supposed to? I’m just a little confused is all.” I had taken off my shoes and socks and stood up again in the warm sand.

“No,” he said coming a bit closer, “it’s just that we’re sort of a special unit. Usually we don’t see many Americans out this way.” He walked up and placed his hand on my chest. “You could use something to cool you down it seems” and he proceed to wipe his hand down my chest stopping just short of the top of my pants. He smiled again and walked back to where the box was.

“Yes. It’s uh…well you’re right. I’m not exactly used to the heat yet. I just got here recently.”

“Mmmm” he murmured and turned his back on me. When he turned around, he had removed his belt and was starting to unbutton his pants. “You get used to it eventually. Still, there’s nothing better than getting out of uniform. Much cooler this way.” He said dropping his pants and turning around to remove them. He was wearing nothing but what looked like thin pink panties. I could see his firm muscular ass through them, a light dusting of hair on his legs. This was definitely not what I had expected. He folded his pants and placed them with his shirt, grabbed his rifle and turned around. He looked to me like an Adonis.

I was a little leery of the rifle being picked up again, but he walked slowly towards me staring into my eyes. There was something there in that look. Something that was only slightly dangerous, slightly devious, and something that told me that I wasn’t going to be harmed. His hand reached out and undid the top of my jeans.

“Uhhhh!” I started to protest. “I um…what are you doing?”

Yonatin just smiled at me as his hand remained where it was on the top of my jeans. “Just trying to make you more comfortable.”, he said. With that, before I could move or say another word, his hand reached down and unzipped my pants. They fell to the dirt and I stood there in nothing but my boxers. This was beginning to become more surreal and interesting at the same time. “Off with them then.” He said walking a few paces back.

I reached down, hopping slightly to remove my jeans from around my ankles. Yonatin walked around me in a circle as I did so. As I stood up, I realized he was right behind me. I felt his sweaty chest against my back, his hands reached around me and helped to support me. Fingers brushed lightly against my nipples as the sweat from our bodies mixed and mingled.

“Lean on me.” He breathed softly into my ear. I leaned back against him to finish removing my other pant leg. I could feel his breath on my neck. His face was against my cheek. “You’ll feel much, much better soon” he whispered in my ear. His hands travelled to my waist. I started to feel a stirring and blushed. Was this really happening? I dropped my jeans in the dirt, but Yonatin didn’t stir. He simply stood there holding me now with his arms wrapped around my waist.

“I told you we were a special unit.” He said softly in my ear and I felt slight nip at my earlobe. “My friends and I are stationed out here for two months at a time.” His hand moved up my chest again brushing against my nipples. “It can get very tedious and boring out here.” I felt something hard against my back and realized he had pulled our bodies together.

Standing in the sun, our sweat mingling against our bodies, and his hands roaming across my chest I felt an exhilarating sense of freedom. It was as if he and I were the only two people in the world. His hands slipped lower hooking fingers in the elastic of my boxers and slowly pulling them downward. His lips brushed against the back of my neck, then were at my ear where I felt that soft breath again. There was no mistaking what was happening now. My boxers were now down around my calves.

“There is no shame in the beauty of the human body” he said softly and I felt him kiss down my back as he pulled the boxers past where they would stay by themselves. I tried to turn, but he was standing again and holding my fast. I was lost in the myriad of sensations coursing through me. Fingers moved across my body finding delicate spots that made me feel weak. I wanted to turn and kiss him. Try as I might, I was held in place.

“You see,” he said kissing my neck, “we were looking for others to join us. We were hoping to recruit a few more good men.” His hand moved to my crotch taking hold of the prize. “It’s only two more weeks and our service is finished. There’s nothing to do out here but stand guard and there’s few people that pass this way” He had begun to slowly work his hand up and down on me. “Just two weeks.” He said softly as I felt his other hand move to my bum. One finger slowly caressed between my cheeks and I couldn’t help myself but moan slightly.

“I…” I began gasping slightly “I’m here for a month. My hotel is…”

“Shhhhh.” He breathed into my ear. “There’s no need for a hotel. You could stay here. There’s an extra uniform. No one would know.” The sweat had worked its way down my back and his now a damped finger entered me. “I’m sure we could accommodate you”

My hands reached out behind me and pulled at the pink fabric desperately pulling it away from his body. His finger pulled out and his hand shot up to my face forcing it to turn as his lips met mine and my hands helped guide him to where we both wanted to be. His lips parted slightly and our tongues met. A groan escaped me as I felt him push inside.

“Welcome to our army” he said kissing me again as we stood in the warm sand, the sun beating down, lost in our ecstasy.

THE END

Copyright ©2010 Michael S.

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