Date: Mon, 27 Sep 2010 11:59:21 +0100
From: Cynthia Parsons <cynthiaparsons@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Mack and John

Hi, I'm Cynthia. I'm new to all this. I suppose I'm a bit different to the
average Nifty writer, because I'm a woman who enjoys reading about muscley
guys and slender young boys. Anyway, if you want to email me for anything,
you can find me at cynthiaparsons@hotmail.co.uk. This is my first
submission, so please be kind!

Mack and John

Mack's hands roamed over the boy's back beneath the soft cotton of his
t-shirt, strong and calloused against the pale, smooth skin. He pulled John
toward him, catching a hint of the scent of the boy's shampoo, sweet
smelling. John's hands in turn carressed the muscled form of the man he
worshipped, kneading the strong chest and stomach. Mack kissed John gently
on the top of the head, and then not so gently grabbed a handful of the
boy's soft, blonde hair and tilted his head back, kissing him eagerly on
the lips, feeling the heat radiating from the tiny mouth.

He fell backwards onto the sofa, taking the featherweight form of the boy
with him, sighing as their bodies came close. He broke the kiss to hug John
fiercely to him, feeling the boy fighting for breath as he was smothered by
Mack's powerful torso. The boy's hands pushed him up, air surging into his
lungs, his face flushed red, a smile curling the corners of his lips. He
sat now astride the man's hips, his legs pushed wide apart, his intent
obvious as he pushed the hem of Mack's t-shirt upwards, revealing one by
one the ripples which defined his stomach. With the shirt out of the way,
he ran his hands over his adult lover's body, revelling in the feel of the
muscles shifting beneath the skin.

The boy's own shirt was lifted over his head, his skinny body now on show.
Mack worshipped it just as the boy worshipped his own. It sent shivers down
his spine simply to see it. He pinched the boy's nipples, groaning as
John's hips shifted back and forth above the straining shaft of his
manhood, trapped beneath. The boy knelt up, over him, his intent obvious,
his request to be denuded answered with a smile. Oversized hands pulled at
the clasp of his jeans, tearing down the zip, parting the material and
pushing downwards. The boy shuddered at the feeling of the man's hot hands
on his most sensitive place.

Mack grabbed the boy's torso, strong, tanned hands a contrast to the thin
body with its ribs visible beneath alabaster skin. He rolled them so that
the boy was trapped beneath, and moved to remove the last articles of his
clothing, standing dominant over the boy with his hard shaft gleaming in
the dull light of a roaring fire. The boy's heart leapt into his mouth,
fear and anticipation mingling in his mind, desire and longing fighting
with anxiety. It would own him, the man would posess him, hurt him, but he
wanted it so badly.

Mack fell onto the boy, hard shaft probing at the most vulnerable part of
the him, pushing, focing his way inside. The boy bit his shoulder, agony
traded for agony, as the man penetrated him. Blood tasted in John's mouth
from the teeth marks on the glistening, bulging shoulder, and he groaned as
he felt himself being invaded, completed, torn apart, fulfilled.

They flowed together, a rhythm of erotic intent, a growing wave ready to
crash against the shore. Slick muscle pounded into loose flesh, pulling on
the outstroke, surging forward on the in. The boy shuddered as he submitted
himself wholly to the giant above him, gave every bit of himself to the
raging beast which buried itself time and time again within him. He felt it
then, part of the beast becoming part of him, the warm, fluid union which
signalled the man's love for him. As coloured lights filled his vision, he
sank willingly into euphoria.