Date: Mon, 27 Sep 2010 11:59:21 +0100 From: Cynthia Parsons 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.