Scavengers: July (7 page)

James looked at him with a nervous smile and moved away a bit. “I’ll just change the bedding then,” he said and his imagination went running wild once again, as he thought of the men Ira must have been with. Suddenly he started feeling nervous about his own lack of experience. Would he be good enough?

The other man was taking something out of his bag. From the smell of it, James could guess he was preparing dinner.

“Since when do you feel like that?” Ira asked, sounding sincerely interested.

James looked up at him while changing the bedding to a soft, blue set with decorative knitted detail on the quilt while feeling entirely inadequate. “Like what?” He was struggling with what he was doing, as evidently, it was a chore always performed for him by a maid. Seeing food, reminded him that he'd been too nervous that morning to eat breakfast. Ira found a clean copper plate in the cupboard and filled it with bread, cold meat and some dried fruit from London. They also had cold tea in a metal can.

“Need help?” Ira asked as he placed the meal on the bedside table, along with a small jar.

“No, no, I’m fine. Almost done,” the other man said, dealing with the last pillow. “It’s not perfect, but... you know...” he laughed nervously, looking up at Ira and scanning his massive, tattooed arms. The man gave him a reassuring smile.

“Perfect’s overrated,” he answered, drinking some water and observing the younger man’s moves. James left the pillow on the bed and moved towards Ira, but stopped midway, looking into a small, dirty mirror on the wall. The red burns on his jaw and neck definitely made him ‘imperfect’. “You not ‘ungry, boy?” Ira asked, already sitting on the freshly made bed.

“I am,” he said quickly. “And I’m almost twenty five you know...” he smiled gently, sitting on the side of the bed.

“So?” Ira laughed, brushing his fingers over the other man’s back and offering him the plate of food, “You still my pretty boy.”

“I am?” he bit his lip, but then quickly stuffed his mouth with bread, trying to fight his nervousness. Still, he felt strangely at ease being naked with Ira. “Pass me the jam?” he pointed at the little jar.

The treasure hunter blinked, as if he did not understand what he was talking about, then suddenly burst into a laugh. “Oh, that's not for ya mouth, boy!”

“What...?” he stuttered a bit, looking Ira in the eyes. The other man grunted lowly, embracing him with a heavy, tattooed arm.

“So tha’ you’re nice’n slick for me,” he said with clear anticipation in his tone.

James felt a flush of heat to his face but didn’t avert his gaze. “Is that what I think it is then?” he asked a bit nervously brushing the healthy side of his face against Ira’s neck.

“Yeah.” Ira nodded, mouth full of bread, placing a dried prune between James’ lips. He was hugging the other man in an assuring, yet dominant manner, leaving no doubt as to who would be taking on which role.

“I always thought that I’m ‘just looking’, therefore doing no harm...” James said, chewing the prune.

“So... since when you been... lookin’?” asked Ira massaging the back of his neck sensually.

“As a young boy I saw two male servants... let’s say... ‘caressing’ each other in the kitchen. It made me feel all hot and flustered and wrong on so many levels. But still, I'd always looked out for them since then, wishing to see it again. It was a cook and the local butcher's son... They were both so brawny...” James sighed, rolling his eyes at his own younger self. He shivered, as a warm tongue skipped along his sensitive ear.

“Did ya touch yourself?”

“I did...,” he said quietly, not without shame. “I’m such a weak man!” He lowered his gaze onto his own erection. He couldn’t resist the temptation that was presented by Ira.

“The hole as well?” Ira breathed with excitement. His hot hand gripped the other man’s thigh.

James’ eyes opened wider. “No!” he said fast, though it wasn’t actually the full truth. He had touched himself between his buttocks, just never inside.

“I’m a lucky man then” Ira breathed, feeding him again and nuzzling his long, wet hair with the side of his face.

James smiled slightly. “You think? You’re not worried my lack of experience will be annoying?” he sighed.

Ira pressed closer, sighing quietly. “I’ll get you plenty experience,” he promised, suddenly grabbing James’ suitcase from the side of the bed and opening it on his lap.

The aristocrat looked at him, surprised. “Let’s put that away...,” he moaned, embarrassed by the contents.

Instead of doing that, Ira grabbed the other man’s hair close to his head and teasingly bit his ear. “You are going to be so tight for me, boy” he breathed excitedly.

James gasped and felt a shiver down his spine when he looked into Ira’s eyes, as if he where looking at God himself. “A man like you had never approached me...” he whispered and his erection became stiffer, under the suitcase.

“And if one would... show me what he would do to you,” Ira murmured, running his fingers down James’ arm and into the suitcase, “Show me.”

James couldn’t force himself to speak of these things, but showing Ira a picture seemed more possible. All of a sudden, he started a frantic search for the picture that came to his mind. He had pleasured himself to it uncountable times. Finally he found it and turned it to Ira, with cheeks red and a pant escaping from his lips. The drawing was of a young man bent over a wooden gate in a stable, his trousers pulled down and buttocks fully exposed to another man, behind him: older, bigger, rough looking, with a big stiff cock sticking out of his breeches. They weren’t having sex just yet, but it was obvious what would happen in the next few seconds. There was a tension in the younger mans arms as he was gripping the gate with both hands, while he was being held down by the other man at the back of the neck.

Even looking at it now, made James feel flustered and it appeared as though it had the same effect on Ira. The man licked his lip, grunting loudly and bit the side of his partner’s face hungrily.

“You’d like it, huh? Being bent over and fucked like a mare with a stallion's cock?” he insisted, pulling the younger man even closer, with urgency. James could see that his dick was fully erect and ready. And what a piece it was: long and fat, topping a heavy sack and growing out of a thick bush of dark hair, which trailed down the older man’s thighs and over his abdomen. Strangely, the foreskin didn't cover the head of the penis, but James wouldn't let that bother him.

“I do feel that concept is extremely attractive,” he swallowed, looking down at the other man’s body. In comparison, he was extremely fair skinned, but his torso and crotch were covered with some dark hair.

Ira smiled wickedly. “What else do you want?” he urged the aristocrat, seemingly unable to stop himself from touching him.

James smiled lightly and reciprocated the caress, moving closer to kiss his lips. “I want you,” he said. “You seem like such a strong, free man, willing to just take whatever he wants...” He already imagined how this throbbing flesh would tear into his body.

Ira hissed loudly, grabbing his face in a tight grip and opening his lips in a brusque manner. His warm tongue teased James’ as they suddenly fell into the clean covers. The suitcase slid from the younger man’s knees and he heard it hitting the floor with a thud, but he could not care less. The weight of hard, naked flesh on top of him seemed to be the most important thing in the universe at that moment.

“Oh God! You’re so heavy!” gasped James with a gleam in his eyes. “I love it!” Even the burns didn’t bother him much anymore. He considered it a price to be paid for pleasure.

“Yeah?” Ira let his full body weight lay on the other man and continued to ravish his mouth and neck. They both groaned every time he ground his crotch into James’. Nothing else seemed to matter at this moment as they clung to each other feverishly. The younger man wrapped his arms around Ira’s neck.

“Be careful!” he squealed once, as the man’s lips got too close to the burns. Lack of patience was overcoming him though, and he slid a hand in between their bodies, to touch Ira’s hard cock.

“Hush, boy!” the other man commanded, suddenly forcing himself to calm down. His ragged breathing was evidence of how hard it was for him to stop at that moment, but he managed to pull himself together to stand up. Even laying flat on the bed, James could see his darkened erection and flushed face. “Sit up.”

Instantly, the aristocrat did as Ira asked and looked up to him like a hungry puppy. He sat up straight, trying to flex his muscles and look a bit bigger. Ira let out a strangled breath, taking hold of his own member and pumping it slowly. Looking the other man straight in the eye, he took hold of his long hair, yanking him forward, continuing to masturbate just by the side of his beautiful face. He was breathing loudly, brushing the head of his prick along the pronounced cheekbone with each upward move of his thick fist.

“You still hungry?” he growled, lust burning in his eyes.

“Yes please!” James looked up at him, simply hypnotized and turned his head to lick the salty skin on the penises’ head. In this one moment, he felt he could do it forever. Gaze locked with his, Ira hissed, apparently struggling for control as he drew back with his hips just enough to allow him more access to his privates.

“Suck it!” he commanded impatiently, tightening his grip on James’ hair. He seemed so powerful like this.

“Tell me about your first,” asked James, before he opened his mouth, ready to take the stiff cock deep inside like the men in the pictures. Pleasuring Ira was such a wonderful feeling, as if he always belonged on his knees, in front of a man. He didn’t really care anymore if he was being degraded or if he was embarrassed. It only mattered that they both wanted this there and then. He sucked hard and moaned in a deep nasal tone, with his hands on the sailor's thighs.

“Oh shit!” hissed Ira, throwing his head back while his whole body tensed beneath the other man’s touch. “Such a hungry, hungry mouth...” he breathed, taking a moment to compose himself and look down again. “I was fourteen... and he sucked me in St. James’ park... drank me to the last drop... such a cumslut the old man was...” Ira’s breath was coming in sharp gasps, as he forced his partner to lift his face a bit and started to thrust into his mouth cautiously. “Now look at me, boy,” he gasped, his eyes dark and needy, “Fancy that ‘ot meat down your throat... do ya?” he mumbled, closing his eyelids for a split second.

James looked up slowly, taking his time to admire the strong belly in front of him. His eyes watered as the penis was reaching his throat but he didn’t flinch, eager to please. And the story Ira told him... Oh... that sounded like something he’d like to do. Suck him off to the last drop. The penis pulsed in his mouth and the smell radiating from the other man’s crotch made his stomach flutter: it was musky and extremely masculine. Ira gave him time to adjust to the pressure and drew back every other time to allow him to breathe freely, but the pace and strength of his thrusts increased bit by bit and soon, he was fucking the aristocrat’s hungry mouth with abandon. James’ head was spinning at the teasing touch of his partner’s pubic hair, the taste of raw flesh on his tongue as the fat cock entered him over and over, with Ira’s scrotum slapping against his chin. The younger man’s moans only made him more ready to come and James’ soft fingers kept running up and down his thighs, feeling their firmness. He felt owned by Ira, a commoner, who was now his master.

From the deep, guttural noises the other man was making above him, he knew he was close and suddenly, Ira withdrew rapidly, strengthening the hold on his hair even more. “Open up wide!” he demanded, jerking himself off in a rapid rhythm. James immediately complied and his partner moved closer, the tip of his dick bumping into the sides of his mouth until it finally began to spill. “Oh fuck!” hissed Ira heavily as thick spurts of cum hit the inside of his companion’s mouth. “Drink it up, boy! You know you need it!”

Some of the sperm dribbled down James’ chin and landed on his torso, but he swallowed most of it eagerly, panting and looking at Ira like he was some kind of revelation. "Delicious. Sticky and sweet," he whispered with passion.

“Oh God!” the older man breathed, knocking him down to the mattress and enforcing a savage kiss. He sucked on his tongue, grabbing the other man’s erect penis and pumping it urgently. “You’re so fucking incredible!” Ira gasped, sliding down and onto the floor as he took James’ hips in a bruising grip and swallowed his aching cock in one go.

“Fuck!” James groaned hoarsely. This hot, slick wetness made him orgasm almost instantly. It took only a few moves of Ira’s tongue and lips up and down his prick. His body was on fire and nothing mattered anymore, as he lay on the fresh bedding, sweaty and gasping for air. The mattress moved and he was swept into a welcoming embrace, hot, sticky lips seeking his own and large hands grabbing his round buttocks possessively. He could taste his own and Ira’s cum as they kissed slowly, gently. It felt like heaven.

Behind the dirty windows it was about noon and sunshine poured into the room, making them forget that they were in a dangerous place. Both tired, they cuddled on the bed, touching and kissing...

“I have never felt so good,” whispered James between one kiss and another. The burn on his face was like a mosquito bite in the face of what he was feeling now.

“Yea?” Ira asked breathlessly, letting his hands wander. “I never had anyone like you before” he confessed.