Azores Assignation

“We go to your yacht now yes.” And it was no longer a question. The young man waved the saliva-slickened orange cloth in front of Edgar’s face. “You signaled anything, anytime, anywhere. We go to your yacht now.” He was holding Edgar close in to him and he took Edgar’s mouth in his and kissed him brutally in a maneuver that ended in biting Edgar’s lip and causing him to yip and gasp. The unexpected pain gave Edgar’s dick a jolt. As brutal as the kiss was, it was also deeply sensual. Everything about this young man and everything he did to Edgar was arousing to Edgar.

The young man held Edgar’s elbow to the threshold of pain as they stumbled down the cobble-stoned street and onto the pier. Edgar led him directly to his yacht, and when they were aboard, the young man pushed Edgar through the lounge and into the stateroom, pulling at Edgar’s clothes and his own as they moved through the cabins. They were both naked again by the time they reached Edgar’s berth. The young man pushed Edgar down hard on his belly on the berth and barked out, “up on your knees, chest down, and legs spread wide. Now!”

Edgar had barely gotten into the demanded position before the young man was saddled over his hips and was thrusting inside him again, bottoming quickly. He was holding Edgar up with a palm on his belly and was squeezing Edgar’s balls and pulling on his cock with the other. His fucking was frenzied now, the sliding of the cock now completely unhindered, aided by the mix of lubrication and previous come inside Edgar’s channel. Both were vocal now, the young hunk’s deep bass drowning out Edgar’s higher-pitched moans and groans and cries at the total magnificent fucking he was getting.