Story Orgy Monday – Reunion – The Return of the Story Orgy (NSFW)

1530317_630094113725241_1382229242_nGood Monday morning Orgiasts! Did you all have a good 2013? Your Story Orgy writers missed the weekly prompt challenge so much we decided to get back to it for the new year.

It’s been a long time for all of us, but let’s jump right into it, shall we? Today’s prompt is very appropriate for the first post in a year: He hadn’t seen him in a year.

Are you ready to go? I know I am! The lovely and talented Jade Baiser created the banner for us, incorporating all of our prompts from 2012, and she also put together the hot, moody pic you’ll see along the way. Thanks Jade! And now, here’s a little short I whipped up just for you, totally NSFW, just for you. Enjoy!

REUNION

Hank Edwards

(c) 2014

Bryson wiped sweat from his brow with his forearm and leaned on the handle of the shovel to catch his breath. The sun was unforgiving, blasting the color from the surrounding fields. He’d peeled off his shirt some time ago and knew he’d regret it later when he discovered the sunburn, but it was just so hot. Too damn hot to be digging a grave.
But it had to be done. No one could find out.

He should have brought water along with him, but Bryson hadn’t been thinking very well. Everything had happened so fast.Story_Orgy_logo

As he bent back to his work, Bryson’s mind played it all over again.

He hadn’t seen him in a year, yet there stood Daniel on the worn boards of his front porch, hat in hand and a nervous smile on his handsomely chiseled face.

“Bryson,” Daniel had said with a nod.

“Daniel.” Bryson stood behind the screen door, trying to hide his nervousness and the unwelcome evidence of his attraction to the man. “Been a long time.”

“Year or more.” Daniel gestured to the door. “May I come in?”

Bryson hesitated. For a year he’d lived with the pain of Daniel’s rejection. Now, out of the blue, here he was on his porch, asking to be invited in. Despite his better judgement, Bryson gave a single nod and pushed open the door.
The combined scent of Daniel’s sweat mixed with the spicy tinge of his aftershave wafted over him and made Bryson shiver. He led Daniel down the shadowy hall to the kitchen.

“Drink?”

“Whiskey?” Daniel asked.

Bryson lifted an eyebrow. “A little early, don’t you think?”

“It’s five o’clock somewhere,” Daniel replied with that half smile that had first drawn Bryson’s attention.

“Good enough.” Bryson poured them each a drink and watched as Daniel slugged his down in a single gulp.

“I was an idiot,” Daniel said quickly, as if the burn of the whiskey going down had forced the words up.

Bryson sipped his drink and leaned back against the sink, arms crossed, lips pressed tight together.

“You were the best thing to ever happen to me,” Daniel continued. His gray eyed gaze met Bryson’s own, darted away, and came back, like a timid woodland critter. “I had it all with you, and I didn’t realize it until you’d left.”

“Took you a year to figure it out?” Bryson asked.

Daniel nodded. “A miserable year.” He stepped closer. “Can we try again? Start over?”

Bryson sipped his whiskey. “What if I’ve moved on?”

That seemed to come as a surprise to Daniel, and Bryson had to admit he enjoyed the look of shock on his ex’s face.

“Have you?”

Bryson tipped up one shoulder in half a shrug. “Maybe. Had some offers.”

“Oh?” The half smile was back on Daniel’s handsome face, making the crow’s feet more prominent on that side.

Fuck, but he was attractive. Dark hair shot with silver, same as the stubble across his suntanned face. Those gray eyes that always watched Bryson so closely, seemed to drink in the sight of him stretched nude across the bed, or standing in the shower, or in the chill, rose-tinted light of dawn as he waited for the coffee.

“Offers from who?” Daniel asked.

Bryson gave him a half smile of his own. “Men.”

Daniel moved to within a foot of him, the heat from his body washing over Bryson, soaking into him, making him even harder.

The kiss that followed surprised Bryson. He hadn’t expected things to move quite so fast. Daniel’s tongue tasted of whiskey and cigarettes, and the press of the man’s large, warm palm against Bryson’s crotch pushed a moan up from someplace in the center of him that had been silent for much too long.

Daniel tossed his hat on the counter as they kissed, then wrapped his arms around Bryson, to pull him up tight. Bryson’s head spun and for a moment he thought he might pass out. The taste of Daniel’s mouth, the scratch of his stubble, the smell and feel of him made it feel as if the past year of solitude had all been a bad dream.

“I’ve missed you,” Daniel said between kisses. “Real bad.”

Bryson kept his head enough to pull back and say, “Prove it.”

In moments, they both were nude, cocks swinging and slapping together, hands groping, searching out familiar spots of pleasure. Daniel moved them until Bryson’s legs touched the edge of the long, wood table and he stretched out along it. In one long, smooth move, Daniel took Bryson’s cock into his mouth, all the way to the root.

“Oh, fuck!” Bryson shouted.

Daniel sucked him hard and deep for a time, then shifted position so he could continue his oral attentions as his cock stood out over Bryson’s face, an open invitation. Bryson pursed his lips and slid them back and forth along the length, then took the swollen, succulent head into his mouth. They sucked each other hungrily, until Bryson let Daniel’s dick drop from his mouth and lifted his legs to expose his hole.

“Fuck me,” Bryson said, hearing the desperate, needy tone in his voice and not caring. “I want you inside me.”

With strong hands, Daniel pulled Bryson to the edge of the table, lined himself up, and slid his hard timber of a cock inside.

“Fuck, I’ve missed being inside you,” Daniel said, his eyes glazed with lust as he stared down into Bryson’s face. “I’ve thought about you so much this past year.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” Bryson instructed through gritted teeth.

Daniel smiled at him, a full on, mega watt smile that cracked the wall Bryson had built around his heart the past twelve months.

“As you wish,” Daniel said. He snapped his hips back and forth, pounding into Bryson as sweat ran through the dark and silver hair on his chest and the kitchen was filled with the ripe smell of their union.

Bryson knew it wouldn’t take him long, and it didn’t. He stroked himself to a splattering climax, the semen mixing with his sweat as he grunted and his muscles clenched and released along Daniel’s length.

“Fuck, that’s so fuckin’ hot,” Daniel said with a moan. He grabbed Bryson’s ankles tight and fucked him harder, until, finally, he screwed up his face in that familiar way and grunted as he pushed in even deeper and let loose inside him.

Daniel collapsed on top of him, breathing heavy, his body coated in well-earned sweat. As he caught his breath, Daniel eased out of Bryson, leaving him empty once again, his insides coated with his offering.

“Missed you, so much,” Daniel whispered, and kissed Bryson’s nipple, then moved up to his lips.

“Me, too,” Bryson said.

They cleaned up in the shower together, taking their time, soapy hands getting reacquainted with each other’s bodies. It wasn’t until they had dried off that Daniel told Bryson, “I don’t want you to think this is the reason I came by, but I need some help.”

A cold spot formed in the center of Bryson’s body, right in his gut. It spread slowly through him as he stared into Daniel’s eyes.

1511197_500655096719374_839366830_n“Oh?” He was proud of the fact that his voice didn’t shake. “What do you need help with?”

“A body.”

*     *     *

“How’s it going out here?”

Daniel’s question pulled Bryson from his memories, and he looked around at the man. His shirt was open, exposing the hair-covered expanse of his torso, and Bryson watched a ball of sweat roll past his nipple and on down his skin to disappear beneath the waistband of his jeans.

“Almost done,” Bryson replied. He lifted his chin toward the truck he could parked in the driveway. “Did you bring it?”

Daniel nodded. “I got it. Look, Bryson, I really appreciate the help with this. You gotta believe me, it was all in self-defense.”

Bryson turned back to his work, standing in the hole that would soon be the final resting place of a man, a drifter, per Daniel’s explanation, someone Daniel had taken home from the bar and who, afterwards, had tried to rob him. A fight had followed, the gun had gone off, and Daniel had stumbled back from the man, watching in horror as he had collapsed and died.

“I believe you,” Bryson said, and tossed out one more shovelful of dirt before extending a hand for Daniel to help him out. He leaned in and kissed Daniel hard on the mouth, hand cupping the bulge in his jeans.

“After we finish, we’re going to clean up and then it’s my turn to drive.”

The spark of greedy lust in Daniel’s eyes matched perfectly with the cock stiffening beneath Bryson’s palm.

“You got it, Bryson,” Daniel said. “Now and every night from here on out.”

Bryson grinned. “We can trade off turns in the driver’s seat. But be warned, I drive fast and reckless.”

“I remember,” Daniel assured him. He took Bryson’s hand and they started toward the truck as Daniel said, “Oh, trust me, I remember.”

~ * ~

Well, there you have it. I hope you enjoyed the first post of the new year. Leave a comment if you’d like (it’s always fun to get mail!), and then hop on over to the blogs of the other Story Orgy writers. Some of us may take a week or two off, but we’ll be around for the most part. Like our Story Orgy Facebook Page for details about all of our writing. Feel free to like my pages as well if you’re interested in becoming a true Hankie: Hank Edwards Facebook Page or the Venom Valley Series Page. Go ahead and give the other participating Story Orgy writers a read: Lee Brazil, Havan Fellows, Em Woods, and Jade Baiser. JR Boyd opted out of this round, but he should be back soon. Have a very good week and I’ll see you next Monday!

Bookmark the permalink.

4 Responses to Story Orgy Monday – Reunion – The Return of the Story Orgy (NSFW)

  1. kitchera says:

    Loved it! So hot! I agree with Havan also I’d like to read more 😀

  2. Oh good! For a bit there I thought it was Daniel he was burying. Hot and delicious as always, Hank! I love this line: …pushed a moan up from someplace in the center of him that had been silent for much too long. I felt that! Wonderful description.

    Happy Story Orgy Monday!

  3. Jade says:

    Hum.. I have to agree with Havan! I know it’s supposed to be the end, but… Ok, maybe not next week, but you can think about writing more about these two. Later? Yes? Yes! Thank you Fur king <3

  4. Havan says:

    Oh man this is crazy good – emphasis on the CRAZY part! lmao

    Now just sit and imagine for a moment…you open a new book and settle down to read some…and THIS is the first chapter…there is no way I’m putting this book down until I read to the very end…*hip bumps Hank*…just saying 😉