The Professionals Anonymous Pornfest
Way, way back last year we ran an Anonymous Pornfest for Life on Mars over at fiandyfic. It was great fun, generated a shedload of fic and encouraged at least two new writers (that I know of) to start posting their own fic at the lifein1973 comm
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Cowley groaned, imagining it was Bodie’s cock he was pulling on vigorously, Bodie’s balls he was rolling between his fingers.
Bodie would begin to jerk his hips into Cowley’s hand. Getting to his feet Cowley would tut, ‘Enough of that, my lad,’ and would take both hands away. He would tuck the hem of the kilt into the waistband before landing a stinging slap on Bodie’s bare buttock. Bodie’s head would arch back, revealing a long neck and Cowley would slap the other cheek, making his own hand sting in the process. Bodie would catch his bottom lip in his teeth, but otherwise wouldn’t utter a sound as he would let his head fall forward again.
Cowley felt his balls tighten and knew he was close. He squeezed at the base of his cock to stop himself from coming too soon.
Cowley would run a hand over one reddened cheek, soothing and squeezing, while he would place the other hand on Bodie’s back, just below the neck, and push him down until he was bent over at the waist, still with hands planted firmly against the wall. Still kneading Bodie’s flesh Cowley would run a finger down the crack between his buttocks. It would be slippery and his hole would already be well-lubricated.
'Good lad,' Cowley would whisper, pleased that his man would always be prepared, and he would push two fingers inside, scissoring quickly without any finesse.
He would draw out his fingers when he was done and quickly undo his own fly far enough to pull out his hard, leaking cock. Rubbing the lubricant from Bodie’s arse onto his own cock would have to be enough as he had to have Bodie now. He knew Bodie could take it as hard and rough as he could give it and still ask for more.
Planting his feet shoulder-width apart for stability, he would line up his cock head at Bodie’s hole and pull the cheeks apart before pushing in. Slowly, but surely, he would press himself into Bodie’s hot, tight channel until he was fully sheathed.
Cowley’s fingers were flying over his cock, his eyes squeezed tightly shut as he gave himself up to the fantasy. His leg muscles started cramping, but he couldn’t stop now.
He would lean over Bodie’s broad back and ask, 'Are you alright, lad?' Bodie would utter a noise that could be anything, but the accompanying nod would give permission for Cowley to carry on.
Cowley would stand up and pull out until only his cockhead was inside and then he would grasp hold of Bodie’s hips and slam back inside. He would grunt his approval as Bodie stood his ground, taking all that Cowley could give him.
Cowley would continue, altering his angle and being rewarded with a whimper from the big man beneath him. As he felt himself getting close he would reach over and grasp Bodie’s cock, hard as steel. Still thrusting from behind he would tug on the silky shaft and murmur, ‘Come for me, Bodie, my man.’
With a cry, Bodie would thrust into Cowley’s hand and spill himself over the capable fingers fisting him. With Bodie’s come running over his hand and muscles clenching around his cock, Cowley’s orgasm would take over as he spurted inside his number one agent, his top man. His man.
Cowley’s balls were as tight as his grip on the arm of the chair, and he felt the familiar pull of his orgasm wash over him, and then he was coming, ejaculating over the fingers that in his fantasy had brought Bodie to completion.
He sat in his chair, fingers and groin sticky, out of breath and sated for the time being.
He wondered if there were any cases in Scotland that needed clearing up. He wouldn’t mind seeing the Campbell tartan again. Either on or off his man Bodie.
~End
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Now *that* was hot!!!
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I was rather hoping it was. Thanks!
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