by Lily Harlem
Leo’s cock pressed up against Malik’s abdomen. Just contact with his flesh, even in the cold water, had blood rushing to Leo’s shaft. God, he needed this man.
Malik slid his hand between their bodies and wrapped his fingers around Leo’s erection.
Leo broke the kiss. “Damn, I love you touching me. Every time feels like the first time.”
“That was hot. That first time I touched you, in your room. I had to detour on the way home.”
“You did?” Leo moved his hips in time with the slow, steady rub of Malik’s hand on his cock.
“Yeah, I had to find a quiet spot and relieve myself. My dick was about to explode.”
“And you thought of me?” Leo asked, struggling now not to flutter his eyes shut. The sensation of Malik’s hand on him in the water was blissful—enough to turn him on but not enough to have him coming.
“Of course I thought of you. You’re all I have thought of, Leo, since the first moment I saw you.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really.” Malik leaned in. He kissed Leo’s cheek then around to his ear.
Leo could hear and feel his hot breaths. He clutched Malik’s wet shoulders and held on.
“And now,” Malik murmured, “I’m going to fuck you again.”
“Yes,” Leo said on a sigh. “Yes, please, that’s what I want. No, I need it. I need you to fuck me, Malik. Now.”
“And what my Leo needs, is what my Leo has to have.”
Malik released Leo’s dick but took hold of his hand. Leo noticed that Malik was erect and ready to go again.
“Come, this way.” He led Leo to a big, hippopotamus-shaped rock on the bank. Next to it was a manmade rug of some sort.
“What’s this?” Leo asked, his wet cock tapping against his abdomen and his retracted balls making walking a little awkward.
“It’s a reed bed,” Malik said. “I told you. I want you to be comfortable while you are here.”
Leo nodded. He was struggling to stay calm. He wanted to just bend over the rock and offer himself open to Malik. He didn’t need reed mats. But Malik, despite his promises, seemed in no rush to get the fucking started.
“Lie down. Facing upwards,” Malik ordered. “I will be right back. Don’t start anything without me.”
Summoning patience, Leo did as Malik had asked, stretching out on the soft reeds that rustled beneath his back and buttocks. He stared up at the perfect sky again and resisted the temptation to play with himself. Instead, he took several deep breaths and clenched his arsehole, hoping that he’d soon have something to clench around.
Suddenly Malik’s face filled his vision. “Good,” he said, dropping to his knees and kissing Leo. “You waited.”
“It wasn’t easy.”
Malik straightened and he let his gaze linger over Leo, head to toe. He seemed to be visually drinking him up, committing every detail of Leo’s body to memory. He reached out and traced Leo’s nipples, first one then the other, with his fingertips.
Leo shuddered, desire racing through him. His nipples peaked and tightened, his stomach tensed.
“I like your hair, here,” Malik whispered, bending forward and snaking his tongue through the small triangle of hair that sat over Leo’s sternum. “It’s so delicate.”
“Mmm…” Leo managed, shifting his hips.
“And also this bit, here,” Malik said, sitting up again but letting his touch wander to Leo’s navel then wind through his pubic hair.
His knuckles brushed Leo’s straining cock and Leo jerked.
“Steady, boy,” Malik murmured, slipping lower and cupping Leo’s balls. “I’m going to take you exactly where you want to go.”
Leo shut his eyes and rested his left forearm over them. The sensation of surrendering to Malik’s touch was exquisite.
“Perfect balls.” Malik shifted his touch down some more.
He parted Leo’s legs and Leo was aware of him moving between them, sitting in the triangle of Leo’s thighs.
“Perfect white balls and perfect white cock,” Malik murmured. He was using both hands now to explore and caress Leo’s testicles.
Leo could almost feel the cum boiling within them, straining to be let out.
“And this,” Malik rubbed the skin between Leo’s bollocks and arsehole and rested his finger over his anus, “is just the right size for me. We are a perfect fit. Don’t you think?”
“Yes, God, yes, but it would be worth reminding ourselves that’s the case,” Leo said, widening his legs and tilting his pelvis, so that his hole would be in better view for Malik.
“That is the only thing that’s going to happen, Leo, so be patient.”
A cool wetness rubbed over Leo’s taint then circled his anus. He was impressed that Malik had remembered to go and get lube. He’d been so gone on lust, he’d have just ridden dry and hoped for the best.
“Here we go. Open up for me.” Malik forced two fingers into Leo.
Leo groaned and twisted his head. “My cock, please… My cock too.
Malik obliged and gripped Leo’s cock as he slipped his fingers high, high and higher, to knuckle-depth.
“Oh, yeah…” Leo gasped, feeling a tremble in his inner thighs as he bent his knees up and dug his heels onto the reed mat.
“You’re not going to come like this, are you?” Malik asked.
“No. I could, but no. I want you inside me.”
“Okay, well let me play for a minute. I like having my hands on you…in you.”
He stroked up then down Leo’s shaft and scissored his fingers in Leo’s arse.
“Yes…ah, yes. I like that too.”
Malik went quiet, focused on the job, slowly masturbating Leo and sliding his fingers in and out of his arsehole, just skimming his prostate with each skilled movement.
Leo cracked open his eyes and peered around his forearm. He could see Malik stooped between his bent legs, his head lowered and his eyes wide. He was clearly enjoying seeing Leo’s anus stretched around his fingers and his balls retracting.
The sight of Malik like that, concentrating and absorbed in touching him, sent a stronger tug of lust pulling from Leo’s arse to his balls and to his cock.
“Ah, yeah, so good, but be careful,” Leo warned, his abdomen tensing and his breaths quickening. He bit down on his bottom lip.
“Take a bit more.” Malik pulled his fingers from Leo’s arse, re-lubed them then fingered his way back in. Three this time, stretching Leo wider.
Leo reveled in the burn of being opened up and he bore down for more. A drip of pre- cum leaked from his tip, smearing onto Malik’s palm.
“Ah, yes, I will be careful,” Malik said, noticing it. He released Leo’s dick and it tapped down onto his belly.
Leo groaned. His arse was hot, on fire. Malik’s thick digits the width of cocks he’d taken in the past.
“Just here… This is where you like it, yes?” Malik asked, tipping his fingers forward, onto the inner wall of Leo’s rectum.
“Fuck, yes…” Leo jerked.
Malik had applied a long, steady pressure to his prostate. It felt amazing, as if every nerve in his body was concentrating on that one sensation and about to explode around it.
Malik chuckled. “Yeah, that’s the spot.” He rubbed it, smoothing his finger over and across it.
Leo groaned and twisted. He was desperate for the sensation but also it was so much, too much, especially if he didn’t want to come just yet.
“Please.” He gasped. “Please fuck me, Malik.”
“Yes. Yes, now it is time.” Malik pulled his fingers from Leo.
Leo dropped his arms down and propped himself up onto his elbows.
Malik was already wearing a condom and he gripped Leo’s hips, hoisted him forward and placed first Leo’s right leg, then his left, up onto his shoulders.
Leo lay balanced beneath him, his arsehole just kissing the tip of Malik’s cock and his shins pressed against his ears. Damn, he hadn’t enjoyed this position for s
o long, it was intimate and deep and a shiver of anticipation ran through him.
“Relax,” Malik said, the tip of his glans finding purchase with the center of Leo’s lubed hole.
Relax?
It was hard but he’d try.
Malik pushed forward.
Leo was tight. His body resisted at first but then Malik found a way in. Once he had, he sank in an inch and stilled.
Leo panted through the delicious impalement. This stretch was as much as his hole could accommodate and now he just had to take the long density into his body. He grasped Malik’s wrists.
“That’s it. Hold on,” Malik said.
Their gazes connected. Leo thought he could happily live in the adoration and lust that he saw shining from Malik’s eyes. He could swim in it, drown in it, be wrapped in it forever.
Malik sank deeper.
Leo held his breath. On and on Malik went, tipping over Leo as he tunneled to full depth.
“Ah, yeah,” Malik groaned.
Leo had never felt so deeply penetrated or so full. With his hips bent up, he was trapped on Malik’s shoulders and spread wide open. His entrance and his prostate was available for Malik and now, as Malik had moved forward and down, his cock was rubbing up against Malik’s hair-coated stomach.
“Breathe, Leo.”
Leo sucked in a breath and as he did so, his arsehole contracted.
Malik groaned and shut his eyes. “Damn, I want to steam in and out, just take you there on a fast fucking ride.”
“Do it,” Leo begged “Please, do it.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.” He squeezed Malik’s wrists tighter. “Yes, more than anything.”
Malik gritted his teeth. A tendon flexed in his jaw then he withdrew, almost out.
But Leo didn’t have time to miss him, because he plunged back in, so hard and fast that their balls slapped together.
“Yes,” Leo shouted. “Like that.” It was just what he needed after days of pent-up desire—a good hard fucking with a big black dick.
Malik grunted, pulled out and thrust back in again.
Leo felt like a doll beneath him. Malik’s power and the position he’d folded Leo into meant there was little he could add to the rhythm or pace. But that suited him. He just wanted to be taken.
His cock was straining, and the wiry hair razoring against it was a blissful extra sensation. The filling in his arse, when Malik plunged to the hilt, was almost more than he could cope with. It was as if his whole body was full of Malik.
His prostate hummed, the pressure building to explosive levels. “Ah, yes, yes, I’m coming,” Leo shouted, knowing the point of no return had arrived. His spunk had left his balls and was hurtling through his shaft. He stared up at Malik, who watched him with an expression of awe.
“I’m…coming…” Leo moaned, the last word ending on a groan as cum shot from his cock.
His whole pelvis contracted, pumping and pulsing around Malik’s hardness. Leo grunted. He could hear his wild, animal sounds echoing around the canyon and it added to his pleasure.
“Fuck,” Malik cried. “Me too.” He upped the tempo for four carnal lunges then stilled.
Leo reached up, cupped his cheek and held his face as he came. Malik’s jaw slackened on Leo’s palm and great huffs of air left his lungs.
Leo could make out Malik’s shaft pumping within him, filling the condom. His cock released yet more pleasure and he clamped and released his sphincter around the thickness invading him.
Malik groaned and dropped down. He caught the majority of his weight on his elbows but still, Leo felt the breath push from his chest and his legs flopped apart, finally in a more natural position, hugging Malik’s waist.
He didn’t care about the weight. Instead, he smoothed his hands up Malik’s back, pulling him closer and holding him as he trembled through the last of his orgasm. A long low moan left Malik’s throat.
“Shh…” Leo whispered against the side of his head. “I’ve got you.”
“So…good…” Malik murmured breathlessly. “I’ve never had it as good as with you, Leo.”
“I feel the same.” As Leo had spoken he realized his words were true. There was something about Malik that hit all of his buttons, physically, emotionally and in that special place in his heart that was labeled love.
Chapter Eighteen
Leo and Malik lay in the sunshine, Leo holding Malik tightly until both of their cocks softened. Eventually, getting hot and thirsty, they eased apart and Malik disposed of the condom.
Leo sank back into the water. He let the cool wrap around his body and enjoyed the deep, sated feeling that was stroking all of his nerves.
He watched as Malik joined him, dipping beneath and soaking his cropped hair. He then stood and smoothed the water backward, from his brow to his crown. Leo couldn’t stop watching him. He was beautiful. He could grace any catwalk or billboard and chase every good-looking Hollywood actor out of town in shame. He was an Adonis, every single one of Leo’s dreams come true.
“You should be in the shade,” Malik said to Leo. “Your shoulders are going pink.”
Leo glanced at his pale skin. “Shit, yes, you’re right.” He moved from the water. His legs a little jelly-like and tired and his heart beat slow and relaxed.
It was the heat of the day, the sun was striking down and he couldn’t think of anything he’d rather do than rest in the shade with Malik. He was sure they’d have energy again later for more fun.
They walked up the bank to the canopy. Malik rushed to be first and stamped beside the reed bed.
“What are you doing?” Leo asked.
“Checking for snakes. I did earlier, but doesn’t hurt to again, before we lie down.”
Leo suppressed a shudder. “Yes, I’ve had enough run-ins with snakes for one day.”
Malik shrugged. “They do not want our company either.”
“Good.”
“The water is safe to drink,” Malik said. “I have filled up some bottles, here.” He passed one to Leo.
Leo took it gratefully and swigged.
Malik did the same and lay down. He was still gloriously naked and his soft cock curved sabre-like over his dark thigh.
Leo loved the short black curls of his pubes. They were tight and stiff, unlike his own softer long ones. They really couldn’t be more different in their coloring.
“What are you smiling about?” Malik asked, resting his hands behind his head. His eyes were languid, his lids heavy.
“You.”
“Me?”
Leo sat, still sipping from his water bottle. “I was just thinking how opposites attract. We’re opposite.” He pressed his forearm, pale and flirting with sunburn against Malik’s abdomen to show their contrasting skin tones.
“Yeah, I guess we are.” He held out one arm. “Lie with me. I want to hold you.”
Leo happily cuddled into Malik. Despite the heat, their small cave was a nice temperature. He rested his hand on Malik’s chest and felt his heart beating beneath the surface. As Malik breathed, Leo’s head shifted slightly.
It was a lullaby rhythm and Leo soon found himself sinking into a pleasant sleep. He couldn’t remember when he’d last been so utterly relaxed and comfortable with another human being. Perhaps it was because Malik made him feel not just adored but also protected. He trusted Malik. He trusted him with his life. He’d proven that by coming here with him.
He hoped Malik trusted him the same way.
****
When Leo awoke, he was alone on the reed bed. He stretched, yawned and turned to face the entrance of the canopy. The shadows were creeping across the canyon floor, the hippo-shaped rock creating an obese circle of shade over the reed mat they’d fucked so wildly on earlier.
Leo squeezed his buttocks together. A pleasant ache in his arsehole told him it hadn’t been a dream. It had all been real.
He sat and spotted Malik fussing over the fire by the canopy. In the distance, the one protectin
g the entrance to their temporary home was also lit, long flames dancing into the air.
“Hey,” he called, standing and moving to one of the small stools. His cock was at half- mast, as it often was when he woke. Actually, it was a bit more than that, having settled his gaze on a bare-arsed Malik bending over the spit and apparently turning the cooking fish.
“Ah, you are awake,” Malik said, straightening and flicking his penknife shut.
Malik’s cock wasn’t entirely soft either. Leo reckoned that was how it was going to be while they were around each other here.
“You had a good sleep.” Malik walked toward Leo.
“Yes. I was tired.” He smiled. “Tired and happy.”
Malik nodded, as though Leo had given the right answer. “I am cooking the fish but they will be some time yet. They are only just starting to heat.”
“That’s okay. I’m hungry but I can wait.” Leo reached into his bag for his aftersun lotion. He tugged the blue bottle out and checked his shoulders. He tutted. His English skin was no match for the Kenyan heat. He hoped he wouldn’t peel—not very attractive.
“Here, let me,” Malik said, taking the bottle and moving behind him.
“Thanks.” Leo wasn’t about to argue. He was blissed out whenever Malik touched him, whether it was to perform a task or bringing him to a breath-taking orgasm. “I should have been more careful.”
Malik dragged the other stool so he sat directly behind Leo. “We got carried away. It won’t happen again.”
“What won’t? Getting carried away or forgetting the sun protection?”
A squelching noise burst from the bottle. “The sun protection. We still have time to get carried away. I just feel responsible for your delicate skin.”
“It’s not that delicate.” Leo didn’t like that he had such sensitive skin. He wasn’t a wimpy bloke—he had good muscles and broad shoulders. He also didn’t complain about pain or tiredness. He was a get-on-with-it kind of a man. He was tough.
“You have no control over the type of skin you have, Leo.” Malik smoothed cool cream over Leo’s shoulders. “I think if the whole world understood that, it would be an easier place to live in.”