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Hi, it's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed.

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So tonight we have a little male on male fantasy.

I haven't done one of these in a while, so it's way past time.

Jake is returning for his high school reunion, back to the small town he left so many years ago, Back to the town he turned his back on, Back to the man who showed him what sex was all about.

But what awaits him when he gets back there?

He has avoided this for so long.

Are the reasons he left still valid?

It had taken Jake months to convince himself to return home for his high school reunion.

The old place had so many bittersweet memories, moments of absolute joy and ecstasy, and some of the darkest memories of his life, moments where he just wanted his grave to open up and take him now.

Although no one else probably remembered many times he relived these darkest moments, they shaped his world.

They were the reason he left, the reason he had never returned until now.

His hands itched incredibly as they made the last call for the flight.

They had been calling it for the past thirty minutes or so, and he sat not twenty feet away from the boarding desk, yet struggled to stand, struggled to pull his boarding pass from his travel wallet, fought like hell with himself to pass it to the young lady smiling at him across the desk.

Every step onto the plane was a battle, and once he was actually in his seat, he fastened his seat belt in the hope that it would stop him leaving.

He had to do this.

It's funny how the journey back seemed to traverse time so easily.

This journey couldn't be measured in miles, only in years, twenty to be precise, twenty years since he turned his back on the demons that lived in the backwaters of this town.

Massive foe, smiles and support a town full of demons and hell.

The roar of the plane shattered his stroll down memory lane, the feeling in Jake's gut spreading as gravity pressed down on him, the pressure of his past making him feel sick.

As he closed his eyes, determined to benefit from the three hour flight, his past returned, determined and vicious.

For all the good memories he had, they led to that one moment, his future overshadowed by such a short period of time, and here he was flying straight back into that darkness.

Was he mad?

Was his pure insanity?

Why could he not just let it go?

Dark?

Visions flickered through his mind as he attempted sleep that house, the jetty that night, returning to his mind again and again.

The closer he came to his destination, the more it raised in his mind.

Ominous and dark.

There was a sound, a noise, the feeling of dropping, and then the gentle screech of Wales.

As the plan landed at the airport.

Determinedly, Jake refused to open his eyes.

If he didn't open them, it wasn't real, right, right, he wouldn't be here.

The damn pilot announced over the tanney that they had arrived.

He even told them the fucking weather, So much for that idea.

The plain lights flickered on.

It was still four a m.

And dark outside.

Jake had planned to arrive when there was no one else around.

He could travel to the hotel quietly, sleep for a few hours before he revisited some of his past, and then, of course, there was a reunion itself.

Tonight he would bury this for once and for all.

The journey through the airport was brief, and the uber journey to the hotel even briefer.

This town was just not that big, certainly not that big to cast this larger shadow over his life.

In a zombie like state, he checked into the hotel collected his key card, found his room, and dumped his bags on the sofa before collapsing on the bed.

And then and then he breathed out, not really recalling when he'd actually breathed in.

His eyes closed as sleep gripped him, dragging him into slumber, not affording him the chance to shower change.

The sound of traffic shook him awake.

It had been so long since he'd been waken by traffic so close to his bed.

Damn, you'd forgotten how intrusive that was.

It honestly felt like it was in the room with him.

His eyes shot open and he stared at the ceiling fan, worring slowly.

God, it felt like the same room all over again.

He could almost feel Marcus next to him again, their hands meshed tightly together as then there's trembled.

There was no doubt about the attraction.

They had both noticed it.

It had to be their secret.

Though they were both in the football team, both their families were well respected members of the church.

They both had girls who everyone assumed they would marry.

There is only so long you can do yourself, though, so long you can deny your desires, your passions, your love.

That night in the hotel room.

Wasn't only about letting them denial go.

It wasn't only about lifting their inhibitions.

It was about becoming the men they should be.

Jake turned on his side, his fingertips brushing over Marcus's chest through his shirt.

Marcus moaned gently as his nail circled that erect nub that stood proud against the material, and Jake pulled it tightly, Marcus's hips lifting in response to the electricity pulsing through its body.

Jake watched in fascination.

A's a beautiful response?

Can shewned marks his body?

Something ached in him as he watched, more than the burning sensation in his stiff cock, more than the fire that burned in his already tight balls.

He could only describe it as a need for satisfaction, not just to come or to spill his seed, but to share their energy, to melt into each other, to become as one.

Slipping his fingers through the buttons, Jake popped each one slowly, his cock throbbing harder each time as Marx's chest became more exposed to his lustful gaze.

Sliding the shirt to one side, Marcus invited him further wanting the sensation of his lips over his aching pink nipples, his breath taunting his desire.

Running his fingers through Jake's hair, he pulled his lips tight against his chest, his tongue voraciously exploring that burning nub of lustful electricity.

Marcus's hips pushed against his pelvis with a desperate need.

The heat of his throbbing cock burning through his denim, connected with Jakeson, sent a wild pulse of pleasure through his whole body.

Desperately, his hand pushed over the ripple of Marx's stomach, Finding the buttons of his genes, he released each one.

Finally, his erection pushed beyond the denim.

Jake's hand caressed it, felt every nerve as it trembled to his touch.

The blood pulsing inside it synchronized with the beat of his own heart.

The gentle thudding sensation pulsing into Jake's bulls every pulse, forcing his cop to swell that bit further, to burn a little bit more.

Standing up lust forced him to put Marx's jeans off and throw them across the room, quickly followed by his own.

As he lay himself over Marx's naked body, pressing his tense thigh between Marx's legs.

He gyrated his hips over Marxy's firm thighs, rubbing his cock up and down his leg the sensation of the rough skin burning at the sensitive head of his cock.

Tensing the muscles of his own thighs, he pressed them along Marx's erection, feeling it tremble against him, sent electricity through his body.

Marxus pushed his hips up, meeting the ever increasingly urgent thrust.

Movement for movement, thrust for thrust.

They shared the passion between them, their bodies sliding so easily over each other, until, with one thrust, their cots met for the first time, Pressing along each other.

The sensations moving through each of them were excruciatingly beautiful.

Their bodies raptured in pleasure as their fingers dug into each other's asses, desperately pulling at the soft flesh, forcing their bodies tighter against each other, their hips bucking in perfect time as their eyes met, holding their gazes.

The passion spreading between them was undeniable, planting their lips together, the hunger in their breath burning along their tongues as they entwined, Jake could feel it Marx, his orgasms swelling in his cock.

The sensation trembled into his own cock, forcing his orgasm to rise.

The warm caress of their camp moved between them as they erupted, and, seeing chronity spreading there, had come over their stomachs.

Panting gently, their gazes held what they enjoyed, the article of pleasure, a gentle throbbing the cocoon their bodies as they melted into one.

Jake's eyes opened as his cock irerupted in the tight embrace of his fingers, his cum spilling over his stomach, as he lost himself in the intensity of the memory, squeezing the last pulses have come from his cock, his body writhed gently under his touch.

He watched the movement to the ceiling fan, just as he had all those years ago, wondering what next, the pleasure moving through him proving beyond doubt there was no going back.

Things had changed forever he had changed.

Jade didn't know how long he lay therefore, it might have been an hour, maybe three.

Eventually he found his way to the shower, cleansed himself of everything before he dressed, and left the hotel.

The house he was raised in was only a few blocks away, and with time to kill before the reunion, this was another demon he could well do with burying while he was here.

He'd like to say the old house hadn't changed, but much like the relationship between him and his parents, the house had deteriorated to the point of collapse.

He knew his parents had passed a few years ago.

He never went to their funeral.

They had cut him out completely before he left, not willing to acknowledge he was still breathing.

It was strange, but looking at the house, he felt absolutely no emotion.

He thought he might care or be upset.

As it was, he felt empty and hollow just looking at the building.

His old bedroom still seemed to be painted in the same color as when he had left, probably even had his old posters up, but yet he felt nothing.

Continuing to walk through the town, he eventually found the old boat House.

Well that's what they had called it when they were teenagers.

It was a house at backed onto the river that passed through the town, and it had its own jetty, which wasn't that unusual.

It harkened back to a time when this town had money, when this town had success.

However, this particular house happened to be empty and derelict.

Like many other houses in the town would become.

This one's better days were far behind it.

The town had been built on iron, but as a manufacturer of cars had declined, it did nothing but rust.

Many families ending up inequity traps, couldn't leave to get another job, couldn't afford to stay, the houses they owned not worth the debt of the bank, and with little work in the town, it had become a haven for the forgotten minority.

God was the currency, and everyone subscribed to that, praying for a better day, a richer day.

It was exactly that close mind attitude that made him leave in the first place.

Bigots, every single one of them.

The old jetty still extended out into the river.

The fragrance of the salt sea air danced around him as he walked over the creaking timbers, the smell and the sound flooding his mind with so many memories.

His eyes scanned the jetty.

The old lobster cage still hung from the wood, perfect for calling beer in the water on a summer's day.

The long summer's afternoon had drifted away beautifully here, music dancing through the air, the laughter of friends, and that warm sun that seemed to scorch your skin when he rose out of the water from a swim.

Jade loved that river.

So many summer afternoons had been spent drifting on it with a raft, swimming across it, or just messing about in it.

The fact was, when he left, it was about the only thing he missed, especially after everything that had happened here.

He truly felt that most of his growing up had been done at this jetty.

The first time he touched the girl, intimately, the first time he tried weed, drank beer.

It was right here that he saw Marcus for the first time.

He didn't know, though, he was gay, until that moment, until he saw him rise from the river, the water dripping from his body in the afternoon sun.

His cock teasing against his way at shorts sent a wave of fantasies moving through him.

He never even knew he had desire that sent fireworks exploding in his mind as he watched him move on to the jetty.

God, he wanted him.

He had believed he was straight.

He had believed he was straight and things would get better as he and Claire got to know each other.

He had spent that night with Claire.

They had fucked until the morning, something they never did.

His cock had been so damn hard, and all night while he was inside Claire, pounding her innocent pussy, all he could think of was being inside Marcus.

He could almost look down and see him right there.

At one point in the night, he had rolled Claire over and taken her from behind.

His gaze watched her ass as he hammered inside her, her body trembling under the pounding of his cock, and all he could see was Marcus's ass trembling as he floked.

It got He came so hard that night, so many times Claire could barely walk The next morning, when she looked at him, cock eyed, he tried to remember what he had said.

His mind had been awashed with thoughts of Marcus, so there was no guarantee he didn't say something stupid.

But even now his cock throbbed the thought his body had been filled with the passion, a passion that would never leave him, a passion that would not be satisfied.

Watching the sun dip over the wide river, the breeze carried the strong fragrance of the sea air, somehow made stronger by the dusk, the salty around the circle.

Jake embraced him in those memories, silled them in.

Leaving the river behind him, Jake was aware he was procrastinating.

Now he was gone seven and the reunion had already started.

He had come all this way.

He had to finish it.

The walk to the reunion was only five minutes.

Nothing was ever far in this town, not far enough as far as Jake was concerned.

Music pumped through the walls of the old schoolhouse.

As he walked up the drive.

The shingle crackled under his feet.

Eventually he approached the old wooden doors.

Light flickered around the frame, somehow, making it pulse with life, as if the schoolhouse itself throbbed with life.

He had no intention of being here long.

Deliver the message and go, he reminded himself, pushing the doors open, light flooded the path, engulfing jac As he walked into the hall.

The music seemed to mark every step of his feet, as if it were announcing his arrival.

Some of the faces stared, recognizing Jake from all those years ago, from that night when everything changed the crowds, such as it was parted as he walked toward the stage.

They would have an awards ceremony this evening, what for it was twenty years ago.

At least the ones that deserved the awards for leaving this god forsaken place would not be here.

This lot was just trying to make themselves feel better that they had screwed their lives up by staying.

Within minutes, he was transported back twenty years.

He stood before mine Marcus, who seemed smaller, slighter than he was all that time ago.

Although his long dark hair had been cut back and he was gray, he looked attractive.

He still made Jake's cock go hard at the sight of him.

Jake cursed his body for its own weakness.

He couldn't deliver the message here, not now, Not with an erection pushing at his pants.

He would hardly have the same effect with a damn hard on pressing on his jeans.

Marcus turned and saw Jake for the first time.

His faded eyes lit up as if genuinely happy to see him.

He grinned from ear to ear and opened his arms wide, inviting him into a hug.

Jake could remember that chest and how comforting it felt, how tempting it was just to step forward and collapse into his arms, to be his pathetic little Jake again.

He just couldn't do it.

He wouldn't do it.

That of sacrifice had cost him everything all those years ago.

He would never cost him another penny.

The fire burned between them as their gaze is locked, electricity burning in the air, as attention from all those years ago sprung to life.

Jake couldn't help it, despite everything that had been.

His eyes drifted lower and settled firmly on mark as his swollen cock, the bulge in his pants as impressive now as it was then, as life changing.

Why on earth did he command so much attention from Jake?

It made no sense.

He literally felt on the edge of coming just watching him, just being stood in his presence.

He came here to put his demons to bed, and all they were doing was running ragged over him.

This was not going to plan.

He took a determined stepped forward, holding his breath, he simply whispered the jetty ten minutes.

They held each other's gazes for long moments.

The tension burning between them twenty years echoed through the hall twenty years, held everyone's breath in the hall, watching, waiting.

Their lips seemed to tremble, as if there were something they needed to do, but both were restrained.

Both men looked unsure of their position.

Jake turned and walked out of the room, deliberately not looking back, deliberately ignoring this burning sensation between his thighs, the damn fucking ache that would just not go.

The cold night air bit welcomingly at his body, clearing his mind.

Although the ache was still there, although he was more than aware of his pushing at his pants, he had it at least under control.

His thoughts were his own again and not dictated by his lust filled cock.

Looking up at the moon that hung idly in the sky, Jake began to doubt the wisdom of this whole plan.

Why the hell was he doing this?

Because it has screwed up your life ever since, a voice replied from deep within his mind.

Walking through the empty streets back to the boathouse, the dim street lights doing little to improve his mood.

Approaching the front yard to the old house, it suddenly seemed a lot gloomier, the memories of parties long gone.

In truth, it was a broken shell of a house that happened to back onto the river.

The gentle sounds of the river kissing the jetty posts drifted through the air an old ship's bell chi no one had ever managed to find it.

That said, no one had ever had enough enthusiasm to have a really good look.

The moon kissed the river as he walked along the jetty, the timbers creaking somehow louder in the dark of the night.

Squeezing his hands tightly and then releasing them to let go of some of the tension.

He took a deep breath of the salt laden air.

It smiled exactly the same as it had the night he left, The night he stood on this very jetty and confronted Marcus.

The night he was never told the truth.

Tonight he would get the truth that he would make sure of.

The timbers creaked behind him.

Without turning, he could sense Marcus's arrival.

His cock grew rigid at his very presence.

Fuck.

He wanted more control than this.

Turning.

The moon glistened in their eyes.

The fire kindled that had been simmering for twenty years.

Jake tensed and released his hands, slowly, preparing to speak So what will happen between Jake and Marcus?

How will this tension play out between them?

Well, you're just going to have to tune in next week to discover more.

So until then, and always with your pleasure in mind, this is Devil and Wild wishing you salacious dreams.

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