Written in Scars(12)

Waking in an unfamiliar bed, it took Sam just a fraction of a second to remember where he was, and he smiled. Logan lay behind him, spooned against his back, his semi-hard cock resting in the cleft of Sam’s arse. A strong, protective arm was wrapped around his chest. What a night. They had been insatiable, coming together for more, again and again.

In his eleven-year relationship with Johan, seven of them married, he had never cheated, not once, until last night. What a way to break his vows. Sex with Johan had never been like that. Logan knew exactly what to do: how to hold him and touch him, kiss him and caress him. His dick was big with a huge girth, but it didn’t hurt him once. Like an expert, Logan knew exactly how to use it. Teasing at first before easing it in, going slowly, giving Sam all the time he needed to get used to him, before increasing the pace. By that time Sam couldn’t get enough of it, grabbing Logan’s hips, begging him to fuck harder, faster.

Sam chuckled softly into the pillow. He’d lost it like never before, and he’d loved every second.

In one night they did it all. More than Sam had ever done anyway. Sex with Johan was almost none existent. With a huge array of men available on his phone, Johan had no interest in Sam. Their sex life amounted to the occasional wank and a sporadic, drunken fuck. Sam took more pleasure from his rubber butt-plug and right hand than he did from his husband.

But with Logan, a Pandora’s box of delight opened to him.

As Logan’s cock pressed against his tired but content butt, Sam recalled the highlights of the night and grew hard again. The time Logan squatted over his face, and Sam worshiped him with his tongue, alternating between Logan’s heavy balls and hairy arse-crack. The way Logan gasped and shuddered when he teased his tight hole. And Logan returned the favour; Sam lay on his back, knees raised while Logan buried his face in his butt. Oh yeah, every man must love that. Having his arsehole licked. It was the best thing one guy could do for another.

In the early days Johan had been keen on it, but it had been years since his mouth went anywhere near Sam’s butt.

Last night Logan couldn’t get enough.

So where did that leave them? Johan fucking anything he could on the side; Sam with his one-night stand. It hardly made them even. Besides, Sam didn’t sleep with Logan to get back at Johan. He wanted him. Logan was the most handsome, charismatic man he’d ever met. Sam went to bed with him because he’d never needed anyone as much before. Desire for Logan consumed him entirely. He couldn’t have stopped, even if he wanted to, which he most certainly did not.

Behind him, Logan’s cock roused from semi-stiffness to full hardness. Sam pressed his butt against it, relishing the heat, the strength, the size of that thing.

“Good-morning,” Logan said, pulling Sam even closer, so their bodies were tight.

“Morning.” He took Logan’s hand and moved it from his chest, to his own cock.

A soft laugh from the pillow behind him and Logan took him in a firm grip, jerking very gently. “Still keen, eh?”

“More than keen.” Sam thrust into his hand.

Logan’s face nuzzled into the small of his neck and pressed a kiss behind his ear. “This is nice. I wasn’t sure you’d still be here in the morning.”

Sam had no intention of leaving. He turned in bed, rolling Logan onto his back, before climbing on top of him. Sam straddling his hips, looking down at him with his cock still wedged into the crack of his arse. “Man, you look good first thing.”

With his raven black hair sticking up at bed-crazed angles, a good growth of stubble on that powerful jaw, and those intense green eyes gazing at him with a mixture of wonder, innocence and desire, it was like being in an amazing dream; one that didn’t end at the moment of waking. Sam put both hands on Logan’s chest, trailing his fingers through dark hair, exploring the muscle beneath, teasing the hard nipples that protruded through the hair.

Logan put his hands on Sam’s thighs, moving smoothly upwards, across his hips, avoiding his erection, to caress his trunk. His thumb traced the lines of scars on his abdomen. Only Johan had seen the scars in ten years, but with Logan, Sam felt entirely assured of them. No embarrassment, no self-consciousness; he opened his chest and arched his back, allowing Logan full exposure.

Logan’s hands reached his shoulders.

“Come here,” he said, gently pulling him down.

Sam leaned over him, belly to belly, chest against chest, and kissed.

Passion quickly consumed them. They squirmed and writhed and gripped each other’s brutally hard cocks.

Sam reached over to the dresser, for the strip of condoms and lube they left there last night. He threw the condom to Logan and poured lube over his fingers to prepare his rectum for the huge intrusion it was about to receive. When they were ready, he straddled Logan’s hips, pushing back until the broad head broached his wet opening. With Logan’s hands around his hips, their eyes locked in contact, Sam eased downwards, inch by inch, until there was no more of Logan to take. He had all of him.

They made love slowly, perfectly attuned to one another’s body, connected more deeply than just Logan’s cock inside him. When the climax came it was shattering; contractions rolling through Sam’s core as he sprayed rope after rope of hot white semen across Logan’s hairy chest. His most intense orgasm yet.

“Hungry?” Logan asked afterwards.

“Starving,” Sam said. “All that sex has worked up an appetite.”