THE SECRET CAVE

Title: THE SECRET CAVE
Author: batmouse
Genre: slash
Pairing: R/M (Nooo! Not her! I mean, Lord John Roxton / Edward Malone!)
Rating: FRAO
Summary: After an earthquake, Roxton and Malone find a secret cave and make an important discovery about each other and a secret that they need to keep.
Archive: Yeah, why not? It’s doin’ no good just laying there doin’ nothing. Just let me know, ‘kay?
Email: batmoused1st@yahoo.com
Series: Yes, please.
Notes: C-flat, D-minor.
Web Page URL: Huh? Whazzat?
Disclaimer: Datclaimer . . . or any ol’ claimer! Oh, alright! These guys ain’t mine an’ ain’t never gonna be! Y’happy now that y’made me cry?
Warnings: Man-on-man action. Words of love between two men. Declarations, kisses and of course, SEX! Or is it makin’ love? If this stuff turns you off, why’re you reading this!?! Go away! Besides, I ain’t got no beta . . . um, what’s a beta?


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THE SECRET CAVE
by batmouse

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The darkness was blacker than the blackest onyx and cold beyond what it should’ve been . . .

The stench of ancient millennia hung heavy in the silent air . . .

More ancient than remembered history . . .

No footfall marred the gathered dust . . .

Nor breath of man disturbed the unmoving air . . .

It was utter darkness . . .

Almost without end . . .

Unbroken for ages unknown . . .

Until . . .

Light . . .

Bright in the darkness, yet . . .

Dull and rusted . . .

A light that shone like blood splashed on the sun. A red burnished glow emanated from an oddly cut set of stones. The glowing stones fitted with others in a complex pattern, like a key in a lock.

The glow illuminated a vast rocky cavern, carved painfully from the living stone of the mountains around it, marking its place from atop a near two-story tall circle.

There came a sound of cold dense metal, hollowly crashing apart as the glowing stone suddenly shifted as if unlocking from the others, then the sound of heavy metal rotating, turning against metal. And the hiss of power as the metals ground together, passing one another. In the glow of the cut stones, the metal circle moved left to right, faint images of raised symbols on the metal surface outlined by the bloody light. A hiss and a slam and the metal circle stopped and the glowing stones seemed to clamp together, the first symbol had been found and locked firmly into place.

Elsewhere on the gray metal, another set of bloodstones shone. Like the first set, parted and the wheel turned with the same heavy sound, repeating the process to completion, again and again. Until the giant gray wheel had opened, hissed, spun seven times and clamped back into place as each symbol, like the digits to a combination of a vault, was located and marked.

Silence, but for less than a moment, then the stones flared as if in signal and a white brilliance poured from each stone, flowing like silver water toward the space in the circle’s center, filling it with liquid power. Once full, the flowing energy erupted out, plunging into reality. The liquidine force propelled itself out horizontally, in defiance of the laws of nature. The energy reached out in an extension of power, to freeze for a moment in time, before it flowed in reverse to refill the circle with a shimmering pool of blue light that rippled gently like a pool of water.

Unfortunately, the display of power and glory did not come without price. The heavy labored thrum and dark vibrations echoed down through the base of the spinning circle-wheel, transferring its power to the ground below. Its output of energy and strength sending spider webs of force reaching out, through the very earth that had held the giant wheel secure for many millennia. Wisps of strength touched pressures and fissures deep within the roots of the plateau that the mountain stood upon, causing shifts, cracks and stress. Immovable forces changed built and grew. Power that searched for and had to find release . . .

From the pool of energy, two giant figures emerged, humanoid in form, each carried long savage looking double-headed war clubs. Their heads were covered by large helmets, molded into the shape of wolves’ heads with shining grey eyes and their metallic boots clanged with the weighted mass of their furred bodies. They paused once they emerged from the light-pool to look around the vast chamber, checking for dangers or if anyone was present to greet them.

The dark chamber, lit by the pool of light, danced and shimmered, but was empty, save for the giant gray ring and a small altar-like podium affixed before the ring, like an altar.

The giant on the right turned to the other and touched a blue crystal on his chest and spoke in a garbled guttural language that sounded far older than it should have. They paused for a moment and listened. Each closed a four fingered and furred fist placed it over their heart in salute and bowed as one. They fell to a knee solemnly as if before purple-robed royalty or some ancient god borne of a dim and forgotten age . . .

“Hear and attend, world of the Tau’ri, your goddess, L’liath, Mother of all Darkness has returned to rule as legends foretold!” One of the giant warriors announced to the empty chamber, in the English language, of all things.

The pool of energy rippled again and two-dozen more wolf-head helmeted giant warriors emerged. These too knelt and bowed as two other figures came through the pool of light, one after the other. The first golden, cloaked and covered, was incredibly huge, taller than the warriors. The other, wrapped in silver, was taller than normal human height, but was shorter than their armored escorts. Both figures wore hooded robes that covered their bodies, hid their faces and even dragged on the stone floors.

They were followed by more of the wolf-warriors.

The richly-robed pair paused for a moment. The taller figure raised an arm and the cavernous chamber was filled with golden light, revealing the rest of the chamber, though of rough hewn rock, to be overly decorated in pounded gold.

“At last, He’Lah,” the taller figure turned to look at the shorter, “We stand on the home world of the Tau’ri, from here, will we find the golden child who will topple the thrones of heaven!”

And somewhere, deep within the bowels of the earth, something gave and a low growl issued as the earth gave a shrug, trying to re-settle itself.


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Lord John Roxton and the American Reporter, Ned Malone, had gone out hunting, as the tree house’s larder was getting low on meat and other supplies. Veronica had been making minor repairs to the tree house’s elevator, with some not-so-helpful suggestions from Professor Arthur Summerlee, while Marguerite assisted Professor George Challenger with some new experiments in the laboratory, which left Roxton and Malone pretty much to their own devices.

Hence, the idea to go hunting. They’d heard tales from local tribes of large mammals located to the south. Since neither wanted tag-a-longs, they kept the idea to themselves. If Challenger even suspected where they were heading and why, he’d want to go along so he could catalogue as many of the beasts as he could. Thereby blowing any chance of them bagging a meal. They told their friends that they’d be back in a few days. Sooner, if they got lucky.

They also kept secret that this hunting trip was to have a little private time way from the rest of the tree house gang, but there was no telling that to their housemates. Or why they needed to be alone. With each other.

On their way, they stopped to over-night at a cove on the Inland Sea, where they swam, fished and enjoyed themselves as only two men in love could. The next morning, they pushed on to where the mammals were said to roam. Refreshed from a peaceful night, they made good time and were soon on the trail of a herd of proto-deer, which Roxton re-named neer-deer. They almost looked like prong-horn antelope, but their horns were on their snouts.

Though a largish herd, the neer-deer were just beyond rifle range. Rather than warn the animals of their food gathering intentions, they decided to bide their time. A couple of kilometers along, the slow moving herd entered a stand of trees to browse on some leafy greenish low growing plants.

Seven doe-s, two yearlings, four fawns and one big buck. A very nice mouth watering lot of primitive venison if there ever was one.

Roxton and Malone, as carefully as possible, crept forward to get better shots. Roxton took aim, Malone doing the same. They’d hunted together often enough that they were now able to fire their weapons at nearly the same time. Giving them a better chance of hitting both marks, instead of hitting one and missing the other. Roxton grinned, this was too easy, it’d be like shooting fish in a barre—

The neer-deer froze, looking around skittishly. Something had alerted the multi-horned beasts to their danger, but what . . . ? Their big ears swiveled back and forth, listening intently. A couple of the odd creatures looked directly at the men and had obviously discounted them as any sort of threat. Whatever it was, they’d been disregarded. That proved it hadn’t been he or Malone that had alerted the neer-deer.

Besides, he trained Malone too well to . . .

“Listen!” Roxton barely heard Malone’s whisper as sky blue eyes darted at him, looking for direction in what he should do.

“Dammit all!” Roxton swore softly, when realization hit him. Everything had gone stone quiet. It seemed like the world was holding itself in fearful bone-numbing stillness.

Roxton suddenly whirled about and tackled Malone, who yelped at the unexpected action. Their guns had gone flying, as they hit the ground. The force with which Roxton tackled Malone had sent them rolling into the under-brush. Malone was about to complain sharply, when Roxton clamped a hand over the young man’s mouth.

At the same time, the neer-deer scattered, but not as a herd. They took off in every direction, in a frantic every-animal-for-itself kind way. A raptor landed where the men had stood mere moments before, then it darted off in a blind panic. A neer-deer in hot pursuit, as if it were chasing the deadly predator. Seeing that, the men locked eyes for a moment.

Around them, the jungle exploded in a flurry of motion. As dinosaurs, birds, mammals and flying reptiles of all sorts fled blindly. None going in the same direction.

A couple of times, they had to roll out of the way of some charging beast to avoid being trampled.

“Roxton! What’s going on?!?” Malone had a tight grip on the British Lord’s torso, as they rolled avoiding hooves, claws and paws, nearly choking on the rising dust clouds, “What’s happening!?!”

“Hold on, Malone!” Roxton hugged the younger man to his chest, as if he were a frightened child, “This is going to be bad!”

“What is it!?”

“Earthquake!!” As if just mentioning it made it happen, the ground started to rumble from way down deep, then it began to shake and tremble. It drew near, as if a massive beast were thundering down on them. At first, the ground just vibrated, then bounced. It built in intensity, tossing them about as if they were dice in a cup. The very ground flowed as if waves bound for shore. An eternity of fear later, the jungle settled down and the rumbling seemed to wander off into the distance.

Then came the listening silence, before the birds and wild life began to hesitantly call out as the jungle slowly returned to normal.

“Are you alright?” Malone asked, not at all surprised to see that the man he was laying on still wore his eternal hat.

“Aren’t I supposed to ask that?” Roxton smiled as his hands slid down, along Malone’s somehow naked back to encircle his slender white waist, then moved on to his trouser clad bottom.

“I think that depends on your point of view.” Malone had a pleasant smile and sparkling eyes, enjoying the loving grip on his back side, “After all, who’s the man on top of whom here?”

“I see your point, Ned,” Roxton grinned, his deep forest green eyes glittered with mischief, “you appear to have the advantage of me. Now, what’re you going to do about it?”

“Well, I . . . ah . . . um . . . yipe!” Malone squeaked as Roxton suddenly flipped them over. The older man came to rest atop the blonde, his legs between the younger’s. He thought that Malone had a cute scowl, though he wouldn’t mention it, after all, what man wanted to be called cute? Especially, when they had a cute scowl, “That . . . that wasn’t nice, John Roxton! It wasn’t nice at all!”

“Well, what do you expect?” Roxton smiled, enjoying the way Malone was wiggling about under him, “I’m a very, very naughty man!”

“Uh-uh.” Malone laughed. Roxton’s hands were on his sides, almost caressing his skin. And, for the first time, Malone had become aware that his shirt had somehow ridden up during the earthquake, until it was bunched up under his arms, exposing most of his torso, “You, Lord John Roxton, are a Nasty Man! I, on the other hand, am the naughty one around here! I keep letting you strip me buck naked and do all sorts of nasty things to me, that neither one of us want anyone else to find out about!”

“. . . and I’ve yet to run out of things I want to . . .” Roxton gasped, when Malone unexpectedly licked the older man’s neck and chin. Surprised, Roxton pulled back for a moment, then descended on the other man’s mouth. Giving him a scorching kiss, taking his breath away. After too short a time, they reluctantly broke the kiss, Roxton licked his lips, looking at his lover’s mouth, then up into his sky-blue eyes. He looked like he was thinking hard, trying to decide about something, while his thumbs idly played with Malone’s pink nipples. Ned gasped, then his breathing become deeper and color rose on his skin. Reluctantly Roxton made up his mind. With a sigh of regret, he let go of the young man and stood up, extending a hand to help Malone to his feet, “Unfortunately, we’ve far to go before it gets dark, so on your feet, Neddy-boy! We’ve got to find our weapons and head on back to the tree house!”

“What about the hunting?” Malone asked, his nipples and other body parts hard as he adjusted his clothing back to where they belonged. On his feet, he tucked his shirt back into his trousers, preparing himself for the long trip back to the tree house. Even though he wished the older man had continued to play with him until they were both sweaty and naked. He especially liked the naked-Roxton part. With the man in a sexy sprawl and lustfully fulfilled all over his chest . . . uhh, what were they talking about? Oh yeah, “Do you really want to go back empty handed? What’ll everyone think? It’s never happened before . . . has it? What’ll everyone say?”

“The earthquake changed all that. We should get back to the tree house and check-in. Make sure no one was hurt, see what was damaged and what has to be repaired.” Roxton dusted himself off, glancing around, looking for their guns, “Malone, have you seen our rifles?”

“Oh, I hadn’t thought of that.” Malone spotted their weapons and pointed them out to his lover.

“Well, come along, Ned,” Roxton retrieved their rifles, handing Malone his, before checking his own weapon, “We should get back to the tree house before there are any aftershocks. I don’t relish the idea of having to dodge any more beasties than I have to! Stampeding or not.”

“I’m right behind you, Lord Roxton!” Malone fell in-step behind the hunter, looking down to keep track of his footing and where he was going, “And I’ll watch your back, okay?”

“Malone, are you staring at my bum?” Smiling, Roxton asked a few steps later, keeping his attention on where he was going, not turning to look to see if Ned was indeed eyeing his butt.

“Oh, yeah!” Malone licked his lips, watching the rhythmic tightening and relaxing of each of the delicious orbs of Roxton’s trouser clad behind. He really liked what he saw.

“Then, keep up the good work, m’boy!” Roxton grinned happily. It seemed that whenever it was just the two of them, out doing something, or even when they did nothing, Malone was more open and not as shy and reserved as when he was around the rest of the tree house gang.


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“Now, what have we here?” Roxton paused, staring at a newly opened cliff face, out of which came a new small stream. The opening was large enough for a grown man to squeeze through. He felt a faint, but cool breeze wafting out against his face. After a moment, he leaned into the opening, “Well, what do you think of that?”

“’Think of what’ ?” Malone stepped close, his front pressed comfortably against Roxton’s back, his chin resting on Roxton’s shoulder, looking into the small cave’s opening.

“Follow me, Malone.” Roxton smiled over his shoulder and with a small follow me gesture, stepped into the cave. Malone glanced around, no one was in sight. He took a deep breath and stepped into the cave, following his dark haired lover.

Dammit. The things I do because I really liked following that man’s butt . . .

“Omigo - - “ Malone stopped once he was inside so his eyes could adjust. He stared wide-eyed at the small cavern’s beauty. The rocky walls, stalactites and stalagmites were covered in phosphorescent greenish glow. Strange flowers and mosses decorated the walls, each glowing with a different hue, calling to mind the beauty of a starry night. He saw strange tree-like plants. Around the bases of which, was a thick undergrowth of other plant life. Most amazing of all was the calm pool of water near the cave’s center. It was so beautif - he glanced around. Where the hell was . . . “ROXTON!”

“Not so loud, Ned,” Roxton re-emerged from behind a grouping of bushes, like Malone, had his hands covering his ears. Once the echoes died down, he began to fiddle with the front of his trousers, “The echoes are louder in here for some reason.”

“Sorry, but you just disappeared.” Malone’s voice softened, after noticing the obvious reason he didn’t see Roxton at first. He smiled sheepishly, then looked around the cavern, “Can you believe this place? It’s incredible!”

“And, if not for that earthquake, we wouldn’t’ve found it!” Roxton looked around the cavern with a smile, then grinned, “From my quick search, this cave is completely secluded. We could keep it our secret, you know,” he shrugged, “for emergencies. It seems safe enough.”

“Safe enough for what?” In answer, Roxton stepped closer to him, licked a finger then slid it down the side of Malone’s face. Showing him the resulting layer of dirt that had come off of his skin. Malone grinned, then quickly shrugged off his backpack and dropped it to the ground.

“Apparently,” Roxton took Malone’s rifle and put it with his in a safe place, before returning to his handsome young lover, “Not only are you a very, very naughty boy . . .” He had a mischievous glint in his eye. Always a good sign that the man was up to something and that usually meant something naughty. He slid his hands inside Malone’s vest, caressing the hardening nipples, before traveling up to his shoulders. He gently nudged off the young man’s vest, letting it drop to the ground, “. . . but you’re a dirty one as well. And, I think something needs to be done . . .” He closed in for a not-so-quick not-really-chaste kiss, “. . . about that. Don’t you?”

“Well,” Malone returned the kiss with a playful smile, ready for more, “just what do you think should be done?”

“Oh, I’ll think of something . . .” Roxton nibbled Malone’s neck as he tugged the young man’s shirt from his trousers. He slipped Malone’s suspenders from his shoulders and lifted the shirt. It came off easily, leaving Malone’s hair mussed, making him look nicely rumpled. That look made Roxton sweetly warm in a nice sexy place. They drew closer together, melding into a gentle, yet hard and passionate kiss. Roxton’s fingers again found the small bite-able nipples. He teased them gently, rolling them between index finger and thumb, before his hands wandered farther south. After he worked open Malone’s trousers, he slid his hands inside, slipping them down and around, until he had a firm ivory buttock in the palm of each hand. His tongue explored Malone’s mouth, enjoying the taste of the young man as they molested each other.

Damn, but did Malone know how to kiss! He worked the open pants down, until they were at mid-thigh height.

Malone held onto Roxton, while they kissed, grinding his naked erection into Roxton’s still clothed crotch. Roxton’s hands felt good on his flesh. Ghosting up, his sides, then down, again. Gripping, groping and molding his body. The feel of hard worked callused hands on his skin, only heightened his passion to a white-hot flame for the half-naked man.

Roxton lowered him to the ground, not breaking their kiss while they slowly changed position. At last, horizontal, Roxton lay atop his lover’s body. His desire notched up from the feel of Malone’s impassioned body writhing sweetly beneath him.

“Yesssss . . .” Malone hissed, head thrown back at the gentleness of the kisses along his jaw line and neck. Roxton nibbled and softly bit his way down. Kissing here and there, licking and gently biting. On his hands and knees, he crawled backwards, downward, toward the young man’s feet. He paused long enough to taste his lover’s pebbled nipples, blazing a trail down the pale sensitive flesh of his abdomen to his navel. The young man, his arms cast outward, was near mindless with lust as he writhed and squirmed under the experienced oral assault of his lover. With his eyes closed and his head tossing about, he softly whimpered his easy surrender.

“Is that for me?” Softly asked. Malone moaned softly, as Roxton’s hot breath tortured his long ivory member. He gasped when his cock was licked, from just below his testicles. The tongue lightly dragged up the underside of his heated flesh to the sensitive crown, where it lay just to the right of his navel.

Lord John opened his mouth just enough, so his lips encircled the velvet cock head in a nice tight fit. He kept up a firm constant sucking pressure on the pale hardness as his mouth slid down its length, taking his lover to the root of his manhood.

It always amazed Roxton how Malone got lost in the waves of passion and seemed to lose his vocal abilities. He’d moan, groan and whimper with soft a pleading voice, begging for . . . more, Roxton, more . . . yes, yes, Roxton, yes . . . omigod John, do that again . . . or . . . harder, harder Lord John . . . deeper, yes . . . again, again . . . but, barely above a whisper. Amid small shuddering gasps and incoherencies, he was often dragged to any number of shattering climaxes. Still, he was never loud, even when spilling his seed. Roxton always wondered why gentle lovemaking made Malone nearly catatonic. Whenever they were occupied with sex, you could stage a running hand-to-claw battle with a herd of raptors and Malone wouldn’t notice. They made love often and Malone got vocal, yes, but was never loud about it. He knew he’d get his answer, if he’d just ask the young man, but he didn’t see the need. Perhaps, Malone was just the quiet type, when it came to . . . cumming.

“Nonononono . . .” Malone softly pleaded, when Roxton’s warm lips released him. Rising up onto his knees to stare down at his sprawled lover Roxton picked up one leg and pulled the boot free, then the other. All the while undressing Malone, as the man come back to earth. Roxton took the cuffs of his lover’s trousers and tugged. He slid Malone’s socks off with the pants, leaving the blonde man lying naked before him.

“Why is it, I always end up completely naked,” Malone’s voice was soft and playful, while his organ was fully erect and ready to play, “While you, for some reason, are always still fully clothed?”

“Unwritten law?” Roxton licked his lips hungrily, as if he were a starving man and Malone, a succulent meal laid out before him. His long legs spread wide and Roxton kneeling between them. He grinned. He couldn’t resist, “Besides, God decided you looked best, when you’re laid out like this, without a stitch on.”

“Lord John Roxton, you are so full of shiii—ohhhmigawwwd!” At that moment, Roxton leaned down and swallowed Malone to the root. That quickly and effectively put a stop to his comments about his lover’s admiring statements. He sucked hard on the man’s cock head, before pulling back and plunging again to his pubic hairs, then did it again. Again and again. Roxton liked the feel of the long organ sliding deep into his throat. Malone’s slender hips bucked slightly to meet his lover’s sucking mouth. Malone’s head rolled back and forth on the soft ground, lost in mounting desire.

Distracting him with his mouth, Roxton reached for and snagged the small tightly sealed leathern pouch he’d taken to carrying ever since Malone began allowing him to play with his body. He dipped his fingers into the pouch and greased his digits. Then, as he deep throated Malone, he slowly pushed two fingers up inside the blonde’s rectum. Malone exhaled breathily, as the fingers went into him knuckle deep, shuddering at the sensation. With small gentle movements of his fingers, Roxton began abusing the moaning man’s prostate while he sucked.

Nearly incoherent, Malone was making small needy sounds, his hips began making short pumping movements into Roxton’s mouth, while trying to get his lover to stimulate him some more. His own hands clutching at the soft earth beneath him, he rode the fingers deep inside him. The sensations began building, higher, tighter. His breaths were reduced to small puffs of air that came quicker and quicker. He suddenly stiffened and erupted with a long drawn out breathy exhalation as he filled Roxton’s mouth with semen. John tried his best not to drown, as his mouth was filled to near over-flowing. Malone’s eyes had become glassy and distant. Except for his hips, he was motionless, while his body shuddered out his essence.

His cock slipped easily from Roxton’s mouth, his body relaxed into a sweaty Malone-shaped puddle, still lost in the sensations of his lover gently stroking his prostate. He crawled up until his mouth met Malone’s and gave the young man a deep kiss, sharing the large amount of cum he held in his mouth.

“Mmmmmmm . . .” Malone was boneless, while he was fed his own seed. He shuddered as post-orgasm tremors ran through his body . . . and the continued stroking of his prostate.

“My turn?” Roxton asked softly, the blonde happily sated, nodded.

“Oooh, yeah . . .” Malone gave him a dazed sexy smile, breathing hard as he slowly came back to reality. Roxton sat back, between Malone’s wide spread legs, grinning as he freed his aching member from its painfully cloth-bound prison. His lover watched him with lust-darkened eyes. He slicked himself up and then lifted Malone’s legs. He placed them comfortably over his shoulders, while he aligned his manhood with Malone’s opening, staring into the other’s darkened blue eyes, waiting for the signal to begin.

He nodded.

Licking his lips, Roxton steadied himself, before he slowly began to press his manhood into Malone’s accepting warmth. He was relentless as he gently drove himself in. Malone growled a long groan of desire until his body fully accepted his lover‘s thick length of manhood. Again, Roxton paused while Malone got used to the size of what was up inside him.

“Move, dammit.” Malone roughly whispered, grabbing the back of Roxton’s thighs, scrubbing himself against his lover’s pubic bone.

Lord Roxton smiled and slowly withdrew himself, until at the last moment, reversed directions. He plowed slow and long, his skill reawakening the young man’s desires. Roxton’s hooded length was driving him to madness with pleasure. Enjoying the loving anal assault, Malone wasn’t at all surprised when his flaccid length began to harden and grow with renewed vigor as his lover again lay claim to his body.

“Huh-uh, mine.” Roxton caught Malone by the wrists and pinned them by his shoulders, when the young man tried to reach for his own weeping hardness. His gaze lost in the crystal blue of Ned’s eyes, John Roxton kept up the slow relentless fuck. A slow easy withdrawal. A pause. Then, an easy plunge back in. Once buried, a deeper push and a rotate of the hips. The young man would gasp. Another rotate and a hiss.

“Please, John, let me . . . I need to . . . I need . . . you to . . .” Malone whispered, trying to escape but was helpless at his body’s betrayal. He was too weakened by lust to do anything except lie there and endure the sensual torture. He gasped breathlessly each time Roxton drove into him. His lover’s hooded large-ness continuing to lovingly pummel his prostate, increasing the urgent need inside him. Every veiny bumpy stroke of Roxton’s cock was torturously dragging the near senseless man to his second orgasm, never allowing him to touch himself.

“Touch me, Lord John . . . touch me, please . . .” He was sweating enough to wash away the dust, Malone was almost able to see eternity. His breathing was shallow and quickening as he neared a second orgasm.

“You look impossibly sexy when you’re like this Neddy-boy.” Roxton’s voice was tender, yet deep with desire as his made love to the American Journalist, who lay sweaty and almost catatonic under his ministrations. Malone whimpered, his body growing tense and almost frantic with need . . .

Suddenly, Malone drew a deep breath and stilled.

The first time he’d brought the boy to climax, Roxton thought he’d killed the young man, but soon enough he learned that it was only what happened, when Malone was cumming. He’d go silent and still, sometimes taking small little gasps each time his body pulsed, releasing his essence. Other times, he’d exhale a long breathy scream, but always, silent. He’d end up, every time, with a liberal coating of hot white cum, spilling onto his smooth chest and stomach, or filling Roxton’s mouth.

His anal muscles clenched tightly around Lord Roxton’s buried cock, making the man think that the younger was trying to ‘chew off’ his member. Roxton let go of Malone’s wrists and took his legs in hand. He held his spent lover behind the knees, almost folding the man in half. Bracing himself, he began to fuck powerfully, plunging deep, driving himself hard, intent on achieving his own orgasm. Malone moaned at the beating his prostate was enduring.

At last, Roxton felt his passions building, until release caught him. With a cry, he arched his back as he pumped Malone full of his lust. His own body began to clench and jerk with each pulse of his escaping seed, pressing deeper into the blond man. As the last of his orgasm passed, he collapsed on top of Malone, in a boneless sprawl. An exhausted spent wreck of a man, breathing hard. He’d let go of Malone’s finely haired legs, which immediately closed and encircled Roxton’s waist, holding the man in place.

“Damn, Malone,” He huffed, raising onto his elbows above the younger man, his cock still inside him, “You are one incredible fuck!”

“I . . . I’m only as good as the man I work with.” Malone smiled tiredly, almost feeling human, again. Roxton leaned down for a chaste kiss. Malone grinned, then gave him a bigger smile and embraced him. He tugged as Roxton’s shirt collar, raising his eyebrows, amused, “How long are you going to leave your clothes on?”

“I can fix that!” Roxton grinned eagerly. His manhood still connected, he rose up and scrambled out of his clothes. Soon, he was as naked as his lover, all done without disconnecting from Malone’s comfortable butt.

Malone reached up and pulled Roxton down to him for a long leisurely kiss. As usual neither man wanted their touching to end and held onto each other. One or the other mumbling about the feel of the other’s body, their skin and the connection they felt.

Through it all, Roxton slowly, gently moved his slightly softening cock. Sometimes, fucking, others just grinding himself around in his lover’s welcoming heat. Until at last, he was driving the healthy young man to climax one more time. Both were breathing hard, gasping for air and grinding against one another as their passions built and finally over flowed, to leave them sated and calm.

They didn’t seem to mind that they’d lain there, unmoving for what seemed like hours, simply enjoying the touch of the other man. But, at last, as with all good things . . . Roxton slowly lifted his head and found his lover’s soft lips and gently tasted, then sighed . . .

“C’mon, Malone, let’s get our baths.” Roxton broke their kiss, “We’ve a ways to go before we get back to the tree house.”

“What,” Malone teased, “I thought you liked moonlit walks!”

“Oh, I do, Malone, I do!” Roxton gently pulled his semi-erect cock from his lover, who gasped as the large-ness left his anus. Roxton sat back on his heels and Malone sat up. He reached for and grasped Roxton’s still enlarged organ and slowly pumped it, making the man shudder, “I’m just a bit careful, when large lizards might be around.”

“Wow,” Malone smiled at the hooded phallus as he slowly worked the foreskin back and forth over John Roxton’s thick member. The size of the man’s cock made his hand look small, “I still can’t believe how long it takes you to lose your erection after you’ve cum.”

“I’ve always been like that.” He shrugged at the hand moving on him, then lifted his eyes to look into Malone’s, “Are you complaining about how my body reacts to you?”

“Heck, no! No complaints here!” Malone leaned forward and met Roxton’s mouth, “Nope! Not me. Not one complaint. I’m happy as a clam. Happier, if you need to ask!”

“On your feet.” Roxton grinned, taking his hand and helped him to stand, though he, himself, stayed on his knees. At Malone’s questioning look, Roxton smiled, “Just want to tidy you up a little.”

Roxton began licking. Up along Malone’s white muscular thighs, to his testicles, taking each into his mouth. Releasing them, he swallowed the length of ivory cock, sliding it slowly deliciously into his mouth, enjoying the unique taste. Gently lapping up the other man’s sexual essence, swallowing his cooling semen. He gave the crown a soft kiss, before moving up Malone’s body. Over his abdomen, his navel, chest, then mouth. Not surprised when the white circumcised manhood began to thicken and lengthen in his slowly stroking grasp.

“You have an incredibly short recovery time, Mr. Malone.” Roxton leaned back, gently squeezing and pulling on the young man’s renewing erection, looking up into the darkened blue eyes, “And that, after you’ve shot off, three times! It’s almost enough to drive a man mad with lust!”

“Well, I have to keep up with the man with the unending erection, Lord John.” Malone bent down and grasped Roxton’s own still considerable organ, “You’re sex-drive’s enough to test any man’s endurance!”

“If we keep this up,” Roxton found that he wanted to continue, “We’ll never get to that bath and we just might have to spend the night . . . somewhere . . . private.”


~~~oO0Oo~~~


“You know, Roxton,” Malone resurfaced and shook off the excess water, “It might not be a bad thing, to spend the night somewhere. It’d give me a chance to practice making an ape-nest.”

“Well, yes, we could, Malone,” Roxton floated by, “but it’s got me wondering if I somehow made a mistake showing you how African apes built nests to sleep in.”

“How so?” Puzzled.

“I mean, do you . . . have you developed an unexpressed yen for the hairy chimp-type of man that you’ve neglected to tell me about?” Roxton grinned, waggling his eyebrows.

“Nah,” Malone splashed Roxton, “You’re the only man I want to monkey around with! Besides, having sex in the trees is just an added bonus of having sweaty animal sex with you! Especially, when you go ape all over me!”

“Speaking of sex,” Roxton drifted over, leering, “Can I fuck you, again?”

“How do you want me?” He stood up in the mid-thigh deep water, his shiny wet skin making Roxton’s heart pound. Besides, he liked the way his ass felt, after he and Roxton got frisky.

“Just the way you are.”

“But, this time,” Malone caressed his neck and chest, “No biting, I’ll look like I fell in a lake of leeches!”

“Sorry, Neddy,” Roxton drifted closer, “it’s just that I really like attaching myself to you!”

“Well,” Ned began, “do you have to . . . ohhhhhh yeah!”

Malone lost his train of thought when John Roxton attached himself to the young man’s lower appendage.


~~~oO0Oo~~~


Roxton lay sprawled across Malone, his head pillowed on the man’s pale, but muscular chest. Neither wanted to give up the touching. They gave each other the barest of caresses. The gentlest of kisses. With his legs draped over and intertwined with his lover’s and his very slowly softening cock up against Malone’s thigh, Roxton moved his head over and licked at a nipple, enjoying the light salty taste. The nipple hardened.

Malone sighed heavily.

“Uh-oh.” Roxton closed his eyes as if to hide from a coming pain, “I know the sound of that sigh and I know what it means.”

“Oh?” Malone looked at Roxton with raised eyebrows, “And what does my sighing mean?”

“That particular sigh means you’ve been thinking, again.” Roxton turned his head, then burrowed himself face first into Malone’s underarm as if he could hide there and his muffled voice continued, “Now, you’re going to spew your thoughts all over me . . . and I’m going to be bowled over by how right you are.”

“I . . . I’m going to be right?” Malone looked at Roxton . . . well, the top and back of the man’s head, since he was currently hiding in his armpit, “And, what do you mean, spew? And, would you quit sniffing my underarms? Somebody might think that you like to smell me!”

“I like the way you smell! It makes me feel warm all over!” His voice muffled, Roxton suddenly gripped Malone’s waist as the blonde began laughing and squirming, trying to escape the onslaught.

“Roxton! Roxton! I’m not going to forget!”

“Oh, you’re no fun.” Roxton’s face popped out of his lover’s armpit with a sigh and met Malone’s steady gaze.

Roxton’s mouth popped open wide, reminding Malone of a mischievous little boy. He descended with child-like quickness to attached himself to one of Malone’s nipples and started nibbling and suckling for all he was worth, as if his life depended on it.

“Oooo, that feels good.” Malone held onto his lover’s damp head, “But, it won’t change anything.”

Hearing that, Roxton seemed to collapse, his mouth still clamped onto Malone’s chest, as if he’d given up, knowing a lost cause when he was one. He’d been dreading the coming conversation. He knew it could very well mean the end of the physical part of their relationship. To show no hard feelings, and the hope he could continue later, he licked his finger and dragged it across the stiff little nipple, in an ‘X’ pattern. He looked at the slightly wet nipple and nodded, as if at a job well done.

“What was that for?” Malone grinned at what Roxton had done.

“Just marking my place.” Roxton crossed his arms over Malone’s chest, setting his chin on the forearms, “Now, let’s get on with it. What’s on your mind?”

“It’s about our agreement.” Malone pillowed his head on an arm, “You know, the one we made about the stress-relief sex?”

“Is something wrong with it?” Eyebrows rose.

“Well . . . kind of . . .” Malone shrugged, his fingers playing with strands of Roxton’s hair, “I’m not complaining. I mean, the sex is great! Mind-blowing even . . . but, do you think we really have that much stress? It’s just that we seem to have a lot of sex. Every chance we can get alone. Not to mention all of those secret looks, smiles, touches,” this was said with a smile, “and when you grab my butt right in front of the others and they can’t see what you’re doing. Massaging my front . . .”

“Do you want me to stop?” He looked so much like a little boy who’d been told he couldn’t play with his favorite toys. The very sight hurt Malone’s heart. Roxton was pouting as he traced small designs on Malone’s chest, looking for the entire world like he really didn’t want to stop. He liked touching Malone. And, boy-howdy, he really liked the sex.

“Hell no!” Malone took Roxton’s hand and placed it on his not quite soft-slightly weeping post-sex erection. Roxton smiled with relief, when he’d been given proof that Malone really liked being touched and really liked the sex. Roxton happily began to play with his favorite toys.

“Then, what’re you going on about?” Roxton gently tugged on Malone’s organ, feeling it growing harder and longer.

“I . . . I think . . .” Malone cleared his throat. Now came the hard part, “I think, I’m getting more involved that we intended.”

“What do you mean, Ned?” Roxton’s eyes popped open, staring directly at Malone, his hand had stopped moving and Malone thought it was all over. Roxton’s deep sea-green eyes looked puzzled? Concerned? He wasn’t sure what Roxton was feeling.

“I think, I . . . I love you.” After a moment, he looked up and stared into the depths of Roxton’s warm expressively beautiful eyes . . . and found that he couldn’t read anything in them. It was quickly becoming apparent that Roxton was just in it for the sex. Malone wondered if Roxton would want to continue having sex with him, knowing how the man felt about . . .

“Thank God.” Roxton breathed, then stretched up to place a gentle kiss on his lips. Malone was amazed at how much raw emotion, passion and want Roxton could put into so small a gesture. A slight grazing of lips, really, but touching him so much . . . deeper.

“You . . . you . . . you feel that way, too?” Eyebrows up.

“You bet.” Roxton smiled with relief and glanced down at Malone’s thoroughly erect cock, then back up at those blue eyes he enjoyed getting lost in. He felt happier than he had been in a long time. “Why do you think I was getting as much sex as I could? I was afraid one day you’d get tired of me and go find Veronica, so I was storing up memories for when I’d be a lonely old man and you wouldn’t want me anymore.”

“And I thought I was the lucky one,” Malone grinned, relieved, “because you had this obsession with my lily-white butt! You do tend to strip me naked and bend me over . . . a lot!”

“Well . . .” Roxton grinned, his eyes sparkling, “have you ever gotten a good look at your bum?”

“No, why would I want to look at my butt?” Malone laughed, “I mean, it’s just something I sit on!”

“Well, from my point of view, its magnificent!” Roxton stroked Malone some more, scooting down his body, “But, I think I’m starting to develop an obsession for this!”

“Developing?” Malone ran a hand through Roxton’s hair, “I think you’ve been trying to suck my brains out of what you’re pulling on”

“I can’t help it,” Roxton was focused on pulling on Malone’s cock, “it calms me down. Besides, you taste delicious.”

“You’ve tasted my cum before, haven’t you?” Playful.

“Yes, where’ve you been?” More playful and with a scowl, Roxton took a quick lick at the head of Malone’s cock.

“OOP!” Grin, “You are a cruel man.”

“You know, I think we should make ourselves a bigger bed and divide the room off for privacy.” Roxton paused with a shrug, “I don’t think Challenger would want a front row seat to our constant love making, but then, he might want to join in! But, I won’t let him. If he wants a sexy reporter, he’ll just have to go find one of his own! I am not sharing you!”

“I don’t think we should . . .” Malone bit his lower lip, “tell the others.”

“What? Why?” Concern.

“I . . . hate to say it,” Malone was trying to get some friction going again, started thrusting his hips in the hand gripping him, “but . . . we shouldn’t let the others know . . . about us.”

“But, why?”

“What feels right, here . . . to us,” Malone swallowed, “I don’t think any of the others’d like knowing we . . . er, you and I . . .”

“Constantly go at it like a couple of sex-crazed minks?”

“Yeah.” Blush, “And, back home. If . . . when people find out about us . . . Well, mostly, me. My career as a reporter will be over. I . . . don’t know what I’ll do to survive. To support myself.” Malone stared at the phosphorescence of the chamber’s ceiling. He could almost make out starry constellations in the glow, “And, I don’t know what it’d be like for you.”

“Being a British Lord,” Roxton stroked slowly, “I’m allowed eccentricities . . . but, I understand that we’ve got to keep this our secret, even though I don’t like it.”

“I don’t think Veronica would mind,” Malone shrugged, noting Roxton’s sad expression, “She wasn’t raised by either of our societies, but the others? They’re too much the products of our lives and times.” Malone’s hips were moving with Roxton’s hand, “You know, John, I’m having a rather difficult time thinking with you tugging on that.”

“I thought so.” Roxton sat up, but continued to stroke Malone, “So, that means there’s only one thing to do, when you’re brain is having such a hard time thinking. I’ll just go on doing things with your pull-toy.”

“What’re you talking about?” Malone asked, concerned when Roxton released him and turned away. He couldn’t see what the man was doing, though he did enjoy the nice view of Roxton’s back and long slender waist, “And what do mean, my pull-toy?”

“I’m talking about this . . .” Roxton turned back and grabbed Malone’s cock, slicking it up, “. . . and making sure we’ve got a lot of memories to keep us warm on those nights we can’t be together! And, I’m going to start by doing something I’ve never done with you!”

“What’s that?” Malone was surprised, when Roxton straddled his hips and prepared himself to sit on Malone’s slicked up erection, “Roxton, are you sure you want to do this? If you’ve never done it before . . .”

“You needn‘t worry about me, Mr. Malone. I‘m a British Lord! You‘d be amazed at what I can do” Lord John Roxton had a real charming expression of intense concentration and struggle, as he began to slowly impale himself on Malone ivory flesh. He grunted, when the cock head popped inside him. A pained expression flashed then was gone. He rested a moment, then with some heavy breathing and fixed manly determination, slowly pushed himself down on Malone’s length.

With a deep groan, that Malone wasn’t sure was pleasure or pain, he watched his lover accept his phallus. His chest started to shine with a thin layer of sweat and the British Lord’s muscles began to appear more defined and accentuated in the phosphorescent glow of the cave’s unique lighting.

Roxton bit his lip as the heavy thickness of the young man’s length entered him. He imagined that he could feel each and every vein and bump along the shaft. It felt different than when he had Malone’s manhood buried in his mouth. The veins along the shaft felt larger, bigger than they usually did. And talk about the thickness of the young man’s flesh!

Not even back in Africa, when . . . no, this was Malone. Edward. Ned. Neddy-Boy. My lover. My beautiful lover with a damn bigger than hell . . . Oomph! Damn! The boy was . . . oh, jeez, that thing is big . . . gifted!

He felt so damn full! And, he only had about half, maybe less of Malone’s length within him! He wasn’t sure if he could take the whole thing, but for Malone, he’d sure as hell give it his best! As it was, the mass seemed to be stretching him wide open. Farther than a man should be opened. He groaned, again. He felt almost painfully impossibly full! But . . . there was no pain, well not really anything he could identify as pain. He just felt . . . stretched wide . . . and . . . and Malone liked this feeling? He closed his eyes, rolling his head back from the sensations going on inside his body. Not pain. Not really.

God! What was that!?! That felt . . . gooooood! He moved his hips again. Yes! It happened again! Damn that felt good! I’d almost forgotten!

He had to have that feeling again! But, not now. If he carried on, he’d cum and he wanted to play around with this some more! Who could’ve known that it’d feel so damn good having Malone’s length and huge-ness inside him!

Malone was having an even more difficult time of it, entering into Roxton’s heated tightness wasn’t an easy task and it was an amazing turn on! The feel of the Roxton’s flesh holding him hard and still. He wanted to move, but was afraid to, even as he fought with himself to lie still. Roxton was doing this and he’d be damned if he’d ruin it by just taking off like a freight train. Doing that would surely convince his lover to never let himself be fucked again. A little more inched in.

Oh, God. The young man almost shot his load right there. I just realized. I’m about to fuck Lord Jonathan Roxton in the ass!

Something Malone had been sure he’d never experience and the fantasy was nowhere near the eroticism of the reality. The grip on his manhood, as he entered his lover for the first time. The groaning, more of pleasure than anything else . . . Roxton’s head thrown back as he moved his hips, rotating himself to help loosen his opening and accept more Malone’s ivory phallus. No matter how many times he’d imagined it and jacked off to the dream, seeing . . . feeling it happening for real was way beyond any imagined sexual encounter . . .

Oh God, how I’ve dreamt of fucking Roxton for real! Malone hoped he wasn’t dreaming. And if I am, I hope I won’t wake up . . . yet, not for a looooong time!

Roxton, with just a little under half of Malone’s length inside him, he couldn’t take much more of this. With the large-ness opening and stretching him, he felt like he was about to cum. He was just starting this and he didn’t want it to end so soon. He’d been sure that Malone’s maleness was going to rip him wide open, but he reasoned that if Malone could accommodate his huge-ness, without any tears or blood (let alone screaming fits of pain, but he wasn’t going to mention that part.), then he was sure he could accept Malone up his bum. But, damn, the young man was . . . manly! Still, through the hurt of first entry, he could feel Malone’s member rubbing across something inside him.

. . . And it felt . . . Gooooooood! More, it was really turning him on! In fact, it felt like more! He needed more of Malone inside his bum.

“Ohhhh, bloody hell!” He took a deep breath and forced Malone’s cock the rest of the way up inside him, as he sat down full force on Malone’s pelvis. The massiveness plundered in and was quickly buried deep, slamming into his prostate. All of Malone was inside him and the fully stuffed sensations made Roxton spill his load of semen as soon as he was fully impaled. He cried out in stunned passion as his essence splashed Malone’s face, trailed down the man’s neck, across his chest then stomach. His torso involuntarily jerked and his anus clenched Malone tightly with his every impassioned spasm as he emptied himself. Roxton almost collapsed on Malone’s chest.

“Roxton!” Malone cried in fear, grabbing Roxton’s ass and almost sitting up, when his lover had suddenly impaled himself on his erect penis, burying it completely inside himself.

He’d forgotten why the idea getting bum-fucked could be so appealing to men who enjoyed other men. For himself, he knew he wouldn’t mind taking it up the bum again, especially if the one taking his bum was his apparently naturally talented lover.

“Oooooooo, Ma-lone . . .” Breathing hard, Roxton stared into his lover’s blue eyes, his own darkened eyes wide, his voice low and sexy, rotating his hips. Enjoying the stroking his prostate was receiving, “Why didn’t you tell me you always felt like this!? I’d’ve tried this a bloody long time ago!”

“Are you alright?” Concern, ignoring the ample amount of semen that had been sprayed across his cheek, neck and chest, “Are you hurt?”

“At first,” Roxton’s chest was heaving, as if he’d just escaped a t-rex, “but, it feels good . . . full. Really full. I want to know, why is it you feel longer and bigger around than you really are, when I’m sitting on your cock, then when I’m sucking on you?”

“You could’ve hurt yourself!” Malone advised, stroking Roxton’s ass, “Next time, let me prepare you!”

“I wanted it to hurt some.” Roxton was still smiling, “I want it to feel like you own me. Like you really took me. Made sure I wasn’t a virgin back there!” Roxton leaned forward, looking Malone in the face, “Now, I just need you to do one more thing for me, Malone.”

“What’s that?” He smiled back, his hands still cupping Roxton’s ass. Roxton’s smile told the young man that even though the British Lord had just spilt his seed, he didn’t want to end this too soon.

“Don’t just lay there! Move!” Roxton ordered in a voice that was anything but lordly in its commands, as he began rolling his hips, groaning at the new and exciting sensations.

In a situation like that, Malone did the only thing he could, he moved. Slowly, at first, then he began moving his hips a little faster as he was building up speed. It became quickly apparent that the British Lord thoroughly enjoyed getting fucked. He was cheering, expressing his pleasure, demanding to know if Malone was having the time of his life, too. Roxton’s long hooded cock had began to harden and grow again, reaching its full length. He couldn’t believe it! The big beefy English Lord was having way too much fun riding another man’s cock and he was getting really loud about it! The echoes were getting deafening, though Roxton didn’t seem to notice the noise.

Malone reached up and pulled him down into a kiss, not just to taste him, but to stifle him as well! It didn’t take long, with both experiencing something so new and completely brain shattering. Roxton raised his hips just a little and embraced Malone, kissing him deeply, while the younger man’s hips drove his erection in and out of him, pummeling his sex button. All the while, his own hard cock was rubbing hard against his young lover’s abdomen, bringing him closer and closer to his second climax.

At last, Roxton broke free of Malone’s lip lock and sat up straight on the man’s thrusting pelvis and cried out his lust as his untouched manhood swelled and throbbed with his need. Then with a jerk of his upper body, his boiling seed flooded out of him, splashing again onto Malone’s heaving flesh, leaving extra trails of thick milky white seed across the reporter’s ivory smooth skin. Christening the young man anew with his seed, showing him that the English Lord really did like taking it up the bum!

The clenching of Roxton’s anal muscles and knowledge that he was the one bringing the British Lord such intense pleasure sent Malone over the edge. His fingers dug into the darker man’s slender hips and buttocks, bruising him as he emptied himself inside the man. Roxton felt each pulse of the member inside him and each blast of semen as it filled him. Each man was sure that their life’s forces were being drained from their bodies.

An eternity later, it ended, much too soon. Roxton, with a great sigh, slowly laid forward onto Malone’s chest, his breathing hard and heavy. He lazily burrowed his arms around and under his lover’s limp body, hugging him and getting comfortable. He grunted softly as Malone’s softening member slowly left his body.

Malone’s arms encircled his spent lover as he dropped tender kisses across the man’s shoulders, both embracing the other as rest came. Neither wanted to move for a while, except to trade a kiss now and then. At long last, Malone became aware that Roxton’s kisses had the tang of semen. It wasn’t long after that he realized that his lover had been gently licking the semen off his face and neck with delicate cat-like licks and kisses.

Their finger tips slowly, languidly tracing across sweaty skin. They enjoyed the sensations of touching one another, gently, softly, with no real need to stop or hurry. Taking tenderness, warmth and strength from each other, as freely as they gave the same.

Reality and the movement of time was loathe to return to their small corner of the world and for a long time, the only sound heard in the silent starry cave, was their gentle, slow and labored breathing . . .