Dirty Story
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,532
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
3
“Shouldn’t we go somewhere more sanitary?” I asked Christoph when I suggested the motel. ‘Sanitary’. I actually used the word... I stare at the little mirror in the bathroom, like asking myself if I still have my looks. Like I need to charm Christoph, to have him… I’m not bad. But… Can he see any trace of weakness in my eyes? I wash my face with cold water. I don’t want him to see…
“Dave!” he calls from the bedroom.
He asked and I gave him my name. My real name. If I knew that hearing him say it would do this to me, I would have kept things anonymous between us. Because… The mirror reveals the emotion in the pale blue eyes of this familiar yet so strange man I see. I compose myself. Better get ready…
But there’s no being ready for this.
He’s already naked. Laying on the bed, on his stomach, his legs slightly spread. He is propped up on his elbows, and turns his head to look at me. His back makes this delicious curve, the finely drawn muscles tense and relax again under that pale skin. He smiles when he sees me and I can swear there’s nothing professional about it. Maybe my eyes see only what I want to see.
“How about those boxers?” he asks and I take them off. I sit on the bed and kneel between his legs. I stare at his nicely shaped little ass and don’t know what to do. Where I should start. Before I can even think, I am kissing down his spine, my hands touching his sides lightly, like afraid to break him. God, he’s so beautiful! Lost in wonder, I am tonguing the delicious dimples at the base of his spine.
“Dave…” he whines and I lose it.
He moans loudly in surprise when I kiss and nuzzle his cheeks. It’s all perfection. I feel this acute need to know all of him with my mouth. So I’m parting his cheeks slightly so I could kiss him deeply. He yelps when he feels my tongue and I feel him tensing in my hands. I keep going until he starts breathing raggedly. I let go and he rolls over on his back, his eyes darkened and his face flushed. He pushes me onto my back and I don’t resist. I can’t resist anything he does to me. I watch him roll a condom on me and then coating it with lube. He bites his lower lip when he fingers himself, getting ready to straddle me. I want badly to bite that lip too and he probably reads this in my eyes because he’s kissing me, urgent and passionate.
The kiss… I’m drowning in the feeling of his mouth upon mine, his kiss upon my kiss.
His lips leave mine and as he straddles me, I reach out and touch his hair, combing back the dark curls so I could see his eyes better. What am I looking for? I can’t read anything on such a beautiful face! Beauty is the perfect mask behind which anything can hide.
Christoph rides me like a cowboy from hell. My hands hold him and squeeze his lean thighs and my nails dig into his perfect flesh. His abs contract in a fascinating way as he does this obscene yet graceful dance on top of me. He sighs and he moans and I stare at his huge erection. He lets go of my hips and starts stroking himself, wet mouth open, eyes closed. I feel I am losing it and he keeps riding me as I come hard.
Christoph splashes my stomach and falls on top of me. I hold him tight as I try to regain breath. My brain is flooded by endorphins and I can’t think right. I feel like… I feel like I have everything that was missing in my life right in my arms. And I don’t want to let go.
His hair is wet with sweat – I notice when I am caressing the back of his neck. He whispers my name and frees himself from my embrace. He smiles wickedly at me.
“I made you all messy.”
Before I can say something, he leans to lick my stomach clean. He kisses noisily up my abdomen, making me suck in breath. Before I can exhale properly, he reaches my mouth. I breathe out as he starts licking my lips. I’m kissing him deeply, enjoying his taste, enjoying the feeling of his tongue in my mouth. I want time to stop. Now!
“You’re a really good kisser…”
“Christoph.” and I am sure he can read my soul in my eyes. His are blue and serene. What did I want to say to him?
Another short kiss and he gets up and starts getting dressed.
“No time for shower now.”
I feel a pull in my guts. Where does he have to go? I’d better focus on getting dressed myself. I don’t want to remain alone in this room.
He’s ready before I am.
“Good bye, Dave.”
I’m fumbling with my shoe laces, reduced to a retard who can’t tie a simple knot. I watch him go. I stare at the closed door for minutes.
“Good bye, Christoph.” I whisper. What did I want to say to him?
“Dave!” he calls from the bedroom.
He asked and I gave him my name. My real name. If I knew that hearing him say it would do this to me, I would have kept things anonymous between us. Because… The mirror reveals the emotion in the pale blue eyes of this familiar yet so strange man I see. I compose myself. Better get ready…
But there’s no being ready for this.
He’s already naked. Laying on the bed, on his stomach, his legs slightly spread. He is propped up on his elbows, and turns his head to look at me. His back makes this delicious curve, the finely drawn muscles tense and relax again under that pale skin. He smiles when he sees me and I can swear there’s nothing professional about it. Maybe my eyes see only what I want to see.
“How about those boxers?” he asks and I take them off. I sit on the bed and kneel between his legs. I stare at his nicely shaped little ass and don’t know what to do. Where I should start. Before I can even think, I am kissing down his spine, my hands touching his sides lightly, like afraid to break him. God, he’s so beautiful! Lost in wonder, I am tonguing the delicious dimples at the base of his spine.
“Dave…” he whines and I lose it.
He moans loudly in surprise when I kiss and nuzzle his cheeks. It’s all perfection. I feel this acute need to know all of him with my mouth. So I’m parting his cheeks slightly so I could kiss him deeply. He yelps when he feels my tongue and I feel him tensing in my hands. I keep going until he starts breathing raggedly. I let go and he rolls over on his back, his eyes darkened and his face flushed. He pushes me onto my back and I don’t resist. I can’t resist anything he does to me. I watch him roll a condom on me and then coating it with lube. He bites his lower lip when he fingers himself, getting ready to straddle me. I want badly to bite that lip too and he probably reads this in my eyes because he’s kissing me, urgent and passionate.
The kiss… I’m drowning in the feeling of his mouth upon mine, his kiss upon my kiss.
His lips leave mine and as he straddles me, I reach out and touch his hair, combing back the dark curls so I could see his eyes better. What am I looking for? I can’t read anything on such a beautiful face! Beauty is the perfect mask behind which anything can hide.
Christoph rides me like a cowboy from hell. My hands hold him and squeeze his lean thighs and my nails dig into his perfect flesh. His abs contract in a fascinating way as he does this obscene yet graceful dance on top of me. He sighs and he moans and I stare at his huge erection. He lets go of my hips and starts stroking himself, wet mouth open, eyes closed. I feel I am losing it and he keeps riding me as I come hard.
Christoph splashes my stomach and falls on top of me. I hold him tight as I try to regain breath. My brain is flooded by endorphins and I can’t think right. I feel like… I feel like I have everything that was missing in my life right in my arms. And I don’t want to let go.
His hair is wet with sweat – I notice when I am caressing the back of his neck. He whispers my name and frees himself from my embrace. He smiles wickedly at me.
“I made you all messy.”
Before I can say something, he leans to lick my stomach clean. He kisses noisily up my abdomen, making me suck in breath. Before I can exhale properly, he reaches my mouth. I breathe out as he starts licking my lips. I’m kissing him deeply, enjoying his taste, enjoying the feeling of his tongue in my mouth. I want time to stop. Now!
“You’re a really good kisser…”
“Christoph.” and I am sure he can read my soul in my eyes. His are blue and serene. What did I want to say to him?
Another short kiss and he gets up and starts getting dressed.
“No time for shower now.”
I feel a pull in my guts. Where does he have to go? I’d better focus on getting dressed myself. I don’t want to remain alone in this room.
He’s ready before I am.
“Good bye, Dave.”
I’m fumbling with my shoe laces, reduced to a retard who can’t tie a simple knot. I watch him go. I stare at the closed door for minutes.
“Good bye, Christoph.” I whisper. What did I want to say to him?