Twink: Happy Eighteenth (2/4)
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Author: H.E.Ganymede Published: 9/22/2005 story views: 25260
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and sexual. I really didn’t want to tell him the truth and I didn’t really get the impression that he cared all that much about it. Every opportunity he got he slid a little closer to me, until we were practically on top of each other. Before I knew what was going on his hand was on my thigh and he moved in for the kill.
It was like slow motion for me. I could see his face get closer and closer to me. I could feel his breath against my skin. I parted my lips and closed my eyes as his lips brushed against mine. It was such a light gesture. I wasn’t sure if I felt it or imagined it. I started to pull away but his lips again pressed against my own. I felt his tongue press against my lips and then slide in my mouth. I returned his kiss, mimicking what he did. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me towards him. His scent filled me to the core and at that moment there was nothing I wanted more than to give myself to him.
“Would you like to come upstairs to my room?” He said as he pulled away.
I couldn’t help but notice the glances from the hotel guests. It made me blush and accept his offer to continue in a more private place.
The ride to the elevator was filled with more heavy kissing and petting. I was on a high. I slipped my hand inside his jeans taking a hold of his throbbing monster. He was oozing pre cum like crazy. I used it to lube him up, getting him nice and slick before cupping his hairy balls. I gave them a squeeze, feeling how heavy they were with his seed.
“Damn you’re gonna make me shoot.” He said as he pressed his body into me.
Hesitantly I pulled my hand away from his jeans as we reached our floor. We wasted no time getting to his suite. I was impressed by how large it was. It looked to be really expensive. His arms wrapped around my waist as he took me to the bedroom. At the edge of the bed he dropped to his knees.
Pulling my erection out of my jeans he took it all in his mouth at once. I grabbed on to his shoulders in order to steady myself. His mouth was tearing into me with such force I could have lost it in a matter of seconds. I tried to pull away from him, but he was milking my cock with desperation. His tongue wrapped around my shaft, stroking it from the head to the root. My body started to tremble. I dug my fingers into his shoulders and screamed out that I was going to shoot, but before I could he let go of me. Leaving me short of shooting the biggest load of my life.
His mouth worked his way up my body. Kissing my stomach he made his way to my nipples. He took my right nipple into his mouth. His teeth pulled at it until it was rock hard. He did the same to my other one. I raised my arms as he slipped my shirt off, leaving me completely naked in front of him.
“Turn around,” he said. His voice was firm.
His hands went directly to my cheeks. Taking them in his hands he kneaded them like dough. The harder he squeezed me the harder his body trembled. He unbuttoned