Atlantic City Fun metody_green

[hardhitter_nj]

Dropping his bags off at home, Michael headed down to the Aquarium. Sure, it was a stretch from there to the rest of their date, but the Boardwalk was something most needed to acclimatize to before being dropped  metaphorically head first. Some thought it was gaudy, loud, and as obnoxious as a Jersey Shore episode.  While Metody didn't strike him

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[hardhitter_nj]

Michael worried for a moment that he had gone overboard. But when Metody had made it perfectly clear that it was more than ok, he let go of the quick tension in his shoulders.

"You look good blushing." He chuckled and slowly moved his hand up and down over the material and length several times. His own arousal was fine for the moment and he took that time to enjoy the fact that he felt right at home doing ...this.

[metody_green]

Metody's erection was pressed firmly against the rough fabric of his jeans. There was some kind of bumpy line running down either side, so he either had a medical problem or -

"I have a lot of piercings." He sounded more apologetic than anything else. He took a deep breath, cheeks reddening more, and leans forward to gently nip at Michael's ear lobe. " - pointing it out only makes it worse, you know.*

[hardhitter_nj]

"Well, I'm usually not the one to make others blush, but I'll try." He teases and rolls his hips a little, ready again.

"I ...can I see?" he asked while thumbing over some of the metal he was referring to - it was an absolute look of curiosity and lust that he gives, hoping for a yes.

[metody_green]

Fingering at his piercings, even through the fabric of his jeans, made him groan. He blushed at his expression, ducking his head and smiling, then slid his jeans off his slender hips. His underwear was Hawaiian print, and in a second, they were off as well, leaving him nude and climbing onto Michael's lap.

He had not been kidding about the piercings. There was a crown of five rings at the head of his cock, and then a line of barbells that marched down, down, down the front of it, over his balls and back. Because it was Metody, the balls of the barbells were bright colors, arranged in chromatic order from brilliant red down to a deep and brooding indigo. The tattooed leaves whirled everywhere, thickest at his hips, and done smaller and more delicately on his cock and balls.

"Ah - " His hands hovered up and down as he warred with his normal impulse to cover himself. "Um. Lots of them. That doesn't bother you, does it...?"

[hardhitter_nj]

Michael was suddenly feeling overdressed in his plain underwear tighty whities and pants. Shoes getting kicked off while he had a chance, he let out a happy groan as Metody climbed back onto his lap, naked and unencumbered. He couldn't decide who he wanted to touch more - himself or Metody.

"No, no, it's nice. It doesn't hurt?" He asks and tentatively wraps one hand around, barely touching the length just to be safe and not cause pain.

With the other hand, he undid the only button on his pants, just to get some breathable space going on. His cock decidedly had a mind of its own and tried poking it's way out the waist band of his underwear.

[metody_green]

Metody sighs happily and brushes his hand over Michael's stomach, fingers delicate and gentle against the head of his cock.

"No, it doesn't hurt at all. But they're very sensitive because they run closer to the nerves." He smiles and brushes his cheek against Michael's, hooking a finger into the waistband of his underwear. "That feels wonderful. Everything you've done feels wonderful."

[hardhitter_nj]

Michael's breath hitches. No one has ever actually touched his cock before. Even he barely had except for extreme urges to masturbate that went away soon as they came or for the usual physical needs. He grinned a little after.

"So even if someone blew on it ...?" He went beet red, realizing what he just said. Didn't stop him from stroking very lightly over Metody's length, however.

[metody_green]

He groans lowly and pushes Michael's underwear down his hips, exposing his length a little more. Metody is very gentle with him when he closes his hand around him.

"If it's enough to make the metal cool, then yes. Otherwise, it has to be a physical touch."

[hardhitter_nj]

"Nng." For lack of a better word, that came out and then he grinned sheepishly, carefully thumbing over the metal of each piercing.

"You mean like that?" Yes, he's catching on!

[metody_green]

"Oh, goodness. Yes, exactly like that." His voice had become very faint. He bites his lip, watching Michael's hand a moment, then looks up at him.

" - um, so you know, I tend to lose my voice when I'm - you know. Um. Which is normal for me."

[hardhitter_nj]

"That's ok, I'm not sure what sounds I make when ...well, you know. Guess we'll find out right?" Michael asks and suddenly groans happily at the touches.

He doesn't stop one stroke in the meantime either, thoroughly in awe that he's actually doing this with Metody.

[metody_green]

"I guess we will!"

He laughs happily and presses his mouth against Michael's, the kiss broken by whispery little sighs and gasps whenever his hips lift against Michael's hand. He is gripping him a little firmer now, hand moving with a smooth, comfortable ease. He's trying to go slow - the longer it lasts, he feels, the better.

[hardhitter_nj]

*The metal was an endless fascination for him in the back of his mind as he stroked Metody's cock. At the front, his brain was short circuiting. He was getting closer and closer as time passed and he is pretty sure he won't be able to last much longer...*

[metody_green]

He shifts a little so that their cocks are pressed together, all that metal and soft, soft skin sliding against Michael's length. Metody kisses his neck hungrily, hands around both of them, and makes soft, tiny, barely-there noises of happiness right in his ear.

[hardhitter_nj]

"Close. Oh God ...so close!" He mutters almost incoherently as the first signs of his release make their appearance. About one second away from going rigid, he whimpers between kisses.

(ooc - Really sorry for the delay. )

[metody_green]

"Hmmnnh!" It's a tiny noise, but very happy. He nips his lower lip, hands rising and falling on him, the throws his head back in a soundless, joyful laugh when Michael climaxes.

(ooc: no trouble!)