15 minutes of pleasure (2/3)
anonymous
May 1 2010, 19:21:14 UTC
Alfred couldn’t get all the way in in the first go. His cockhead bumped against the back of Arthur’s throat, and as he man started coughing, the pleasure was gone and he pulled back for a second to allow him to breath. Then he went back in again. “Yes…” His s turned slurry as he watched his cock disappear down Arthur’s thigh throat, and he slipped a hand down to feel how it stretched to take him in. The pleasure was unbearable, just like the sounds the other was making trying to breath through his nose, so Alfred closed his last way of getting air by closing two fingers around the nostrils and pressing them together.
Success. Arthur complied with his wish as first, bobbin his head up and down as he pleasured Alfred, but slowly the lack of oxygen was getting to him, and his cheeks were heating up, and his eyebrows wrinkled in discomfort.
Alfred felt a rush of power go through him, and it wasn’t until Arthur’s teeth started scraping his sensitive skin that he let go of him and allowed him to pull back and gasp in air.
“Fucker,” Arthur whispered hoarse and wiped his lips off in his arm while glaring back at Alfred. Alfred winked at him and scooted back.
“I think I am ready to fuck you.”
*
Arthur’s throat was still hurting from the rough treatment it had just been going through, but thinking of the cigarette he would please it with in a moment made it relax. He flashed the younger a smile as he informed he was ready to go on with the act. He wasn’t going to waste too much time on the foreplay, and that just made Arthur sigh in bliss.
“I only do it with a condom,” he said and reached down for his pants. Alfred just shrugged and caught the wrapped package Arthur threw him. As he started slipping on the condom, Arthur used the time to prepare himself.
“Let me watch.” Arthur turned his back to Alfred and kneeled. He had kept the lube that had been lying in the same pocket as the condom, and now he opened the small bottle with a pop and poured some of it out on his fingers. It was cold, even colder as he reached back to finger himself. Alfred had gotten the condom on and was jerking himself off meanwhile. Arthur pressed his cheek to the upholstered backseat and closed his eyes and the first two fingers slipped in.
“Ahh…” The moan had been honest. He was a slut. He didn’t care. He loved the feeling of being stretched wide and - oh, yes, right there - getting his prostate rubbed until he could see stars in pleasure. He wriggled his butt back, closer to Alfred as he added a third finger. He threw a look over his shoulder. “Give me a hand?” Alfred leaned in and grabbed his buttcheeks, spread them and licked his lips in delight of the sight of Arthur’s pink pucker. But nothing happened. “Damn it-!”
*
Alfred didn’t know why, but Arthur’s harsh attitude made him hard and needy. Most whores were all talk, but the man’s personality was shining through, and it was attractive. The hoarse ‘Damn it-!’ made him snap out of his daydreaming, and he leaned forward as he slid his tongue up across Arthur’s sensitive skin. The man let go of a gasp and wriggled in closer as he slipped his fingers out to give Alfred more room. He was going to use it. Three long, wet strokes with his tongue, a little teasing with the tip of his thumbs, the prostitute was turning into a moaning mess in front of him.
Success. Arthur complied with his wish as first, bobbin his head up and down as he pleasured Alfred, but slowly the lack of oxygen was getting to him, and his cheeks were heating up, and his eyebrows wrinkled in discomfort.
Alfred felt a rush of power go through him, and it wasn’t until Arthur’s teeth started scraping his sensitive skin that he let go of him and allowed him to pull back and gasp in air.
“Fucker,” Arthur whispered hoarse and wiped his lips off in his arm while glaring back at Alfred. Alfred winked at him and scooted back.
“I think I am ready to fuck you.”
*
Arthur’s throat was still hurting from the rough treatment it had just been going through, but thinking of the cigarette he would please it with in a moment made it relax. He flashed the younger a smile as he informed he was ready to go on with the act. He wasn’t going to waste too much time on the foreplay, and that just made Arthur sigh in bliss.
“I only do it with a condom,” he said and reached down for his pants. Alfred just shrugged and caught the wrapped package Arthur threw him. As he started slipping on the condom, Arthur used the time to prepare himself.
“Let me watch.” Arthur turned his back to Alfred and kneeled. He had kept the lube that had been lying in the same pocket as the condom, and now he opened the small bottle with a pop and poured some of it out on his fingers. It was cold, even colder as he reached back to finger himself. Alfred had gotten the condom on and was jerking himself off meanwhile. Arthur pressed his cheek to the upholstered backseat and closed his eyes and the first two fingers slipped in.
“Ahh…” The moan had been honest. He was a slut. He didn’t care. He loved the feeling of being stretched wide and - oh, yes, right there - getting his prostate rubbed until he could see stars in pleasure. He wriggled his butt back, closer to Alfred as he added a third finger. He threw a look over his shoulder. “Give me a hand?” Alfred leaned in and grabbed his buttcheeks, spread them and licked his lips in delight of the sight of Arthur’s pink pucker. But nothing happened. “Damn it-!”
*
Alfred didn’t know why, but Arthur’s harsh attitude made him hard and needy. Most whores were all talk, but the man’s personality was shining through, and it was attractive. The hoarse ‘Damn it-!’ made him snap out of his daydreaming, and he leaned forward as he slid his tongue up across Arthur’s sensitive skin. The man let go of a gasp and wriggled in closer as he slipped his fingers out to give Alfred more room. He was going to use it. Three long, wet strokes with his tongue, a little teasing with the tip of his thumbs, the prostitute was turning into a moaning mess in front of him.
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