If It Fits, Add More! [11b/?]
anonymous
October 11 2010, 03:04:17 UTC
But the point was! Alfred shifted into “Indian style” with the pipe resting across his thighs; Ivan should totally take it more often, preferably from him, and not sketchy old guys who would dress him up in schoolgirl outfits or something.
Although… Ivan would probably look pretty awesome in girl’s panties. His penis wouldn’t fit, cause it would be all hard and standing up. But he would bend over to get a paper that fell from his folder, and Alfred would come strolling up behind him and flip his skirt, showing off his awesome ass. Then, Ivan would squeak, but Alfred would rub his hands over Ivan’s smooth bottom, and then Ivan would let out a soft breathless moan. Alfred could smack his ass and say all cool like, “You okay big guy?” Which would cause Ivan’s cheeks to flush red (both sets) and he would stutter out a reply, but Alfred would cock his head and give him his famous Hollywood smile. Ivan would turn red around his ears and then they could find some awesome place for Alfred to get a real good look at Ivan’s lacy undies.
Yeah, that would be totally awesome, Alfred finally fumbled the box open, slipping the group out into his lap. He picked them up and torn one off. He grabbed the bottle of lube, and squeezed a puddle into his hand, and started working it over the end of the cool metal in his lap.
So, maybe he’d fantasized about Ivan a couple times. No one knew about and he sure as heck wouldn’t tell anyone, except maybe Ivan if he asked later.
Alfred was quite pleased Ivan had his pipe on him, but he always had his pipe with him. The cold metal always seemed to be a reoccurring theme in his little daydreams. Sometimes Ivan would caress the cold thing, other times he would fellatio it. Sucking and licking at the end while staring intently at Alfred, with half-lidded eyes and desire burning behind violet lenses.
But Alfred’s favorite little dip into alternate reality was when it was he and Ivan. Ivan would be shy and coy, clenching his pipe in front of him to mask his uncertainty. Ivan did not have many sexual partners and anytime Alfred would proposition him his face would become dusted with fetching pink. The taller nations would lean back against a wall, eyes darting to the floor to mask his embarrassment at words like “sex” and “fuck.” But Alfred would talk dirty to him. He’d start off mild, smiling kindly and approaching Ivan like a timid rabbit.
“Russia. Ivan, I want to make love with you.” Alfred would grab the length of Ivan’s pipe, cradling his fingers around it, “I want to see you in a fit of pleasure, moaning, begging to be filled. I want to watch my dick slip into your warm embrace, and I want to watch you enjoy it. I want to see your eyes hazed with pleasure as I fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk straight. I would have to carry you to and from your meeting cause you would be limping so bad.”
Although… Ivan would probably look pretty awesome in girl’s panties. His penis wouldn’t fit, cause it would be all hard and standing up. But he would bend over to get a paper that fell from his folder, and Alfred would come strolling up behind him and flip his skirt, showing off his awesome ass. Then, Ivan would squeak, but Alfred would rub his hands over Ivan’s smooth bottom, and then Ivan would let out a soft breathless moan. Alfred could smack his ass and say all cool like, “You okay big guy?” Which would cause Ivan’s cheeks to flush red (both sets) and he would stutter out a reply, but Alfred would cock his head and give him his famous Hollywood smile. Ivan would turn red around his ears and then they could find some awesome place for Alfred to get a real good look at Ivan’s lacy undies.
Yeah, that would be totally awesome, Alfred finally fumbled the box open, slipping the group out into his lap. He picked them up and torn one off. He grabbed the bottle of lube, and squeezed a puddle into his hand, and started working it over the end of the cool metal in his lap.
So, maybe he’d fantasized about Ivan a couple times. No one knew about and he sure as heck wouldn’t tell anyone, except maybe Ivan if he asked later.
Alfred was quite pleased Ivan had his pipe on him, but he always had his pipe with him. The cold metal always seemed to be a reoccurring theme in his little daydreams. Sometimes Ivan would caress the cold thing, other times he would fellatio it. Sucking and licking at the end while staring intently at Alfred, with half-lidded eyes and desire burning behind violet lenses.
But Alfred’s favorite little dip into alternate reality was when it was he and Ivan. Ivan would be shy and coy, clenching his pipe in front of him to mask his uncertainty. Ivan did not have many sexual partners and anytime Alfred would proposition him his face would become dusted with fetching pink. The taller nations would lean back against a wall, eyes darting to the floor to mask his embarrassment at words like “sex” and “fuck.” But Alfred would talk dirty to him. He’d start off mild, smiling kindly and approaching Ivan like a timid rabbit.
“Russia. Ivan, I want to make love with you.” Alfred would grab the length of Ivan’s pipe, cradling his fingers around it, “I want to see you in a fit of pleasure, moaning, begging to be filled. I want to watch my dick slip into your warm embrace, and I want to watch you enjoy it. I want to see your eyes hazed with pleasure as I fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk straight. I would have to carry you to and from your meeting cause you would be limping so bad.”
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