If It Fits, Add More! [11c/?]
anonymous
October 11 2010, 03:05:33 UTC
And then Alfred would lean closer, his voice husky and tempting to Ivan’s ears, “I want to see you screaming and crying for more. Push me down and ride my cock, while yours bounces up and down. Then I want to wrap my hand around you and see you toss your head back and pray, pray to cum. But I won’t let you. I’ll keep pushing farther and farther into your, so you won’t ever be able to get the feel of me out of you, and then I’ll cum. Squirting my cum into you, so you’ll always have a bit of me inside you. And then I will kiss your cheeks and nose and neck and you’ll whine for release but I still won’t let you.” Alfred would plant a kiss to the joint of Ivan’s pipe, and Ivan would go weak kneed, slipping down the wall. He would follow him down.
“Only when you were nearly in tears, frustrated and groaning and whining and begging would I let you free. Stroking you, licking you, sucking on you. Finally, you’d cry out my name, ‘Alfred’ and shoot into my mouth and I would suck you down. Swallowing everything and then some.”
By now Ivan would be totally flustered, with his knees closed and his pipe between them. Somehow hoping to protect himself from the promised pleasure and hide the throbbing hard-on under his jacket. But Alfred would know and rub his hand over Ivan’s thigh soothingly. He would smile gently and coax Ivan’s knees apart, and even Ivan’s jacket wouldn’t be able to hide his impressiveness.
Alfred would lean forward and press his lips against Ivan’s, easing him down, relaxing him, and when finally Ivan opened up under him he would pull away, grinning charmingly. Ivan would smile back still unconfident, but sure.
Alfred would push Ivan’s jacket out of the way, and see what dress pants can’t hide. With a reassuring smile he would lean down and press his lips to the prominent bulge, and Ivan would gasp. His eyes squeezing shut and grip tightening on his pipe when his breath catches.
Alfred would run his hands over Ivan’s legs and lick him through his pants, and then he would lean up and free the button of his trousers and take the zipper between his teeth and pull it down.
“N-nghh…” Ivan would whimper, but Alfred would reach up and hook his finger under the band of his briefs and drag it down. Then Ivan’s erection would be released like the tension from a spring. Ivan would gasp, embarrassed at his own hardness and relieved at the freedom.
Alfred’s hand would circle around the beautiful member, “You’re so big.” And Ivan would flush deeper. He would stroke the girth until Ivan’s hips jumped with his movements. Ivan’s legs would have slid apart, leaving Alfred all the room he could request and then he would look up. “Ivan, can I ask you something?”
Ivan would nod after a moment, taking a few seconds to process Alfred’s words through his pleasure.
“Only when you were nearly in tears, frustrated and groaning and whining and begging would I let you free. Stroking you, licking you, sucking on you. Finally, you’d cry out my name, ‘Alfred’ and shoot into my mouth and I would suck you down. Swallowing everything and then some.”
By now Ivan would be totally flustered, with his knees closed and his pipe between them. Somehow hoping to protect himself from the promised pleasure and hide the throbbing hard-on under his jacket. But Alfred would know and rub his hand over Ivan’s thigh soothingly. He would smile gently and coax Ivan’s knees apart, and even Ivan’s jacket wouldn’t be able to hide his impressiveness.
Alfred would lean forward and press his lips against Ivan’s, easing him down, relaxing him, and when finally Ivan opened up under him he would pull away, grinning charmingly. Ivan would smile back still unconfident, but sure.
Alfred would push Ivan’s jacket out of the way, and see what dress pants can’t hide. With a reassuring smile he would lean down and press his lips to the prominent bulge, and Ivan would gasp. His eyes squeezing shut and grip tightening on his pipe when his breath catches.
Alfred would run his hands over Ivan’s legs and lick him through his pants, and then he would lean up and free the button of his trousers and take the zipper between his teeth and pull it down.
“N-nghh…” Ivan would whimper, but Alfred would reach up and hook his finger under the band of his briefs and drag it down. Then Ivan’s erection would be released like the tension from a spring. Ivan would gasp, embarrassed at his own hardness and relieved at the freedom.
Alfred’s hand would circle around the beautiful member, “You’re so big.” And Ivan would flush deeper. He would stroke the girth until Ivan’s hips jumped with his movements. Ivan’s legs would have slid apart, leaving Alfred all the room he could request and then he would look up. “Ivan, can I ask you something?”
Ivan would nod after a moment, taking a few seconds to process Alfred’s words through his pleasure.
“Can I see you with your pipe in you?”
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