9 = Side Show
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa and I should be leaving for work right now and I'm not ready!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Charis, guess who's turn it is now? *BIG GRIN*
Title : Side Show
Wordcount : 1209
Prompt : 93. Hospitality & 96. Erotic Nude
Container : Statue
Plot : Lustful Laisions gets a magazine review...or something like that ;)
Tag dumped his bag in the doorway and took in his room. Very swish, Kain’s family held high standards of hospitality, this beat the standard travel lodge hands down. He was getting to used to temporary accommodation couldn’t even describe home, if a part furnished room in a high rise could counted as home.
Tag Daily, roving reporter. Being a popular columnist in MyMan a gay mag for those who liked words with their eye candy, paid well but meant a lot of travelling. Also meant many anonymous fumbles with pretty twinks over meaningful bonds. He’d never crave the whole white picket fence and Labrador but wouldn’t mind the taste of a furnished room and a ..Poodle?
This room was furnished to the max. A genuine in your face four poster bed! Huge, thick mattress with silk covers and an abundant of soft cushions. It looked the type of bed you could crawl into and not be seen again for a blissful week. The bare floorboards were polished to a glassy shine and layered with expensive fur scatter rugs. An old fashioned pitcher and jug sat on a mahogany table with sliced citrus. The dresser held a colourful fruit basket, there was a smart polished bureau where he was assured he could access internet. On one bedside table was a discreet but varied selection of lubes and protection.
Kain had been the epitome of a gracious host. Tag had been concerned by the number of ‘Dick’ jokes going around the office but the tall imposing man who came to shake his hand in a firm strong grip was all business. He’d had a brief tour of the office and been impressed by the number of staff flittering around most sporting cheerful grins, two engrossed in a computer monitor all smart in pressed suits. There’d been a rumour that staff turnover was unusually high here but there’d been no evidence of that, they seemed more like a family than employees.
Multicultural too; Tag heard a range of accents and it appeared people travelled some way to reach Lustful Liaisons because a number of languages were spoken, clients fashions being quite diverse. Most impressive.
Then Kain had insisted he stay at his brother’s home, mentioned a small soirée on the lawn and the sky was overcast but it still sounded appealing. Most of the staff would be there along with some former clients and a number of friends and business associates. There’d been a Mr Pepijn pinned to the chair by an exuberant apprentice, who apparently run a lube company and didn’t seem surprised to hear his other customer the manager of a Pleasures' café chain had declined to attend.
Very nice, well established house though Tag was surprised at the wealth having been given the impression Kain himself lived largely on his shops premises. The man never took two steps away from his Dick, frequently sought him out when conversing elsewhere and had dragged the man off immediately after showing Tag to this room.
Tag was left eying up the nude next to the window. The art on the walls went from subtle to sultry but this piece alone was magnificent. Michelangelo’s David would run and cower in shame catching view of the genitals on this sculpture. The nude was excessively blessed, a smug stone smile suggesting he knew how to use it. There was something unbearably erotic about the poise, legs parted and hands loose at the thighs.
The image stayed with him as he stripped and showered. Hot spray washing down his back as he soaped up, thinking what it would be like to be taken by such a man, to run hands over those fine muscled pectorals, dig fingers into broad shoulders. It had been too long since he’d let himself get taken.
Still wet he stood before the statue, towel dipping low on his hips, rubbing an admiring hand over stone abs. He jumped when those abs flexed under his hand. The statue warmed to a healthy bronze skin tone and chocolate eyes surveyed him with amusement.
‘So nice of you to dress for the occasion’ was purred down at him before he was dragged forward. A hungry mouth fastened on his, lust whirling a hard punch to the guts. He was breathless and disrobed in no time flat.
‘So what do I call you handsome?’
‘Tag’
‘Well Tag, you’re it! You can yell out Abe’
‘Abe?’
‘Good. Now louder!’
Tag shouted it, as his ear lobe was bitten between sharp teeth and nibbles to his neck turned his body molten. He was lifted against the wall, made to feel dainty despite their comparative size. Abe wasted no time reaching his goal, Tag left to wrap his legs around a slim waist and cling on for the ride.
Seeking purchase Tag pulled at the heavy curtain behind him, yanking the drapes into wide ropes he could wrap his arms around to hold himself up. Riding the hard body between his legs, shoulders hitting the cool glass window pane with every forceful thrust.
It all changed in an instance. He was nearing the biggest orgasm of his life to date; hanging from the curtain like an oversized chimp, breath stuttering from his panting mouth and Abe’s heavenly body doing wicked things deep inside his body. The door opened and Abe returned to stone.
Tag was left hanging. Literally. His host Kain stood in the door with a single raised brow taking in the sight of his guest caught in the heights of passion, writhing on the stone cock of an art piece. Tag almost brought the curtains down trying to scramble up but was trapped by stone hands and speared deep on that hard invasive cock.
‘Kain’ he yelped having no clue what to say. The man just laughed, lounging in the doorway like it was the funniest thing ever. It probably was.
‘I see you’ve got yourself settled in’ the smirk was infuriating but Tag was hardly in a position to complain. He watched trying to control his harsh breathing as Kain sauntered across the room to open the window. Voices drifted up and Kain waved down to somebody before turning to give Tag a close inspection.
‘Nice, muscle tone. I called to let you know we’re serving lunch on the corner patio down below.’ He nodded towards the window and angling his body Tag managed to peer behind him to where an audience had gathered, faces raised to the window. Abe was still stone, smirking between his thighs.
Kain chuckled touching the shoulder of the statue and addressing Tag carelessly over his shoulder as he left the room. ‘I should probably have warned you about my brother’s sense of humour, join as at your pleasure, I’ve plans for my own Dick before the meal’
Abe twitched under him as the other man left the room. Fast ruts claiming Tag’s breath again and stopping conscious thoughts. They wavered there weakly both spent as an uproarious applause thundered through the window.
‘Give it a minute and they can have an encore’ A sinful voice whispered in his ears and Tag decided there and then that Lustful Liaisons was going to get the highest MyMan rating ever received.
Charis, guess who's turn it is now? *BIG GRIN*
Title : Side Show
Wordcount : 1209
Prompt : 93. Hospitality & 96. Erotic Nude
Container : Statue
Plot : Lustful Laisions gets a magazine review...or something like that ;)
Tag dumped his bag in the doorway and took in his room. Very swish, Kain’s family held high standards of hospitality, this beat the standard travel lodge hands down. He was getting to used to temporary accommodation couldn’t even describe home, if a part furnished room in a high rise could counted as home.
Tag Daily, roving reporter. Being a popular columnist in MyMan a gay mag for those who liked words with their eye candy, paid well but meant a lot of travelling. Also meant many anonymous fumbles with pretty twinks over meaningful bonds. He’d never crave the whole white picket fence and Labrador but wouldn’t mind the taste of a furnished room and a ..Poodle?
This room was furnished to the max. A genuine in your face four poster bed! Huge, thick mattress with silk covers and an abundant of soft cushions. It looked the type of bed you could crawl into and not be seen again for a blissful week. The bare floorboards were polished to a glassy shine and layered with expensive fur scatter rugs. An old fashioned pitcher and jug sat on a mahogany table with sliced citrus. The dresser held a colourful fruit basket, there was a smart polished bureau where he was assured he could access internet. On one bedside table was a discreet but varied selection of lubes and protection.
Kain had been the epitome of a gracious host. Tag had been concerned by the number of ‘Dick’ jokes going around the office but the tall imposing man who came to shake his hand in a firm strong grip was all business. He’d had a brief tour of the office and been impressed by the number of staff flittering around most sporting cheerful grins, two engrossed in a computer monitor all smart in pressed suits. There’d been a rumour that staff turnover was unusually high here but there’d been no evidence of that, they seemed more like a family than employees.
Multicultural too; Tag heard a range of accents and it appeared people travelled some way to reach Lustful Liaisons because a number of languages were spoken, clients fashions being quite diverse. Most impressive.
Then Kain had insisted he stay at his brother’s home, mentioned a small soirée on the lawn and the sky was overcast but it still sounded appealing. Most of the staff would be there along with some former clients and a number of friends and business associates. There’d been a Mr Pepijn pinned to the chair by an exuberant apprentice, who apparently run a lube company and didn’t seem surprised to hear his other customer the manager of a Pleasures' café chain had declined to attend.
Very nice, well established house though Tag was surprised at the wealth having been given the impression Kain himself lived largely on his shops premises. The man never took two steps away from his Dick, frequently sought him out when conversing elsewhere and had dragged the man off immediately after showing Tag to this room.
Tag was left eying up the nude next to the window. The art on the walls went from subtle to sultry but this piece alone was magnificent. Michelangelo’s David would run and cower in shame catching view of the genitals on this sculpture. The nude was excessively blessed, a smug stone smile suggesting he knew how to use it. There was something unbearably erotic about the poise, legs parted and hands loose at the thighs.
The image stayed with him as he stripped and showered. Hot spray washing down his back as he soaped up, thinking what it would be like to be taken by such a man, to run hands over those fine muscled pectorals, dig fingers into broad shoulders. It had been too long since he’d let himself get taken.
Still wet he stood before the statue, towel dipping low on his hips, rubbing an admiring hand over stone abs. He jumped when those abs flexed under his hand. The statue warmed to a healthy bronze skin tone and chocolate eyes surveyed him with amusement.
‘So nice of you to dress for the occasion’ was purred down at him before he was dragged forward. A hungry mouth fastened on his, lust whirling a hard punch to the guts. He was breathless and disrobed in no time flat.
‘So what do I call you handsome?’
‘Tag’
‘Well Tag, you’re it! You can yell out Abe’
‘Abe?’
‘Good. Now louder!’
Tag shouted it, as his ear lobe was bitten between sharp teeth and nibbles to his neck turned his body molten. He was lifted against the wall, made to feel dainty despite their comparative size. Abe wasted no time reaching his goal, Tag left to wrap his legs around a slim waist and cling on for the ride.
Seeking purchase Tag pulled at the heavy curtain behind him, yanking the drapes into wide ropes he could wrap his arms around to hold himself up. Riding the hard body between his legs, shoulders hitting the cool glass window pane with every forceful thrust.
It all changed in an instance. He was nearing the biggest orgasm of his life to date; hanging from the curtain like an oversized chimp, breath stuttering from his panting mouth and Abe’s heavenly body doing wicked things deep inside his body. The door opened and Abe returned to stone.
Tag was left hanging. Literally. His host Kain stood in the door with a single raised brow taking in the sight of his guest caught in the heights of passion, writhing on the stone cock of an art piece. Tag almost brought the curtains down trying to scramble up but was trapped by stone hands and speared deep on that hard invasive cock.
‘Kain’ he yelped having no clue what to say. The man just laughed, lounging in the doorway like it was the funniest thing ever. It probably was.
‘I see you’ve got yourself settled in’ the smirk was infuriating but Tag was hardly in a position to complain. He watched trying to control his harsh breathing as Kain sauntered across the room to open the window. Voices drifted up and Kain waved down to somebody before turning to give Tag a close inspection.
‘Nice, muscle tone. I called to let you know we’re serving lunch on the corner patio down below.’ He nodded towards the window and angling his body Tag managed to peer behind him to where an audience had gathered, faces raised to the window. Abe was still stone, smirking between his thighs.
Kain chuckled touching the shoulder of the statue and addressing Tag carelessly over his shoulder as he left the room. ‘I should probably have warned you about my brother’s sense of humour, join as at your pleasure, I’ve plans for my own Dick before the meal’
Abe twitched under him as the other man left the room. Fast ruts claiming Tag’s breath again and stopping conscious thoughts. They wavered there weakly both spent as an uproarious applause thundered through the window.
‘Give it a minute and they can have an encore’ A sinful voice whispered in his ears and Tag decided there and then that Lustful Liaisons was going to get the highest MyMan rating ever received.