sharing some trollery, or something
A few weeks ago this sentence was in one of ryogrande's entries: The new pictures of Yamapi on his knees just makes me want Massu someone standing right in front of him, double-fisting his hair. *_*
The rest is history?
Wake Up Call
Masuda Takahisa/Yamashita Tomohisa
R-- sort of phone sex, also there's a facial?
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
Pi blearily answered his phone, not bothering to check the caller id as he mumbled a groggy "Hello?"
The voice on the line chuckled, deep rumble setting him at ease. "Yamashita-kun, so good to hear your voice. I'm pressed for time, so I'll cut straight to the point. What are you wearing?"
Pi's eyes flew open, fully awake as he uttered a shocked "Excuse me!? Massu, what's gotten into you?"
"Oh, really I think it's more like a question of what will be going into you, if you get my drift. I saw that picture of you on your knees and it was inspiring, to say the least. Now, what are you wearing?"
Pi swallowed, then answered. "Just boxers. I'm still in bed."
A deep hmmm of appreciation, and then more murmured instructions. "Perfect. Slide them down your hips, just enough to touch yourself. Now, listen to a little story.
"One day, I happened to be catching up on the news, when a picture of a beautiful boy with the pinkest lips and softest brown hair caught my eye, because he was kneeling so prettily, eyes earnest and ready to please. I couldn't help but look at those lips, and imagine them wrapped around my cock, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy as I fisted both hands into his hair so I could fuck that pretty face."
Pi gasped, his dick taking interest in the filthy words Massu was whispering into his ear. Slowly he began stroking himself, imagining what it would be like, allowing Massu to use him. He sucked in a breath as the words continued.
"The pretty boy would be so willing, he'd let me tug his hair, and moan at the twinge of roughness. I'd allow him to touch himself, and once I got close, I'd command him to stop and stay still as I pulled out and splattered those pink lips with my release. Then I'd let him finish, still on his knees at my feet and covered in my come. It'd be the best orgasm my beautiful boy ever had."
Pi had increased his pace, fingers swiping in the precome and twisting his wrist on the downstrokes. He gasped out, "Massu... may I finish? I don't know how much longer I can last."
Pi's only response was laughter and a wholly unexpected "No." He whined deep in his throat, and choked at Massu's next words.
"Stop, put on a bathrobe, and come let me in. Then we can have storytime."
Pi scrambled to follow Massu's instructions, glad to have gotten such an excellent wake up call. He stumbled to his front door, loosely tying his robe shut before opening it up to reveal Massu, slipping his phone into a pocket, sunny dimples completely at odds with the words he had just been speaking. Massu stepped past Pi, toeing off his sneakers as Pi hastily shut the door.
Massu looked over his shoulder at Pi, then made his way to the couch, taking a seat in the middle and unfastening his pants with no preamble. "Well, Pi, let's have storytime. Come have a seat."
Pi crossed the room, kneeling the way that Massu had been talking about minutes earlier. He seemed to be playing along exactly how Massu wanted, if the other's immediate response was to push his pants and boxers down just far enough to free his erection.
Massu reached a hand out, threading his fingers into Pi's hair and tugging him forward. "Let's begin, Yamashita-kun."
Pi tentatively licked at Massu's cock, teasing the head before leaning forward to take the full length into his mouth. Massu groaned, running his other hand into Pi's hair as the suction began in earnest. "So good, Pi. This is much better than words. Oh, if only you had the same view, you'd definitely agree."
Massu began bucking his hips, his grip holding Pi firmly in place as he followed the story. Pi moaned, feeling his forgotten erection reaffirm its presence, harder than he'd been minutes before. More orders from Massu, and Pi had untied his robe and slipped a hand around himself, stroking harder than he usually liked, but enjoying it nonetheless.
Massu's hips slowed and he pulled back on Pi's hair, pulling out just enough for Pi's mouth to stay slightly open as Massu wrapped one of his hands around his own dick, tugging himself to a finish and splattering his release across Pi's face as promised.
Pi moaned as he felt the sticky warmth, his hand flying furiously up and down his own cock. He blinked up at Massu, who looked self-satisfied, surprisingly a hot look for him. Massu petted Pi, running the strands through his fingers, finally speaking. "You may finish."
Pi's hand stilled, hips twitching forward as his orgasm washed over him, coating his hand and spilling on his boxers. Eyes squeezed shut, he tried his best to stay on his knees. Massu stood when it seemed that the fireworks were over, and pulled Pi to his feet.
"Yamashita-kun, it seems you've made a mess. Let me run you a bath."
Pi grunted in response, still awed at getting the best early morning call ever.
The rest is history?
Wake Up Call
Masuda Takahisa/Yamashita Tomohisa
R-- sort of phone sex, also there's a facial?
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
Pi blearily answered his phone, not bothering to check the caller id as he mumbled a groggy "Hello?"
The voice on the line chuckled, deep rumble setting him at ease. "Yamashita-kun, so good to hear your voice. I'm pressed for time, so I'll cut straight to the point. What are you wearing?"
Pi's eyes flew open, fully awake as he uttered a shocked "Excuse me!? Massu, what's gotten into you?"
"Oh, really I think it's more like a question of what will be going into you, if you get my drift. I saw that picture of you on your knees and it was inspiring, to say the least. Now, what are you wearing?"
Pi swallowed, then answered. "Just boxers. I'm still in bed."
A deep hmmm of appreciation, and then more murmured instructions. "Perfect. Slide them down your hips, just enough to touch yourself. Now, listen to a little story.
"One day, I happened to be catching up on the news, when a picture of a beautiful boy with the pinkest lips and softest brown hair caught my eye, because he was kneeling so prettily, eyes earnest and ready to please. I couldn't help but look at those lips, and imagine them wrapped around my cock, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy as I fisted both hands into his hair so I could fuck that pretty face."
Pi gasped, his dick taking interest in the filthy words Massu was whispering into his ear. Slowly he began stroking himself, imagining what it would be like, allowing Massu to use him. He sucked in a breath as the words continued.
"The pretty boy would be so willing, he'd let me tug his hair, and moan at the twinge of roughness. I'd allow him to touch himself, and once I got close, I'd command him to stop and stay still as I pulled out and splattered those pink lips with my release. Then I'd let him finish, still on his knees at my feet and covered in my come. It'd be the best orgasm my beautiful boy ever had."
Pi had increased his pace, fingers swiping in the precome and twisting his wrist on the downstrokes. He gasped out, "Massu... may I finish? I don't know how much longer I can last."
Pi's only response was laughter and a wholly unexpected "No." He whined deep in his throat, and choked at Massu's next words.
"Stop, put on a bathrobe, and come let me in. Then we can have storytime."
Pi scrambled to follow Massu's instructions, glad to have gotten such an excellent wake up call. He stumbled to his front door, loosely tying his robe shut before opening it up to reveal Massu, slipping his phone into a pocket, sunny dimples completely at odds with the words he had just been speaking. Massu stepped past Pi, toeing off his sneakers as Pi hastily shut the door.
Massu looked over his shoulder at Pi, then made his way to the couch, taking a seat in the middle and unfastening his pants with no preamble. "Well, Pi, let's have storytime. Come have a seat."
Pi crossed the room, kneeling the way that Massu had been talking about minutes earlier. He seemed to be playing along exactly how Massu wanted, if the other's immediate response was to push his pants and boxers down just far enough to free his erection.
Massu reached a hand out, threading his fingers into Pi's hair and tugging him forward. "Let's begin, Yamashita-kun."
Pi tentatively licked at Massu's cock, teasing the head before leaning forward to take the full length into his mouth. Massu groaned, running his other hand into Pi's hair as the suction began in earnest. "So good, Pi. This is much better than words. Oh, if only you had the same view, you'd definitely agree."
Massu began bucking his hips, his grip holding Pi firmly in place as he followed the story. Pi moaned, feeling his forgotten erection reaffirm its presence, harder than he'd been minutes before. More orders from Massu, and Pi had untied his robe and slipped a hand around himself, stroking harder than he usually liked, but enjoying it nonetheless.
Massu's hips slowed and he pulled back on Pi's hair, pulling out just enough for Pi's mouth to stay slightly open as Massu wrapped one of his hands around his own dick, tugging himself to a finish and splattering his release across Pi's face as promised.
Pi moaned as he felt the sticky warmth, his hand flying furiously up and down his own cock. He blinked up at Massu, who looked self-satisfied, surprisingly a hot look for him. Massu petted Pi, running the strands through his fingers, finally speaking. "You may finish."
Pi's hand stilled, hips twitching forward as his orgasm washed over him, coating his hand and spilling on his boxers. Eyes squeezed shut, he tried his best to stay on his knees. Massu stood when it seemed that the fireworks were over, and pulled Pi to his feet.
"Yamashita-kun, it seems you've made a mess. Let me run you a bath."
Pi grunted in response, still awed at getting the best early morning call ever.