Alone toghether
of
Hermann Morr
genre
gay
"Are we fags?"
"It's something you can only know after cumming. Before does not count."
"But we are done already. Do you want me to take off my hand now?"
"No .. Do you want me to let you go?"
" No.. "
"Then we have to be fags. You're right."
"But I still like cunt."
".. Said the one who has not yet finished handling my hanger .."
"I like that, too. But anyway ..."
" What. "
"I thought it was more engaging, as if the sky had to fall, instead, it was enjoyable, but nothing like last night."
"Last night, yes. Think if they caught us."
"I point out that I said it was better to hide in the closet, eh? Your fault if they had seen us."
"Would you like to do it again?"
He doesn't answer, but crawls over him, the springs of the bed creak, his friend opens his lips with anticipation, a little, but enough for the tongue to enter.
Tongues in mouth like the night before, but this time they are alone, they are naked, the hands can run on the chest and the fingers can squeeze the nipples.
The dicks come back to life, no latency could keep them, they slide over one another, he moves to the unexpected contact, is held back.
"No. Keep it up."
Tongues chase each other back, and below them the swollen testicles imitate them, the cocks no longer have any modesty in drawing each other out, the hands move excitedly and tighten ever more tightly.
They want to feel pain, because leaving that tension unexpressed would be even more painful, because in passion there is no more difference between sensations. it is the sky collapsing on them.
The hard meat underneath is stirred as if it had taken on a life of its own, the one above imitates it, they explode together mixing their seeds on thirsty skin.
They are still in the same position, as they look at each other, he draws a finger between the two bellies and picks up a drop, tastes it.
His friend's mouth is still open as before.
He picks up another drop, lays on those lips and gets reciprocated, they suck each other's fingers, there's already the promise of what will happen next.
Because it is clear that there will be other times, and once the thrill of novelty has passed, what they have done will no longer be enough.
But for the moment they are happy with their little game, among the shards of a broken sky.
( ferrus_manus@hotmail.com )
"It's something you can only know after cumming. Before does not count."
"But we are done already. Do you want me to take off my hand now?"
"No .. Do you want me to let you go?"
" No.. "
"Then we have to be fags. You're right."
"But I still like cunt."
".. Said the one who has not yet finished handling my hanger .."
"I like that, too. But anyway ..."
" What. "
"I thought it was more engaging, as if the sky had to fall, instead, it was enjoyable, but nothing like last night."
"Last night, yes. Think if they caught us."
"I point out that I said it was better to hide in the closet, eh? Your fault if they had seen us."
"Would you like to do it again?"
He doesn't answer, but crawls over him, the springs of the bed creak, his friend opens his lips with anticipation, a little, but enough for the tongue to enter.
Tongues in mouth like the night before, but this time they are alone, they are naked, the hands can run on the chest and the fingers can squeeze the nipples.
The dicks come back to life, no latency could keep them, they slide over one another, he moves to the unexpected contact, is held back.
"No. Keep it up."
Tongues chase each other back, and below them the swollen testicles imitate them, the cocks no longer have any modesty in drawing each other out, the hands move excitedly and tighten ever more tightly.
They want to feel pain, because leaving that tension unexpressed would be even more painful, because in passion there is no more difference between sensations. it is the sky collapsing on them.
The hard meat underneath is stirred as if it had taken on a life of its own, the one above imitates it, they explode together mixing their seeds on thirsty skin.
They are still in the same position, as they look at each other, he draws a finger between the two bellies and picks up a drop, tastes it.
His friend's mouth is still open as before.
He picks up another drop, lays on those lips and gets reciprocated, they suck each other's fingers, there's already the promise of what will happen next.
Because it is clear that there will be other times, and once the thrill of novelty has passed, what they have done will no longer be enough.
But for the moment they are happy with their little game, among the shards of a broken sky.
( ferrus_manus@hotmail.com )
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