Desire and doubt (2)

Tyler’s POV I could not look away, and my cock was now rock hard and was pressing against my jeans. Jordan sat beside me, his breathing coming a little heavier , but his hands remained on his thighs, and he was watching as well.I moved nearer, my knee touching his, and I touched his thigh with my hand, slowly squeezing as my cock hardened and twitched in my jeans so much iy began to hurt. “Jordan,” I said, in a low and rough voice, “can I... fuck you? Like, right now? I need to fuck…or get fucked.” He turned his head and his eyes fell on my bulge. 'You sure about that, Tyler? It is not merely the screen, but real. And gay sex is different from other normal fucks you are aware of.” I nodded, and my hand remained on his leg, sliding upwards. 'Yeah, I'm sure. And I would not mind my ass getting hard-fucked. And that is what it takes to work this out.' My heart was beating so hard I feel he can hear it. Jordan looked about my face, and slowly drew nearer to me. “This does not chan

Taste of you(I)

Mia’s POV “Open up.” I mumbled as I rang the doorbell to my friend’a apartment. Lena opened the door in her typical after-work clothes tight tank top, shorts, which revealed her fit legs and flat stomach. Her dark hair was dishevelled, and as though she had just run her fingers through it. 'Mia? Your eyes are puffy. You good? What happened? she said, and gave me a hug. She smelled of lavender soap and hospital antiseptic, which always made me feel secure. “The usual,” I said to her , and went in. Her room was small yet comfortable, and the doors to the balcony were open. I opened the wine immediately, and poured it out into wine glasses. I went out with her into the balcony, where there were two chairs facing the city lights. It was hot as a blanket around us and I kicked off my sandals, and could feel the cool tile at my feet. We drank and chatted--or, to be more exact, I chatted while she listened. 'He's such an asshole, Lena. Blames me all the time, that I am not a good person,

Taste of you (2)

Mia's POV I sat still with cum still dripping from my cock. 'I... shit, Lena, I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. You are... so hot, and I have been so frustrated.' My voice sounded more hoarse than it should and the wine made me bolder than I should be. She looked , assessing the situation, me with my dress up on my hump, cock hardening yet still wet, the mess on the floor. Her eyes were opened, and she did not scream or cover her eyes. She did not yell at me, rather she remained quiet. I sat still and after sometime I decided to leave. “I…I’m sorry Lena.” I mumbled as I made a move to tuck my dick back in. “Sorry for what?” She asked. I opened my mouth to answer but the words failed me. She licked her lips and looked at my cock. 'Keep stroking.” She instructed and I complied. “Mia... you're... hard for me? Like that?' Her voice was lowered, inquiring, not indignant. “Yes, I said. “Looking at you so, naked and flawless. I want you, Lena. Bad.' She moved on the bed, and her thig

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Desire and doubt (2)

Taste of you(I)

Taste of you (2)