Date: Fri, 25 Feb 2005 21:48:08 +0100
From: Desmond <desmond (dot) speaks (at) gmail (dot) com>
Subject: In real life (m/m mast, some ws, slow)

If you're offended by stories involving sexual acts between consenting
adults of any gender, don't read the following.

In Real Life

	I recognized him immediately, even though several longhaired males
got off this plane. Dez looked just like he described himself to me before
he left for the airport yesterday - dark ponytail, green eyes, huge
backpack; this time we were honest about our appearance. Elven armor and
moving tattoos stayed in the virtual realm that brought us together,
pictures were swapped and descriptions became specific. I spent last
evening and a large portion of today staring at a small photo of a
heavy-lidded youth, face half in shadow and thick lips gently twisting in a
lazy smile; he resembled his online persona a little, but the portraits of
Aentalos he uploaded were more animal than human.
	Me? I played a troll, so lack of green skin was a given in real
life, but most other features stayed intact. I sent Dez the pic from my
driver's license, hoping he'd believe my eyes were bloodshot from lack of
sleep and not from overindulgence in booze. Thankfully, he did... and was
heading my way, weaving expertly through the crowd despite the bulk of his
backpack. I straightened up and smiled.
	"Hi, 'Talos... Dez."
	His deep voice cracked slightly as he grinned at me and said, "Hey,
ya big troll. How's things? Everyone else made it here already?"
	"No, Thela, Selva and Liktorr are about halfway from their
town... they'll be here in the evening. Most everyone's chilling at my
place already, though. C'mon, you'll meet them."
	We got into my car and drove through the rainy streets. Dez,
stretched comfortably ("Good fucking heavens but it feels good to actually
feel my legs again..."), listened as I talked about the other visitors. He
muttered snarky, but good-natured comments when I reminisced about the
quests and roleplay sessions we shared. I couldn't help noticing the way he
sat up straight with a small smile on those lovely thick lips when I
mentioned Decora, one of the ladies.
	My heart broke just a little. Aentalos flirted indiscriminately
with everyone that was willing to play along and I hoped the player would
be the same, but Dez must've had a preference for the fairer sex.  I sighed
inwardly; luckily we were already drawing close to my place and I would get
my mind off things when I could interact with more people. I pulled into
the driveway, Dez hefted that humongous backpack with surprising ease and
walked into my house to be greeted by shrieks and happy laughter of the
assembled friends.
	
	We all talked a lot and cuddled together. Three more people joined
us later and were warmly welcomed. Stories, songs and jokes crossed in the
air as everyone talked at once, mouth full of pizza and beer. Dez drank
coffee, explaining that beer gives him massive hangovers. Resting his head
on Decora's thigh he once again started muttering sarcastic comments,
perfectly content with not being heard over the din. I watched him
surreptitiously as he stood up, stretched to crack about every bone in his
body and sat back down, lips twisting again in that little smile. His green
eyes looked somehow vacant as he nodded to Decora's story. I saw him sway a
little, catch his balance and blink in surprise; he shook his head, dark
ponytail flailing, and sat up straight again. I glanced at the clock - my
gods, it was obvious, he lived in a different timezone! Right now his body
was telling him it was six hours later and he should be sleeping. I moved
closer to him.
	"Hey Dez, you tired?"
	He was staring at the carpet; after a few seconds he blinked and
looked at me with bloodshot eyes.
	"Yeah... a bit."
	That gorgeous deep voice was now flat and uninflected. I felt he'll
keel over and go to sleep under the couch any minute now.
	"Get up then, I'll show you to the bedroom." I jumped to my feet
and grabbed his backpack before he could protest. That fucker was heavy!
Dez slowly pulled himself up and took hold of the bag. I didn't protest
much.
	"Thanks for the wonderful evening, y'all, but I need to turn in for
a few. See you guys in the morning.", he said with a tired smile. Waving,
he turned to the stairs. I walked beside him, not assisting him, but alert
in case he slipped. He followed me to the room next to mine.
	"I'll get you some bedclothes... Mor and Tellan are taking the
beds, so you'll have to sleep on the couch. Sorry."
	"'Sokay, I don't need no bedclothes anyway." He pulled a bedroll
and a sleeping bag out of his pack and knelt by the wall.
	"Oh hell no... you're not sleeping on the floor, Dez! Not in my
house. Get on that couch before I put you there."
	He blinked slowly, obviously too tired to protest, and moved to the
couch. I helped him unpack the sleeping bag and lower the armrests. He
slowly pulled off his sweater, exposing a broad back clad in a black
t-shirt. I stood close to him, surreptitiously breathing in the scent of
male body unwashed in the last 20-something hours as he unbuttoned his
jeans and stumbled trying to remove them. I caught him by the elbow.
	"Thanks, man." That tired smile again, eyes unfocused and
half-closed already, face going slack. I held his shoulder as he stepped
out of the trousers, standing before me in loose shorts and that sweaty
black tee. He was still smiling, muscles set in one expression. I took in
his silhouette, certain that he wouldn't notice anything in that state, but
suddenly he seemed to shake off the exhaustion.
	"Sorry for leaving the party so early. Gimme a few hours of sleep
and I won't go all melty on ya again." He yawned hugely, not fighting
sleepiness anymore, and I moved closer. I didn't expect him to rest his
head on my shoulder and lean on me, but that's what he did.
	I gently guided him onto the couch, covering him with the sleeping
bag. He was smiling again, eyes fully closed, and yet he managed to find my
hand and hold it tight. I sat by him until his hand opened and released
mine.

	It was nearly noon. Everyone but Dez was up and eating breakfast
down in the kitchen. I decided to check on him.
	The bedroom was empty, but I heard water running in the
bathroom. Incredibly arousing images of a naked long-haired muscular boy
flashed before my eyes and in one moment of clarity I found the perfect
plan. I knocked on the bathroom door. Dez shouted something over the sound
of the water, but I knocked again, more insistent this time. The water was
turned off and I heard footsteps. The door opened a crack.
	"Sorry for interrupting you, but I just got up and I gotta piss or
I'll burst. The girls have taken over the other bathroom. Help a guy out!",
I implored. Dez grinned and let me in. Damn, he put on a towel and
apparently was done showering. He started shaving. I tugged my jeans down
and leaned over the toilet, trying to point my Dez-induced hardon down and
force it to let some piss through. He watched me out of the corner of his
eye, smiling slightly as he deftly manipulated a razor.
	"Seems it won't give up so easily", he observed.
	"You know how it is. Bad boys need beating", I replied
nonchalantly, repeating one of Aentalos' trademark lines from the virtual
realm.
	"Apply the smackdown then!"
	"What, here and now?"
	He shrugged. "If you feel like it."
	I started playing with myself, sliding my loose foreskin up and
down the rigid shaft, rubbing the underside of the glans and flicking my
thumb over the tip now and then. I closed my eyes and spread my legs,
stabilizing myself with a hand against the wall as I slowly wanked. I heard
the water run again and stop - Dez must've washed his face and was drying
off now. I squeezed my prick and groaned quietly, imagining his minty-fresh
mouth enveloping the head.
	He was quiet. I assumed he enjoyed watching, so I sped up a
little. Some rustling noises later I felt a warm body press against my
back, knot of towel parting my ass cheeks. A hand grabbed my ball sac and
started squeezing it gently, another found my stiff cock. I inhaled sharply
and leaned back, tilting my head till it was resting on his shoulder. Dez
jerked me off expertly, pinching the foreskin closed and pulling it back
firmly, rolling my balls and scratching the shaft with delightful tiny
strokes. I felt his lips on my ear, tongue slowly running around the lobe
and entering the hole, two brief licks. He bit down gently and I moaned;
waves of pleasure were washing over me as he rubbed my cock between his
hands.
	"Dez... soon..."
	"I know, baby. Cum for me", he whispered, warm breath on my ear,
warm chest beneath my back and warm hands skillfully handling my cock. My
balls drew tighter to my body and I gasped; he moved one hand to my sac and
squeezed it firmly.
	Thick, hot jets ran up from the swollen glands and made their way
through my prick. I knew he could feel them surging up my shaft as I
shivered and shot a creamy load, eyes closed and legs shaking with every
powerful blast speeding through my urethra. I bit back a loud moan and just
shook mutely as my balls spilled their cargo. Dez was holding me up, still
and immovable as he squeezd my prick and guided the shots into a waiting
hand.
	Finally my orgasm subsided. I kept my head on Dez's shoulder, my
prick slowly softening as he let go of it and just held me up, his
cum-filled hand at my mouth. I drank my cum and started licking his hand,
but he pulled away. I heard small slurping noises by my ear and fought
bravely to stay soft - now I really needed to piss. He seemed to remember
that too; I felt his hand move back to my cock.
	"Now piss for me, pet", he said. I moaned.
	"Do you want me to get hard again and spoil your work?!", I
muttered. He pinched my ass.
	"You can get hard later. Now you're going to piss for me."
	I had to oblige a request worded like that. Slowly I relaxed and
felt hot piss rush through my cock, finding its way to the toilet
bowl. Behind me Dez purred, a deep rumbling vibration emanating from his
chest. He pressed that knotted towel hard against my ass crack and rubbed
against me, squeezing my dick as last dribbles of pungent urine escaped my
piss hole. I was getting hard again.
	Dez pulled away. I saw his reflection in the mirror; he was
grinning wickedly, but showed no intention of removing that towel.
	"I'm starving... gotta get dressed, and see you downstairs."
	He left me there dazed and wanting him even more.

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