Luke & Loren
Loren's phone rang 3 times, so I was already ready to leave a message.
"Hello. You have reached the With residence. Please listen to the entire menu, as some of the items may have changed.
"For hot boy-on-boy action, press or say Uhhhh!"
"For sweet, sweet lovin', press or say Mmmmm!"
"To be teased and tormented, press or say Aaughh!"
"I'm sorry, that is not a valid selection. To be teased and tormented, press or say Aaagg!"
"I'm sorry, that is not a valid selection. To be teased and tormented, press or say Gggahh!"
"I'm sorry, that is not a valid selection. To be teased and tormented, press or say Urrrnh!"
"Thank you. You have chosen hot boy-on-boy action, sweet, sweet lovin' and to be teased and tormented. To be smacked on the ass for good measure, press or say Yesss, Mah-stah!"
"You have chosen hot boy-on-boy action, sweet, sweet lovin', to be teased and tormented and to be smacked on the ass for good measure. To confirm this selection, say I'll be over in 10 minutes with no underwear on!"
"Have I told you you have a fucked sense of humor, lately?"
"I'm sorry, that is not a valid selection. To confirm this selection, say I'll be over in 10 minutes with no underwear on!"
"I'll be over in 10 minutes with no underwear on!"
"Your confirmation number is six nine six nine six nine. Please make a note of it." Click.
It took five: I didn't have to look for underwear.
"Umm?" between kisses. "Ummm!"
I echoed him as my dick got so hard. My whole crotch just was drawn, like a magnet and clanged to his leg. I thrust -- the feeling so strong and sweet -- crawling on him, kissing him insistently, as he moaned beneath me, as he kissed me insistently, invasively, as his tongue tickled and delighted mine and I tried to crawl between his sweet lips. (They are too, sweet, you fucker!) Anyway, his sweet, sweet lips. And I felt a breakthrough, into a wonderful place with only him and me and the joy of knowing him and touching him and feeling him tremble and eagerly press himself to me, press his lips to me, press his heart to me. Somehow this place, away from the world, with only the sweetness and the growing sweet fire up behind my nuts as I had to have him, had to have him, as the fire grew and drew me back to the realization of the reality of the boy in my arms and the smoothness of his skin and the tender delicacy of his frame. Drew me back to unfasten his shorts and ease them down, ease my own down, so our joy could touch in groaning delight. So we could press and twinge and groan and scramble wildly to turn and suck and gulp the wonder of his sweet tube in my mouth and the beauty of his gorgeous (pink) nuts as they dimpled from my nose which I buried, buried, buried in their softness as my own sweet fire built and Loren took me, crying out around the glorious thing in my mouth, to a long and trembling, painfully sweet release that left me trembling and swallowing Loren's gift to me as well.
(They are, too, pink.)