| Challenge #210: Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 22nd, 2012|03:05 pm] |
Title: Perfect Sunday
Condom: Rimming
Justin woke to Brian’s hard cock pressed against his ass. He turned, and still barely awake, they jerked each other off until they came with quiet grunts before fall asleep again.
Later, hungry and sticky, they dragged themselves from the bed. Sharing a lengthy shower, they washed each other, necessity giving way to desire as kisses and caresses lead to leisurely blowjobs.
They made to the kitchen long enough for coffee and whatever they could throw together for lunch before heading back to bed to pass the hours before Sunday dinner at Deb’s together, sleeping and fucking the day away. |
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| Challenge #210: Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 22nd, 2012|06:25 pm] |
Title: Rimming is Foreplay (15/21)
A/N: Justin is pursuing his art career in New York and Brian is just fine with that – or he would be, if the little twat wasn’t constantly annoying him with phone calls about sex acts.
Condom: Blowjobs
It wasn’t every day that Brian was literally guided to bed by his dick. Justin had stopped talking, which was both good and bad. Good, because there were better uses for his mouth. Bad, because Justin’s voice was as intoxicating as the rest of him. He’d officially become a lesbian. “Justin,” he groaned as saliva dribbled a hot path down his crack. “Justin,” Brian repeated as Justin’s tongue chased after, dipping between his cheeks and opening him. He managed to do nothing but groan as Justin’s tongue pressed against his entrance, biting back the name hard enough to draw blood. |
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| Challenge #210: Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 22nd, 2012|06:27 pm] |
Title: Rimming is Foreplay (16/21)
A/N: Justin is pursuing his art career in New York and Brian is just fine with that – or he would be, if the little twat wasn’t constantly annoying him with phone calls about sex acts.
Condom: Rimming
Justin didn’t do this often and Brian wasn’t sure why. Actually, he knew why, but that absolutely wasn’t going to happen today because this was a contest, a semi-scientific – “Oh God,” he groaned as Justin’s tongue suddenly stopped teasing and pushed inside him. Then he was just squirming and panting, writhing and groaning, fisting hair and begging for more of that perfect tongue, that wet heat, the driving pulses that didn’t connect with his prostate and somehow that didn’t matter. When Justin’s fingers gently cupped his sack again, he came hard enough to see pinpricks of light behind his eyes. |
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| Challenge #210: Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 22nd, 2012|06:31 pm] |
Title: Rimming is Foreplay (17/21)
A/N: Justin is pursuing his art career in New York and Brian is just fine with that – or he would be, if the little twat wasn’t constantly annoying him with phone calls about sex acts.
Condom: Blowjobs
“Okay,” Brian said once he could talk again. “Maybe rimming is more than just foreplay.” Justin waited. “And maybe you are better at it than I am,” he allowed, because really. He had no argument. Justin beamed at him, but wisely kept his silence. “But absolutely no way,” he continued, “are you better at blowjobs that I am.” He had no argument for that, either, save to slide down Justin’s body until his face was against his dick. “No way,” he breathed against it, allowing his hot breath to warm sweat-cooled skin. Just as he knew he would, Justin shivered.
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| Challenge #210: Rimming vs. Blowjobs |
[Jul. 22nd, 2012|08:56 pm] |
Title: The Art of Sex
Condom: Blow jobs
To Justin, sex was like art. For one thing, both were areas he considered himself immensely talented in. For another, Brian was often his inspiration for both activities. When he painted, he knew how to mix colors to achieve the perfect shade, how to add touches of red or slashes of blue to produce the right effect, evoke the right emotions. In bed, where Brian was his canvas, he knew how to use his tongue on his cock to elicit a moan, or angle his fingers inside to make him beg. To Justin, sex was like art: passionate and beautiful. |
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