Jonathan Reznick-Quinn (rezidentsk8er) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2010-07-19 14:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | raquel, rez |
Saturday - June 28th, 2008
Who: Rez and Rocky
When: Early Morning
Where: Hotel Suite in Boston
What: Not sure yet
Rated: Adult Content
It was the middle of the night, or early morning rather, when Rez woke up from his most recent nightmare. It was always the same really. He always dreamed about Africa, about the trip, about his parents. He could hear his mother screaming even after he woke up, body slicked with sweat, heart racing. This was the time when he would normally curl up against Fisher. The other man would wrap his arms around him and stroke his back until he managed to fall back to sleep and then he'd be fine afterward. But Fisher wasn't here tonight, and he was in his bed alone.
So he got up, heading out of the bedroom into the common room area of the hotel suite to grab a bottle of water from the kitchenette. He drank half of it, the other half he poured over his head and let drip down over his body before he plopped down onto the sofa and grabbed the remote control to the television. "Oh fuck!" Hitting the volume button to turn it down quickly, he looked toward the door to the other bedroom in the suite for signs of movement. He wasn't even sure whether or not Rocky was in there, but if she was, he didn't wanna wake her up. It would appear that the coast was clear, however, so he focused his gaze back on the television, watching a few minutes of some stupid infomercial about some rotisserie thing before he started flipping through the channels.
One of the awesome things about staying in a hotel versus staying at the school was the fact that this hotel got all the channels. And it wasn't long before he happened upon some softcore porn on Cinemax, aka Skinamax. Two girls were going at it pretty hot and heavy. The one was brunette, very curvy, awesome tits, which he was pretty sure were natural, and the other was a redhead with legs that refused to stop. It was such a natural response that he didn't even really take notice to the fact that he'd stuck his hand down the front of his boxers and was stroking himself a little. He wasn't full on masturbating, just playing with it some. But he was starting to get one hell of a hard on. And while he knew he should probably change the channel which he was ahead, he didn't. Instead he just kept watching.
The one girl kinda reminded him a little bit of Rocky. And the other woman looked like Elle. And as his mind started to venture down that avenue of thought, thinking about the two of them fucking one another while he watched, he found his hand moving a little faster with a lot more intent behind it. He groaned, eyes fluttering closed, heart racing. He wasn't even watching the tv now, instead lost in the dirty thoughts that were going on inside his head, which currently involved Rocky's lips around his cock while Elle fingered her from behind. "Oh, fuck..."