the suitcase, “Show me.”
James couldn’t force himself to speak of these things, but showing Ira a picture seemed more possible. All of a sudden, he started a frantic search for the picture that came to his mind. He had pleasured himself to it uncountable times. Finally he found it and turned it to Ira, with cheeks red and a pant escaping from his lips. The drawing was of a young man bent over a wooden gate in a stable, his trousers pulled down and buttocks fully exposed to another man, behind him: older, bigger, rough looking, with a big stiff cock sticking out of his breeches. They weren’t having sex just yet, but it was obvious what would happen in the next few seconds. There was a tension in the younger mans arms as he was gripping the gate with both hands, while he was being held down by the other man at the back of the neck.
Even looking at it now, made James feel flustered and it appeared as though it had the same effect on Ira. The man licked his lip, grunting loudly and bit the side of his partner’s face hungrily.
“You’d like it, huh? Being bent over and fucked like a mare with a stallion's cock?” he insisted, pulling the younger man even closer, with urgency. James could see that his dick was fully erect and ready. And what a piece it was: long and fat, topping a heavy sack and growing out of a thick bush of dark hair, which trailed down the older man’s thighs and over his abdomen. Strangely, the foreskin didn't cover the head of the penis, but James wouldn't let that bother him.
“I do feel that concept is extremely attractive,” he swallowed, looking down at the other man’s body. In comparison, he was extremely fair skinned, but his torso and crotch were covered with some dark hair.
Ira smiled wickedly. “What else do you want?” he urged the aristocrat, seemingly unable to stop himself from touching him.
James smiled lightly and reciprocated the caress, moving closer to kiss his lips. “I want you,” he said. “You seem like such a strong, free man, willing to just take whatever he wants...” He already imagined how this throbbing flesh would tear into his body.
Ira hissed loudly, grabbing his face in a tight grip and opening his lips in a brusque manner. His warm tongue teased James’ as they suddenly fell into the clean covers. The suitcase slid from the younger man’s knees and he heard it hitting the floor with a thud, but he could not care less. The weight of hard, naked flesh on top of him seemed to be the most important thing in the universe at that moment.
“Oh God! You’re so heavy!” gasped James with a gleam in his eyes. “I love it!” Even the burns didn’t bother him much anymore. He considered it a price to be paid for pleasure.
“Yeah?” Ira let his full body weight lay on the other man and continued to ravish his mouth and neck. They both groaned every time he ground his crotch into James’. Nothing else seemed to matter at this moment as they clung to each other feverishly. The younger man wrapped his arms around Ira’s neck.
“Be careful!” he squealed once, as the man’s lips got too close to the burns. Lack of patience was overcoming him though, and he slid a hand in between their bodies, to touch Ira’s hard cock.
“Hush, boy!” the other man commanded, suddenly forcing himself to calm down. His ragged breathing was evidence of how hard it was for him to stop at that moment, but he managed to pull himself together to stand up. Even laying flat on the bed, James could see his darkened erection and flushed face. “Sit up.”
Instantly, the aristocrat did as Ira asked and looked up to him like a hungry puppy. He sat up straight, trying to flex his muscles and look a bit bigger. Ira let out a strangled breath, taking hold of his own member and pumping it slowly. Looking the other man straight in the eye, he took hold of his long hair, yanking him forward, continuing to masturbate just by the side of his beautiful face. He was breathing
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